"Filch?"

　　 Link said in surprise.

　　 It was Filch who had already left before that appeared before his eyes.

　　 Filch now looks a little weak.

　　 He squatted in the corner holding the stiff Mrs. Lorice, looking half-dead.

　　 But after hearing Link's voice, Filch trembled, and instantly bounced off the ground.

　　 "Mr. Foley? Sorry, I scared you."

　　 Filch looked nervous, and while talking, his free hand was still rubbing his sleeve.

　　 "Why are you here?"

　　 Link nodded and said.

　　 He kind of wanted to persuade Filch to go back. The remnants of Voldemort in that diary were very hostile to non-pure-blood wizards. Filch’s dumb artillery wandering around the castle in the middle of the night was actually very dangerous.

"Yes... it's like this. Principal Dumbledore said about the Mandela grass just now. I just want to wait for them to come out and ask when the potion will be ready. After all, Mrs. Lorice... Mrs. Liz, she...oooo!"

　　 Filch was crying while holding Mrs. Lorris in the middle of speaking.

　　 Upon seeing this, even if he was still in Occlumency, Link still felt a little emotional.

　　 People who haven't worked as cat slaves probably can't understand Filch's feelings at this moment.

　　 This feeling of losing love is really suffocating.

What's more, what Mrs. Lorice means to Filch is not just a pet, but a true friend or even a relative, one who will accompany him and help him with work (referring to catching night travel students), and not Relatives and friends who would laugh at him as a dumb gun.

　　 With a sigh, Link started to struggle again.

　　 Because at this moment, he actually has two bottles of finished mandela grass resurrection potion in his hand.

　　 This is a potion that Link deliberately prepared during the summer vacation considering the possibility of fighting Arkham.

However, the reserves of mandela grass in the country are really too low, so Link took pains to get only two bottles. If one bottle is given to Filch now, then there may be unexpected situations in the future. not enough.

　　 Besides, Professor Mandela Grass Sprout is already nurturing it. Strictly speaking, Filch only needs to wait for a while.

　　 Persuaded himself in his heart for a while, and the pity that rose in Link's heart was gradually suppressed by the coldness of Occlumency.

　　 But at this moment, Link gritted his teeth when seeing Filch in front of him, bowed to him with great determination, and said:

　　 "Mr. Foley, I want to apologize to you! Obviously... Obviously you are a noble person, but I misunderstood you just now! What a **** I am!"

　　 After all, Filch slapped himself.

　　 With such force, he even shook himself directly, and his face instantly swelled up.

　　 When seeing this, Link closed his eyes in pain.

　　 Filch is now making this pity that he has been able to hold down again!

　　 "Okay, okay! I get it!" Link grabbed his hair impatiently, took a small stone bottle from his pocket and put it in Filch's arms and said, "Get it!"

"this is?"

　　 "The mandela grass resurrection potion you want, I just prepared one!"

　　 "This... is this really useful?"

　　 Filch said suspiciously.

　　 Hearing this, Link stared, and reached out to retrieve the medicine bottle.

　　 But Filch moved faster, and when he changed his hand, he bit open the wooden stopper and poured all the potion in the bottle into Mrs. Lorice's mouth.

　　 Then a magical scene happened.

　　 I saw a faint electric light circling quickly from Mrs. Lorice's body, and then its stiff body softened again.

　　 "Meow!~"

　　 A weak meow came out of Filch's arms, and when he saw Filch's eyes burst into tears, she hugged Mrs. Lorice tightly and started crying.

　　 And his action clearly angered Mrs. Lorris, Mrs. Lorris screamed, and after giving him a paw backhand, he broke free of Filch's embrace, and jumped to the side alone and licked his fur.

　　 "Thank you! Thank you so much! Mr. Foley!"

　　 After being scratched a paw, Filch seemed to have shifted the target of venting his feelings to Link, and rushed towards Link while crying.

　　 Seeing this, Link turned sideways and hid him, glanced at Mrs. Lorris with a complicated look, and then said to Filch disgustingly:

　　 "Well, I didn't do this to make you thank you. Go back. Recently, Hogwarts is not peaceful, so all night patrols will be stopped!"

　　 After saying this, Link turned and continued to walk towards the lounge.

　　 Too much happened tonight, he needs a good stroke.

　　 But before he went out a few steps, Filch's voice came from behind him again.

　　 "Wait! Mr. Foley!"

　　 Link turned his head to look, and saw Filch staring at him with a pair of red eyes, looking at him firmly.

　　 "To thank you! I have something to show you!"

　　 "Oh? What is that?"

　　 "It's not clear in a few words here, you will know it after reading it."

　　 Hearing this, Link fell silent.

　　 He somewhat doubted whether Filch had found any clues about Arkham and the mysterious man.

　　 After all, Filch can be said to be the person who knows Hogwarts best except Dumbledore~lightnovelpub.net~ It is normal for him to find out what he will find.

　　 Thinking so, Link finally nodded.

　　 "Then let's go take a look."

　　……

　　 Half an hour later, Link followed Filch and Mrs. Lorice to the eighth floor of Hogwarts.

　　 This is the floor where the offices of Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flivy are located. Normally, not many people run here at all.

　　 After all, it is too far from the auditorium.

　　 Even Filch, who is responsible for cleaning the castle, doesn't come here very much. This can be seen from the accumulation of dust in the corner of the corridor.

"Here we are."

　　 With Filch's low voice, Link also stopped.

　　 What appeared in front of him at the moment was a tapestry, on which were painted a brown-haired wizard and a giant monster holding a thick stick. From the screen, the giant seemed to be hitting the wizard's head with the thick stick.

"That's it?"

　　 Link said to Filch with a look of confusion.

　　 He really can't think of what's hidden in this painting.

　　 When seeing this, Filch flashed an embarrassment on his face. He pointed to the wall opposite the tapestry and said:

　　 "Um, Mr. Foley, this is what I want to show you."

　　 "Are you sure you are not kidding me? There is nothing here!"

"There is a very mysterious space hidden here. It is responsive to those who ask for help! Whenever it appears, it is always arranged to fit the needs of the helper. I can swear by my mother! You just need to go back and forth in front of this wall. Walk three times while meditating on the venue you need in your heart!"