Chapter 32: Filch Who Is Diligent and Eager to Learn

"What? You actually refused?" Link asked in complete confusion.

He really couldn't understand Lupin anymore. In his eyes, with Lupin's current wandering, destitute lifestyle, he simply had no right to refuse his offer.

You should know that what Link could offer him was a stable job and residence. Moreover, Link wouldn't deduct his wages like that Oriental did.

"Although you probably already overheard it from my earlier conversation with Oriental, I still have to say it, I'm a werewolf."

Lupin pointed at himself and said seriously, "As a werewolf, I transform every full moon. During that time, I lose all reason and indiscriminately attack any nearby living beings. And those I injure will also be infected with the werewolf virus and gradually become werewolves too. Someone dangerous like me, do you really feel at ease letting me be your private tutor?"

"I don't think that's a problem. I have full confidence in you." Link said without hesitation.

He wasn't lying. Although werewolves are indeed dangerous, Lupin was different.

Lupin was an extremely self-disciplined and kind werewolf. In the original story, every time he transformed, he would rather lock himself up and end up covered in wounds than go out to vent his bloodthirsty desire.

The fact that the Ministry of Magic hadn't detained him yet was enough to prove he still retained a kind heart.

Therefore, Link truly felt at ease with him.

However, despite Link showing such sincerity, Lupin still shook his head and said, "I'm very grateful for your trust, really, child. But I'm afraid I might hurt you unintentionally, and that would ruin you."

"But…"

"No buts." Lupin interrupted Link. "Besides, even if you don't mind that I'm a werewolf, your mother would never allow me to stay by your side."

"She doesn't even know you're a werewolf."

"Don't underestimate your mother. I've heard of Madam Flamel's reputation. I bet she'll know my identity by tonight at the latest. And next time, she won't let you come here for lessons again, simply because this place once hired a werewolf." Lupin said firmly, leaving Link speechless.

In fact, at this point in the conversation, Link didn't really feel like trying to persuade Lupin anymore. After all, if the other party was unwilling, he couldn't force it. It's just that his research on The Magic of Language might have to come to a halt for now.

Thinking this, Link looked a bit downcast.

Seeing this, Lupin smiled faintly. He took out the thick book he previously used as a teaching material from his weathered, battered briefcase and stuffed it into Link's arms, saying, "Don't be upset. Here, take this. This Magic of Language is the one I used when I was studying at Hogwarts. It still has many of my notes in it. I hope it can cheer you up."

"Really? Thank you."

Link flipped through the book Magic of Language in some surprise and saw that the pages were indeed filled with densely written, scribbled notes. For a moment, Link felt much better.

"Work hard. I have to go. That Oriental guy definitely won't just let me leave with the money. I guarantee he's already trying to contact the Ministry of Magic."

As he spoke, Lupin reached out to ruffle Link's hair, then turned and ran straight toward the exit without looking back.

Link didn't try to stop him either. He just looked at his back and called out goodbye, then turned his attention back to the book Magic of Language in his hands.

All in all, today's harvest wasn't bad. Although he failed to recruit Lupin, getting such a "used book" already made Link feel very satisfied.

Thinking this, Link happily hugged the book and walked toward the classroom. He really couldn't wait to get back now.

However, he had only just walked a few steps when he ran straight into Filch, who was carrying a large, patched-up, old cloth bag in his hand. It seemed filled with various bits and pieces of metal, clanking noisily as Filch moved.

"Link. Have you seen Professor Oriental?" Before Link could speak, Filch impatiently asked.

Looking at Filch's anxious expression and the big bag in his hands, Link instantly understood his intention. Out of humanitarian concern, he shook his head and advised, "Mr. Filch, I don't recommend you buy the quick spell course. Honestly, it's a complete waste of time and money. It won't help you in the slightest."

As soon as he said this, Filch was stunned for a moment. Then his expression turned gloomy. "So you already know, don't you?"

"Know what?"

"That I'm a Squib!" Filch suddenly raised his voice, and Link didn't respond. He just stared at him blankly.

But Filch clearly took this as silent confirmation. At that moment, he looked like a wounded beast, glaring at Link with red eyes and shouting, "I don't care what you think. Anyway, I think Professor Andrew's class is great! It's been very helpful to me! You can't stop me from signing up, Link! As for me being a Squib, go ahead and spread it if you want! I'm not afraid of you!"

After saying that, Filch grabbed his heavy bag of Galleons and quickly disappeared from Link's sight.

Link could only shake his head speechlessly. To be honest, Link really felt like Filch was just deceiving himself.

The fact that he's a Squib was probably already known to all the senior students at Hogwarts. After all, what kind of wizard uses a mop to clean the hallways? Everyone just didn't bring it up out of pity.

Still, Link could actually understand Filch's actions now. Is it really possible that Filch and all the other Squibs here don't know that they'll never gain the ability to cast spells from this so-called quick spell course?

Probably not.

As people at the very bottom of the wizarding world, Squibs who suffer constant discrimination might not really be seeking knowledge by coming to these classes. What they might be seeking is hope, encouragement, and companionship.

It's just like those elderly people in Link's previous life who were tricked into buying health supplements.

How many of them were truly fooled? Many of them weren't buying health products, they were buying the attention of the salespeople.

Think about it. For just a few thousand or even a few hundred bucks, those attractive, smooth-talking salespeople would treat you like their real grandpa or grandma, and during the regular group activities, you could also spend time with peers. Why not?

Having figured this out, Link turned back to the classroom to pack his things.

Since Filch was determined to spend his life savings chasing such an illusory comfort, Link naturally wouldn't stop him.

Because if he tried to, the two of them might end up as enemies.

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