Chapitre 209: The Sealed Prophecy! A New Group In The Wizarding World?(2)
"Mr. Filch, are you sure you want to learn this?"
Filch looked at Blake pleadingly.
"Please teach me."
"you do not know..."
"I... Actually, I'm not very good at casting spells..."
"So, this way of casting spells with just a few symbols must be very suitable for me!"
There was a gleam of hope in Filch's eyes.
Blake had actually just finished his History of Magic class.
But not far out of the classroom.
He was called into the empty classroom next to him by Filch.
Then the scene above happened.
Filch was actually begging Blake to teach him how to make and use magic talismans.
Blake looked at Filch.
His eyes flickered.
Now he was really curious.
A Squib could use the magic talisman he was given.
So could Squibs also make magic talismans?
You know, Squibs actually have magical powers in their bodies.
"Strictly speaking, I don't know if you can learn it."
Blake took out a piece of paper and his pen.
Then he passed them to Filch.
"Look at the symbol I wrote."
"Then you write on this piece of paper with this pen."
As Blake spoke, he took out the pen and paper again.
Then a simple ancient rune was written on the paper.
Filch stood by and stared wide-eyed at it himself.
Staring intently at the pen in Blake's hand.
'I'm afraid that Blake will refuse to teach me if I overlook one thing!'
He knew about his own business.
Thinking about how he was not good at casting spells was just self-deception.
He's a squib.
Now, this was his only chance to touch magic again!
Blake deliberately slowed down his movements.
So that Filch could see clearly.
After finishing writing, Blake showed Filch.
With trembling hands, Filch picked up his pen.
The ancient rune that Blake just wrote was written on the paper like a gourd.
After Filch finished writing, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was just afraid that he might make a mistake!
Fortunately, this symbol was not complicated.
Blake picked up the one Filch had written and looked at it.
Then say, "Give it a try, as I taught you last time. Hold this place.
Filch nodded.
Then stretched out his finger.
He pressed it on the imprint of the talisman that he wrote.
In the next second,
The paper suddenly became wet!
A puddle of waterbegun bubbling from that ancient rune
And popped out!
"This! This! I did it!" said Filch excitedly.
Blake also watched this scene with some surprise.
'Since Squibs can make and use magic talismans by themselves.'
'Doesn't that mean...'
'Did I unintentionally create a group other than wizards?'
'All Squibs can be this group!'
'They don't need magic wands to cast spells, they only need talismans prepared in advance.'
'In other words, they only need to learn the ancient runes. Because when some guys are using magic.'
'They could just throw the magic talisman.'
'Doesn't that mean that their attack speed would be faster than wizards with magic wands?'
'In other words, a Squib with plenty of magic talismans. Their combat power could actually become very strong.'
'If it is said that my wild imagination is correct. Then I can be the saviour of all Squibs!'
Thinking of this, Blake's heart immediately warmed up.
He looked at Filch.
He didn't even think of it, because he felt soft-hearted for a moment and gave him some magic talismans for cleaning.
'It could actually benefit me so much!'
"Mr. Filch! What a discovery!" Blake said.
"This discovery, if it can be implemented."
"You...and me, all have the potential to become a stroke of colour in the history of magic!"
"Your name and mine are likely to be remembered by future generations!"
Blake actually just wanted to make his squib able to cast spells.
He never thought of such a long-term thing.
'Leaving your name in the history of magic?'
'Will people in the future remember their own names?'
"How...how is this possible?" He asked.
Blake smiled and said, "You don't think that you are the only one like you, do you?"
Filch understood right away.
There were also many squibs in the wizarding world!
They were outcasts of the wizarding world!
Being discriminated against by wizards, and having difficulty integrating into the Muggle world...
They had low status.
Technically, Filch was able to work at Hogwarts.
It was already a better mix among the squibs!
"Relax, Mr. Filch."
"I'll talk to Professor Babbling first."
"She is a professor of ancient runes..."
"Oh, the ancient runes are those symbols you just wrote."
"If there is no accident, these symbols will accompany you for a lifetime."
"They can give you everything you want!"
Blake's last words directly made Filch flush with excitement.
These ancient runes could bring you everything you want!
What does he want most?
What he wants most is respect!
To get rid of the humbleness of being a Squib!
It was to stay away from all unnecessary discrimination!
He bowed excitedly to Blake before turning and leaving the empty classroom.
Blake looked at the sodden sheet of paper on the desk.
He couldn't help but sigh.
Unintentionally creating more work for him.
But he believed that in the near future.
There would be a group of "talisman masters" in this world.
If the ancient runes were written on the cards.
Wouldn't it be more appropriate to call them "Card Masters"?
After Blake put away his things.
He directly went to Professor Babling's office.
Although it was not time for his detention yet.
He had good news to share with her!
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Newt was grooming the Zouwu.
This guy hated water.
It was impossible to take a bath in the shower.
The only way to do this was to scrub him with a brush dampened with water.
Zou Wu muttered twice in dissatisfaction.
Then let Newt brush it with a brush...
Suddenly,
A giant owl descended from the sky.
And landed on the table next to it.
The fragile table let out an overwhelmed groan...
This was a horned owl.
The horned owl threw the letter on the table haughtily.
Then he pushed in Newt's direction with his foot.
Then it flew away.
Newt recognized it as Blake's owl.
He quickly picked up the letter and read it.
But his face became more and more ugly
"Poachers..."
"The Purple Horn Tribe that was almost killed..."
"Colosseum...?"
"The big guy behind the scenes..."
"The Albanian Forest..."
"Huh? Little Blake still wants to come with me?"
"No!" Newt shook his head directly.
"This is absolutely impossible!"
"That's too dangerous..."
However, when he continued to read.
He hesitated again.
"Oh... this little guy, really will give me a problem..."
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