After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

In the end, they all signed their names in the book. The children, still young but determined to maintain this precious friendship, didn't think they would tell anyone about it, but the wizard knew one thing without having to speak.

So they wrote their names on it, and that way, the contract would protect their memories from prying eyes.

They put away their respective potions and prepared to go see the changes in Filch after taking them.

Hermione knew that the potion was harmless and at worst would leave the original state unchanged, so she no longer objected to having Filch conduct the experiment.

She strives to understand her companions' living environments and thoughts, and to find a balance between the education and understanding she received since childhood.

As usual, Filch was alone in his room with Mrs. Norris, staring blankly before his night patrol.

Hogwarts has changed a lot in recent years. When the young wizards see him, they greet him politely and warmly, instead of teasing him like before.

This made him feel a little helpless. He envied those little wizards who could use magic freely, and even secretly envied those children in his heart.

So he always looks inhuman and sinister.

But those friendly little wizards made Filch at a loss as to what to do. Now when he caught them playing at night, those brave little ones would cling to his arms and act like spoiled brats, and then pitifully promise that they would never dare to do it again.

Sometimes he would let them go out of his heart, but he would catch them in the same place again the next time.

They didn't care at all about his cold face, and would even give him some of their own snacks. Sometimes during the day, when they saw him cleaning, they would come over and chat with him while helping him when they had nothing to do.

"Alas, there's really nothing we can do," Filch sighed. "I wonder where we'll catch those naughty little wizards this time."

But, I'm really envious of magic... Filch was lost in thought again, stroking Mrs. Norris's long fur from time to time.

"Knock knock—" The knock on the door woke up Filch from his daze. He didn't know who was looking for him at this time. Curfew was about to start, so why didn't he go home?

"Good evening, Mr. Filch." Draco greeted Filch with a smile. Harry and the others also smiled politely.

"What's the matter, Mr. Malfoy?" Filch's face was gloomy and terrifying, but no one was scared.

"It's something you might be interested in," said Harry. He took out the potion and waved it in front of Filch. "Wouldn't you like to invite us in?"

Filch didn't understand their intentions, and was also confused about the potion. Did he need it for something?

Filch reluctantly let them in. They looked determined to get what they wanted, and he wanted to see what they were up to.

Seven people filed in, filling the already small space.

But no one paid any attention to him. There was a strange light in their eyes as they all stared at Filch.

"Sir, you are a Squib, right?" Although Harry was asking Filch, his tone was very certain.

Filch was already feeling very uncomfortable being stared at. He didn't react immediately after hearing Harry's words. "W-what?"

"Do you want to have magic?" Harry asked himself.

This time Filch finally heard clearly, and he looked at the savior who was very famous in Hogwarts in disbelief.

He thought these little wizards might be making fun of him, but his shaking hands showed his restless heart.

His eyes were drawn to the potion in Harry's hand. Was this the reason these young wizards were saying such fantastic things?

Is there really such a potion? Filch was skeptical but also a little hopeful. He knew that Professor Snape was the godfather of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

Maybe Professor Snape figured it out...

"You know what a Squib is, right? It's someone who was born into a wizarding family, meaning at least one of their parents is a wizard, but who doesn't inherit any magical abilities."

Harry said to Filch. He looked Filch in the eyes.

“But they are different from real Muggles. These people often have special abilities or talents—they are embraced by magical and powerful magic and can see strange sights or things that ordinary Muggles cannot perceive.

Furthermore, they possess extremely weak magical power within their own bodies, but due to certain restrictions or constraints, they are unable to freely exert and utilize this power."

Every word Harry said seemed to carry some kind of magic, and it went straight into Filch's mind like a bolt of lightning.

"Do you want to make some changes?" Harry's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing deep into the softest part of Filch's heart.

"All it takes is an Unbreakable Vow, Mr. Filch." Harry smiled. Blaise and the others behind him were not surprised by his performance.

Ron grew up with them, and Blaise and Pansy had long noticed that they were of noble birth. Even Hermione and Neville accepted it well.

"..." Filch swallowed hard. He was silent for a moment and then said in a hoarse voice, "Of course, I'd be happy to."

After making the Unbreakable Vow, Filch eagerly took the potion.

He also realized a little about Harry and the others' purpose. Isn't it just an experiment? It doesn't matter. As long as he can have magic power and use magic, it will be fine!

He didn't have any idea of being able to call the wind and rain, he just didn't want to accept it. Why did it have to be him?

Born in this magnificent and strange magical world, I can only watch from afar.

He had gone to great lengths to come to the cradle of British wizards. He just wanted to be closer and closer to his favorite magic.

He didn't know if this potion could really fulfill his wish, but he begged Merlin devoutly, please! Please...

Without hesitation, he lifted the bottle of mysterious potion and drank it down in one gulp. Instantly, a refreshing sensation spread throughout his body like an electric current, as if every cell had been activated. He closed his eyes tightly, concentrating on the miraculous changes taking place within him.

As time went by, the cool feeling gradually transformed into a strong and warm force, like a surging wave, rushing through his body.

He was surprised to find that he could sense the existence of magic so clearly! This feeling was unprecedented, as if he had established a close connection with magic.

He took a deep breath, trying to control the magic. He carefully sensed it, and with every breath, the magic would flow according to his will, bringing an indescribable sense of pleasure.

As his control over his magical powers deepened, he began to experiment with simple spells. He extended his finger, flicked it gently, and a faint ray of light emanated from his fingertips. Though it was only a small experiment, it was a huge breakthrough for him. He nearly cried out in excitement.

At this moment, he knew that he had taken a crucial step towards becoming a true wizard, and all of this was thanks to that magical potion.

He didn't know that, in the eyes of Harry and the others, after he drank the potion, his whole body was shrouded in a shimmering blue light. His face was no longer gloomy, and the scars and wrinkles on his face had all faded away.

"What has time done to him?" Hermione couldn't help but sigh when she saw that handsome and calm face.

Pansy's eyes lit up in amazement. Isn't this effect better than beauty potion? She couldn't wait to try it.

Strength? She didn't consider that. If she had it, it would only complement her beauty.

Blaise thought much more than Pansy did.

There is no doubt about the effect of this potion. Even a squib can possess magical powers. If it is released, it will definitely subvert the landscape of the wizarding world.

Although he didn't know what the Malfoy family wanted to do, he thought he knew Harry and Draco quite well, and Harry made no secret of his ambition.

As for Draco, he was well protected. To be honest, Blaise was a little jealous and envious at first. He believed that it was not just him, Pansy, or any of the noble children who were not jealous.

However, as they got to know each other better, they gradually fell in love with this cute, warm, kind and sincere little prince. No one would dislike Malfoy, right?

He had originally thought the little prince would be sorted into Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. He had already planned to teach anyone a lesson if he heard them gossiping.

Since Harry and the others did not hide anything in front of him and Pansy, it meant that the two of them had finally integrated into this small group.

What exactly did they want to do? Rule the wizarding world? No, no, no, he always felt that it shouldn't be such a superficial thing.

But no matter what he had to do, he was willing to contribute his part. Slytherins were never short of ambition! Blaise smiled eagerly.

Filch came back to his senses from his ecstasy. He looked at Harry and Draco, grateful beyond words. He was about to say something when the door to the room was thrown open with a loud bang against the wall.

Snape looked at them grimly. Headmaster Dumbledore's phoenix flew nearby, followed by Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Lucius, Narcissa, and... a dog?

Oh no, we're done for, the little wizards thought to themselves.