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'I had no memory for incantations and my potions were a family joke! Now, after a Kwikspell course, I am the centre of attention at parties and friends beg for the recipe of my Scintillation Solution!'

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'My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course I succeeded in turning her into a yak! Thank you, Kwikspell!'

Fascinated, Harry thumbed through the rest of the envelope's con- tents. Why on earth did Filch want a Kwikspell course? Did this mean he wasn't a proper wizard? Harry was just reading 'Lesson One: Holding Your Wand (Some Useful Tips)' when shuffling footsteps outside told him Filch was coming back. Stuffing the parchment back into the envelope, Harry threw it back onto the desk just as the door opened.

Filch was looking triumphant.

'That vanishing cabinet was extremely valuable!' he was saying gleefully to Mrs Norris. 'We'll have Peeves out this time, my sweet.' His eyes fell on Harry and then darted to the Kwikspell enve- lope which, Harry realised too late, was lying two feet away from

where it had started.
Filch's pasty face went brick red. Harry braced himself for a

tidal wave of fury. Filch hobbled across to his desk, snatched up the envelope and threw it into a drawer.

'Have you – did you read –?' he spluttered.

'No,' Harry lied quickly.

Filch's knobbly hands were twisting together.

'If I thought you'd read my private ... not that it's mine ... for a friend ... be that as it may ... however ...'

Harry was staring at him, alarmed; Filch had never looked madder. His eyes were popping, a tic was going in one of his pouchy cheeks and the tartan scarf didn't help.

'Very well ... go ... and don't breathe a word ... not that ... how-