Argus Filch

The old bitter care taker bent over the ray gun with a sneer. “Look what we have here Mrs. Norris item these rotten students left laying around. Probably another invention of those trouble making twins.” The cat gave a meow in agreement.

Picking it up the old squib turned it around examining it. When he found the note and looked it over. “Well we’ll looks like our licks changed. If this device is real things are about change around here. Maybe even return to the old ways.” The cat purrs and rubs against his leg in excitement.