Peeves's answer left Luke silent for a moment.
His wordless reaction made Peeves think he didn't believe him, so he hurriedly said, "Don't tell me you don't believe it. The two of them were very close before they fell out. Whenever they stole food made by Hufflepuff, Gryffindor always dragged Slytherin along with him."
"And sometimes, Slytherin would even be left behind by Gryffindor to take the blame."
Luke's serious expression nearly broke. He hadn't expected to actually learn gossip about the Four Founders from Peeves. And from Peeves's description, both Slytherin and Gryffindor were somewhat different from how he had imagined them.
Of course, Luke could understand that completely.
People did not have only one face.
While he was thinking, Peeves was also filled with helplessness. He did not want to tell others about the Four Founders, because too much time had passed.
They had already been deified, just like Luke's earlier reaction. Not even the slightest slander against them was tolerated.
But in his eyes, those four were merely people who laughed, played, acted fierce, and showed tenderness.
Ravenclaw, who could do anything except be a mom. Slytherin, who was calm and noble about everything, yet would quickly lose his composure whenever he was with Gryffindor. Gryffindor, who was brave but full of little tricks and loved pranks more than anything.
And the flawless, gentle, kind, honest, reliable, noble, elegant Lady Hufflepuff!
The brat before him possessed the most annoying traits of the two people he hated most. He was truly impossible to like.
"Slytherin's Talent was Parseltongue, the ability to speak with snakes, right? What was his Talent Magic?"
After a long silence, Luke asked.
"His Talent was indeed Parseltongue. As for his Talent Magic... you're his descendant, and you're asking me?"
Peeves looked at Luke with