Facts prove.
Hold the truth.
Even the prankster starts to make sense.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have scared you, I deeply regret it." Peeves realized that he couldn't run away at all, and immediately began to give in and beg for mercy.
"Who is the little bad boy?"
Ian raised his wand and glared at each other.
"I, it's me, the evil Peeves." Peeves, who has become an afro, has a very honest attitude.
"I've always had a gentle personality, but you attacked me first."
Ian grabbed Peeves's collar and lifted Peeves up. Although his height was not too tall for the time being, he was still slightly taller than Peeves.
"If you let me know that you go to the professors to rant, I will hang you in the Great Hall and burn you twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year."
"As long as it's a leap year, I will give you a day off, which shows the kindness in my heart!" Ian's confident threat made Peeves want to cry without tears.
"I understand, I won't complain, and I won't tell anyone." Peeves has never been a good student, but this does not mean that it has never seen what a good student looks like.
"Very good, I hope we can all be honest and trustworthy." Ian nodded and put down the wand in his hand. The guess in his heart has now been completely verified.
The boundary between the living and the dead, or even between the elves and the elves, does not work on him. This may be related to the privilege of being able to freely enter and exit Limbo.
Compare to personal panel.
There are obviously many mysteries about this bizarre privilege that he has not yet understood.
"Can you let me go? I promise I will never scare you again." Peeves was really scared, and he felt something terrifying in Ian's body.
"Before I leave, I want to warn you. It's useless for you to confuse right and wrong. Sectumsempra was taught by Professor Snape. Dumbledore even praised my magic as pleasing to the eye!"
Ian finally threatened Peeves and then let Peeves go.
"Woooooo~"
Peeves was crying all the way away.
It was filled with resentment and resentment, but it didn't dare to really complain.
In the past, the reason for being so confident when playing pranks was that no one could touch it, the Hogwarts elf. This year's situation has obviously become a little unusual.
Damn it!
What's going on!
How could a little wizard be so bad! I heard that there was a born bad guy in the school, and I'm afraid he is the bad kid in front of me! That Europe family named Grindelwald!
Peeves's heart is both timid and difficult to understand.
How could a living person be able to catch himself and apply magic to himself? Peeves didn't even think about this problem until he fled all the way and flew out Seventh Floor.
"I hate pranks."
Seeing Peeves running away in embarrassment, Ian didn't feel worried at all.
Just as he said.
Avada's big melon was not chewed out.
Neither of the two magic spells used is a secret.
If Peeves dares to smear his innocence, Ian will decide to catch Peeves before sleeping tomorrow night. Pandero may need a moving target to teach Ariana to practice swordsmanship.
"I need a place to hide something... I need a place to hide something... I need a place to hide something..."
After Peeves left, Ian began to walk back and forth in front of the wall three times, thinking about the password to open the door to Room of Requirement.
Of course, it is not impossible to actually think of other places. When Ian passed by the wall for the third time, a smooth door appeared silently on the wall.
The warm-colored copper handle is slightly reflective.
Ian raised his hands high and grabbed the copper handle with a sudden force. The door to the secret room slowly opened for him, and the expectant little wizard couldn't wait to rush in.
Enter the eye.
It is a room that is wider than many large stadiums. It is like a city under a wasteland dome. Countless debris that has lost its owner is piled here to form hills.
Broken stone statues, old tables, chairs and benches, bottles and jars containing unknown liquids, countless old books and notes, tarnished magic ornaments, worn magic robes...
There are even several Muggle artillery pieces quietly placed in the corner.
Looking at the spectacular garbage mountain in front of me.
This moment.
Ian knows that his search is worth it after all.
Only items that have lost their owners will be seen by others in this room where things are hidden. In other words, these things now placed in Ian have become ownerless things over the course of thousands of years!
All rubbish?
No!
There's a treasure hidden inside!
"Why so many color journals!"
Ian first ran towards the piles of books. Although there were a small number of diaries and study notes, there were more of various moving erotic comic strips.
Hmm.
A wild western version of that.
"Senior wizards will definitely be willing to pay, but that will disgrace my reputation in Hogwarts." Ian put down the books in his hands. Some money does not necessarily have to be earned.
After all, there are so many other things.
Forgotten things will only slowly decay if left here.
"They need to see the light of day again, and it's my duty to do so."
Ian took out the wand.
"Everything that can be sold for money is Accio!"
He used [Accio] that he had learned for a long time, but unfortunately, there was no response to his Charms in the mountains of garbage one after another.
"Sure enough, you can only specify specific things..." Ian actually knew this already, but he didn't want to sort it out, so he still gave up and tried it.
"Come here to sort when you are free." Ian decided to sell these things in bulk to Hogsmeade Village after finding the secret passage to Hogsmeade Village.
There he saw a shop that recycles second-hand magic items.
"Now, Galleon Accio!"
Ian imagined the appearance of Galleon in his mind. This was just a random attempt. Unexpectedly, there were hundreds of unowned Galleon flying over from the garbage heap.
He quickly put them all into his wizard robe and trouser pockets.
Heavy portion.
It is the taste of happiness.
"Finally..."
Ian recalled the illustrations he had seen in library books in his mind, and began to search around the garbage mountain. His eyes were like high-speed cameras, constantly switching the area of observation.
Time passed little by little.
More than half an hour later.
"That's it!"
Ian found the main target of his visit to the Room of Requirement - a rusty old crown, lying quietly among the debris like other decayed things.
The originally bright gem on it is now as gray as a stone. It is Diadem of Ravenclaw, but now it has a nameplate of [Tom. Riddle].
"Such desecration of a treasure is truly the behavior of terrorists." Ian found a tattered box nearby and put Voldemort's Horcrux into it.
He has also studied Horcrux and knows that there will be almost no problems if this thing is not worn on the top of the head. However, it is a pity that such a legendary alchemical creation was ruined by No-Nose.
"If it's not damaged! It's my imperial seal in Ravenclaw!" Ian got angry just thinking about it, so he had to take this thing back.
Tomorrow night.
Ian is going to take Voldemort on a long voyage.
Go to the place Voldemort should have gone to a long time ago.
(End of chapter)