Chapter 70 69: Mickey Mouse's Wonderful House [Fourth update]
Facts prove it.
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 guy?"
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 have always been gentle, but you attacked me first."
Ian grabbed Peeves by the collar and lifted him up. Although he was tall, It's not too high for now, but it's still slightly taller than Peeves.
"If you let me know that you go to the professors to rant, I will hang you in the auditorium 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 also give you a day off, which shows the kindness in my heart!" Ian's confident threat made Peeves burst into tears.
"I understand, I will not complain, and I will tell no one." Peeves has never been a good student, but this does not mean that he 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 the trance.
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 the terrible thing in Ian that made him afraid.
“Before I leave, I want to warn you. It’s useless for you to confuse right and wrong. Professor Snape taught me Shen Feng Wu Ying. Dumbledore even praised my magic for being pleasing to the eye! ”
Ian finally threatened Peeves and let him go.
"Woooooo~"
Peeves was crying all the way and floated away.
It was full of resentment, but it did not dare to really complain.
The reason why it was so confident when playing pranks in the past was simply because no one could touch it, the elf of Hogwarts. 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 is a born bad guy in the school, and I am afraid it is this bad kid in front of me! That European family called Grindelwald!
Peeves's heart is both timid and difficult to understand.
How can 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 of the eighth floor.
“I hate pranks.”
Seeing Peeves fleeing in panic, Ian didn't feel worried at all.
Just as he said.
Avada’s big melon was not chewed out.
The two magic spells used are no secret.
If Peeves dares to smear his innocence, Ian will decide to catch Peeves before sleeping tomorrow night. Pandro may need a moving target to teach Ariana to practice swordsmanship.
"I need a place to hide things...I need a place to hide things...I need a place to hide things..."
Ian started after Peeves left. He walked back and forth in front of the wall three times, thinking about the password to enter the Room of Requirement.
Of course, it is not impossible to actually think of other places. When Ian passed the wall for the third time, a smooth door appeared silently on the wall.
The warm-colored copper handle is slightly reflective.
“Ka~”
Ian raised his hands and grabbed the copper handle and exerted force. The door to the secret room slowly opened for him, and the expectant little wizard couldn't wait to rush in.
Enter the catalog.
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 were even several Muggle cannons placed quietly in the corner.
Looking at the spectacular mountain of garbage in front of me.
This moment.
Ian knew that his search was 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 that are placed in Ian's place have already become objects over the course of thousands of years. An ownerless thing!
Is it all rubbish?
No!
There is a treasure hidden inside!
“Why are there 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 It is a variety of moving erotic comic strips.
Hmm.
A wild western version of that.
"Senior wizards will definitely be happy to pay, but that would be a disgrace to my reputation in Hogwarts." Ian put down the books in his hands, and some money did 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 I am responsible.”
Ian took out his wand.
“Everything that can be sold for money is flying over!”
He used the [Flying Curse] that he had learned for a long time, but it was a pity that nothing appeared in the mountains of garbage one after another. Any response to its spell.
"Sure enough, you can only specify specific things..." Ian had actually known this for a long time, but he didn't want to sort it out, so he still gave up and tried it.
"Come here and sort them when you have time." 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, the Golden Galleons are coming!”
Ian imagined the appearance of the Golden Galleons in his mind. This was just a sudden attempt, but he didn’t expect that there was something in the garbage heap. There were literally hundreds of gold Gallons without owners flying over.
He quickly put them all into his wizard robe and trouser pockets.
Heavy weight.
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 like high-speed cameras. Switch the viewing area.
Time passes little by little.
More than half an hour later.
"This is it!"
Ian found the main target of his visit to the Room of Requirement - a rusty old crown, quietly placed among the debris like other decayed things. .
The originally bright gems above are now as gray as stones. It is the crown of Ravenclaw, but now it has the nameplate of [Tom Riddle].
"Such a desecration of a treasure is something only a terrorist can do." Ian found a tattered box nearby and put Voldemort's Horcrux in it.
He has also studied Horcruxes and knows that there will be almost no problems if this thing is not worn on the top of the head, but it is a pity that such a legendary alchemical creation is ruined without a nose.
"If it's not damaged! It's my royal seal in Ravenclaw!" Ian got angry just thinking about it, so he had to take this thing back.
Tomorrow night.
Ian is preparing to take Voldemort on a long voyage.
Go to the place where Voldemort should have gone a long time ago.
(End of this chapter)