Chapter 104: Arranging Peeves! Filch Demonstrates His Skills!

"Got it! Peeves guarantees to complete the task!"

Peeves was extremely excited at the moment. Successfully retaliating against the Bloody Baron had made him overjoyed.

At this moment, if Dudley asked him to keep watch, or even if Dudley asked him to self - detonate, he wouldn't hesitate for a second.

Because Peeves was immortal. He was born from the study pressure of generations of students at Hogwarts. As long as Hogwarts remained standing, he would live forever.

Dudley noticed this. He didn't fully believe Peeves' current guarantee. Instead, he added a bit of coercion and inducement:

"Peeves, do things for me steadily. In the future, you can often retaliate against the Bloody Baron like this. But if you mess things up or do it perfunctorily, then you and the Bloody Baron will swap roles!"

Hearing this, Peeves shivered in fear. He looked at the Bloody Baron's butt that he had kicked to a pulp. Immediately, the importance he attached to Dudley's task reached its peak:

"Teaching Assistant Dursley, sir, please trust Peeves! Peeves will definitely complete the task you've given me!"

"Alright, go!"

Only then did Dudley nod in satisfaction and let Peeves leave first.

After that, Dudley gave a cold glance at the lower half of the Bloody Baron's butt that was in a mess, then shifted his gaze and said to his cousin who had walked over in sync:

"Let's go, Harry!"

"Okay, cousin!"

...

The Bloody Baron was ejected from the spatial passage twenty minutes later. During this time, several groups of Hogwarts students passed by and saw the sorry state of the unknown ghost.

Fortunately, the Bloody Baron had changed his color in advance. Just looking at his lower half, no one could recognize him. Otherwise, it wouldn't take long for him to lose all his face at Hogwarts.

After the Bloody Baron was ejected from the spatial passage, he watched helplessly as the dark circular passage disappeared. His eyes were empty and dazed.

He had been trapped in the absolute darkness for over half an hour. No matter how much he roared and bellowed, there was no response. Under the darkness and loneliness, feeling the sharp pain in his butt, the whole ghost was temporarily in a daze from the torture.

(Peter Pettigrew was locked alone in a magic iron cage in the Personal Space and couldn't sense the sounds and situations outside the cage.)

The Bloody Baron stood still in mid - air in the corridor. The blood - red hue on his body gradually faded. Only then did he suddenly come to his senses:

"Aaaaah! What a ruthless wizard! I'll... I'll... Helena, I'm so sorry for you!"

The Bloody Baron originally wanted to say some harsh words, but as he shouted, his thoughts shifted to the sin he had committed a thousand years ago. He stared blankly in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.

His heart was filled with deformed love and crazy guilt.

The blood - red hue on his body faded completely, and he reverted to his silvery - white ghostly form.

The butt that had been kicked to a pulp by Peeves recovered by transferring the ghost energy from other parts of his body.

Today marked the first time in his thousand - year ghostly existence that he had endured an unexpected calamity. But that was all. It didn't bring any qualitative changes to his life.

He was still in a state of shock, still unable to leave Hogwarts, and still too afraid to go to the Ravenclaw Tower to see the ghost he loved deeply and felt extremely guilty towards.

...

Dudley and Harry spent another afternoon studying in the library. In the middle, Hermione came over. She offered to lend her notes from the history of magic class to Dudley and Harry, but they politely declined.

Because these notes were no different from copying the textbook.

The content in the notes didn't appeal to Dudley and Harry either.

Seeing the brothers being so stubborn, Hermione puffed up her cheeks in anger again.

Dudley found her childish behavior rather amusing and took out the notes he had written while self - studying the basics of alchemy in the past two days and shared them with Hermione.

Hermione took the notes and glanced at them. Soon, she stopped being angry.

In the evening, as usual, everyone went to the Great Hall for dinner and witnessed a rare spectacle.

Argus Filch, the senior Squib and the caretaker of Hogwarts Castle, actually changed his long - standing habit on his own initiative.

While the teachers and students of Hogwarts were having dinner in the Great Hall, he didn't stand guard at the entrance of the Great Hall like a security camera.

Instead, he put on a set of delicate and luxurious old - fashioned purple robes.

During the busiest time in the Great Hall, he held a Whomping Willow wand with a strange beauty and slender twisted patterns. He also carried Mrs. Norris, whose fur had turned completely purple, in his arms. He straightened his back, looked haughty, and walked step by step towards the faculty seats deep in the Great Hall.

Finally, under the astonished gazes of everyone, he slowly sat down in his own exclusive seat, which he had never sat in before.

"Clang! Clang!"

Enjoying the surprised looks from everyone, Filch picked up his wand and slammed it hard on the plate on the table in front of him.

Maybe he was too excited, having never had such an experience before, or maybe he did it on purpose. The incredibly tough Whomping Willow wand in his hand actually smashed the plate in half.

"Ha ha ha ha ha - "

Immediately, thunderous laughter erupted from the four house tables below, especially from the students of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

They thought the sun was rising in the west and the Black Lake was floating upwards!

They actually thought the old Squib Filch had become a wizard!

As it turned out, it was just this annoying old man who found a strange - looking branch to pretend to be a wand and came to the faculty seats to make a fool of himself.

On the faculty seats, the faculty members didn't laugh along. Some of them just didn't like to laugh, some of them didn't allow themselves to laugh at such a moment because of their high - class qualities, and some of them noticed something strange and didn't think it was funny.

Dumbledore, sitting in the central position, was undoubtedly one of the last kind. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes passing over his half - moon glasses, and looked far away at the wand in Filch's hand. A sense of curiosity and surprise welled up in his heart.

He had already recognized that the wand was a real one, and its wand body was made of the branches of the Whomping Willow he had planted with his own hands back then.

Facing the laughter filling the hall, Filch was not panicked at all. He pretended to casually glance in the direction of the Gryffindor table. He saw Dudley, who remained calm all the time, and then quickly looked away.

Immediately, he raised the Whomping Willow wand, pointed the tip at the broken plate, and muttered under his breath:

"Reparo!"

A faint white light from the repairing spell flashed, putting an end to all the skeptical jeers.

Filch's plate instantly returned to its original state, looking exactly the same as before.

Filch gently tapped the plate twice. This time, the dinner made by the house-elves in the kitchen was immediately teleported into the restored plate, wafting with a steaming aroma.

All the students below who didn't know the truth, regardless of whether they had jeered at Filch before or not, were now as if their necks were being choked, stunned into silence.

A wand could be faked, but a spell couldn't lie.

The old Squib, Filch, had truly become a wizard!