Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 70:69: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse [Fourth Update]

It turns out.

Holding the truth.

Even the poltergeist will start to reason.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have scared you. I deeply regret it." Peeves realized that he couldn't run away at all, so he immediately began to admit his mistake and beg for mercy.

"Who is the little bad guy?"

Ian glared, wand raised.

"It's me, the evil Peeves." Peeves, who had become a big afro, was very honest.

"I have always been a gentle person. You were the one who attacked me first."

Ian grabbed Peeves by the collar and lifted him up. Although he was not very tall, he was still slightly taller than Peeves.

"If I find out that you're going to the professors to spit blood on me, I'll hang you in the auditorium and burn you twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year."

"Whenever it's a leap year, I will give you a day off. This shows how kind I am!" Ian's righteous threat made Peeves want to cry.

"I understand. I won't tell on anyone. I won't tell anyone." Peeves has never been a good student, but that doesn't mean he hasn't 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. His guess has now been completely verified.

The boundaries between the living and the dead, or even between the living and the elves, do not apply to him. This may be related to the privilege of being able to freely enter and exit the hazy fantasy world.

Compared to personal panel.

This bizarre privilege obviously still had many mysteries that he had not yet discovered.

"Can you let me go? I promise I will never scare you again." Peeves was really scared. He felt the terrifying thing in Ian that frightened him.

"Before you leave, I have to warn you. It's useless to confuse right and wrong. Professor Snape taught me how to use the magic of the sword. Dumbledore even praised my magic for being pleasing to the eye!"

Ian threatened Peeves a few times and then let him go.

"Woooooo~"

Peeves cried all the way as he floated away.

It was filled with indignation, but it did not dare to really complain.

It was fearless in its previous pranks because no one could touch this Hogwarts elf, but this year the situation was obviously a little unusual.

Damn!

How is this going!

How could a little wizard be so bad! I heard that there is a born bad boy in the school, I am afraid it is this bad boy in front of me! The European family called Grindelwald!

Peeves's mind is both terrifying and incomprehensible.

How could a living person catch him and cast magic on him? Peeves didn't figure this out until he escaped from the eighth floor.

"I hate pranks."

Seeing Peeves running away in a panic, Ian was not worried at all.

like he said.

The big melon of Avada was not chewed.

Neither of the two magics used is a secret.

If Peeves dared to discredit his innocence, Ian decided to catch Peeves tomorrow night before going to bed. Pandro might need a moving target to teach Ariana swordsmanship.

"I need a place to hide... I need a place to hide... I need a place to hide..."

After Peeves left, Ian began to walk back and forth in front of the wall three times, thinking about the code to enter the Room of Requirement.

Of course, it's not impossible to think of other places. When Ian passed the wall for the third time, a smooth door appeared silently on the wall.

The warm copper handle reflects light slightly.

"Click~"

Ian raised his hands, grabbed the copper handle and pulled hard, and the door of the secret room slowly opened for him. The expectant little wizard rushed in impatiently.

Enter the eye.

It was a room that was wider than many large stadiums, like a city under a dome of wasteland, with countless lost items piled up here to form small hills. Broken stone statues, old tables and chairs, bottles and jars filled with unknown liquids, countless old books and notes, tarnished magic accessories, worn-out magic robes...

There were even a few Muggle cannons quietly placed in the corner.

Looking at the spectacular mountain of garbage in front of us.

this moment.

Ian knew that his search was worth it.

Only items that have lost their owners will be seen by other people in this hiding room. In other words, the things now displayed in front of Ian have long been ownerless for thousands of years!
All garbage?

Do not!
There's a treasure inside!

“Why are there so many color journals!”

Ian first ran towards the piles of books. Although there were a few diaries and study notes among them, there were mostly various animated erotic comics.

Ok.

A wild west kind of thing.

"Senior wizards will certainly be happy to pay, but that would tarnish my reputation at Hogwarts." Ian put down the book in his hand. Some money does not necessarily have to be earned.

After all, there are so many other things.

Forgotten things are left here to rot.

"They need to see the light again, and it is my responsibility to do so."

Ian pulled out his wand.

"Everything that can be sold comes flying here!"

He used the [Flying Spell] that he had learned for a long time, but unfortunately, there was no response to this spell in the piles of garbage.

"It turns out that you can only specify specific things..." Ian actually knew this a long time ago, but he didn't want to sort them out, so he still gave it a try without giving up.

"Come back 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.

He had seen a shop there that recycled second-hand magical items.

"Now, fly over here, Gold Galleons!"

Ian imagined the appearance of gold Galleons in his mind. This was just a spur-of-the-moment attempt. He didn't expect that there would actually be hundreds of ownerless gold Galleons flying over from the garbage dump.

He quickly put them all into his wizard robe and trouser pockets.

A heavy weight.

It is the taste of happiness.

"at last……"

Ian recalled the illustrations he had seen in the books in the library and began to search around in the garbage mountain. His eyes kept switching the observation area like a high-speed camera.

Time passed little by little.

More than half an hour later.

"This is it!"

Ian found the main purpose of his visit to the Room of Requirement - a rusty old crown, which was quietly placed among the miscellaneous items like other rotten things.

The gemstone that used to be so bright has now turned as gray as stone. It was the crown of Ravenclaw, but now it has a nameplate with the words "Tom Riddle" on it.

"To desecrate a treasure like this is an act only a terrorist would do." Ian found a tattered box nearby and put Voldemort's Horcrux into it.

He had also studied Horcruxes and knew that there would be almost no problems if this thing was not worn on the head. It was just a pity that such a legendary alchemical creation was ruined by a man without a nose.

"If it hadn't been damaged! It would be my imperial seal in Ravenclaw!" Ian got angry just thinking about it, so he had to take this thing back.

Tomorrow night.

Ian plans to take Voldemort with him on a long voyage.

Go to the place where Voldemort should have gone long ago.

(End of this chapter)