"Peeves, I'm sorry—"

Professor Lupine sighed slightly and took out his wand.

Since he and Sirius returned to Hogwarts, most of the ghosts, professors, and portraits have welcomed the two of them, but this "little guy" who used to have a good relationship with them has changed.

In fact, compared to Sirius who was part-time castle administrator, this was quite polite.

At least it won't be like meeting poor Padfoot, where a bunch of old chairs, water balloons, blackboard erasers and other debris were thrown everywhere as soon as they met.

As if he were a life-and-death enemy, he wouldn't even say a word of nonsense to him.

As one of the former Hogwarts quartet, Lupine certainly knew the reason for Peeves' transformation.

Perhaps at this time, in Peeves' eyes, he and Sirius both became the most shameful traitors?

As time went by, Peeves' eyes gradually became ferocious.

Remus Lupine knew very well that this was a sign that Peeves was about to mobilize his magic power to attack - this was not just a simple prank, but was usually a dangerous attack.

"I didn't have a choice before, but now I'm a professor, please forgive me..."

Lupine sighed again, turned around and said to the class.

"Please watch, there is a very simple magic spell here -"

He raised his wand to shoulder height, ready to cast magic.

At this moment, a small figure with long silver-white hair jumped out from behind him and stood between Professor Lupine and Peeves, interrupting the spell in Lupine's mouth.

"Don't be like this, Professor... leave it to me to handle this..."

Elena stood in front of Peeves and looked at the nostrils of this special "ghost".

Of course she knew why Peeves hated Lupine and Sirius so much.

This is like a classmate who played truant yesterday and suddenly became the dean; or a former girlfriend suddenly ran away one day and reappeared in the shape of a deadly enemy...

Considering the formation principle of Peeves, this anger may be even stronger.

"You can't fight them now, Peeves... Times have changed."

Elena narrowed her eyes and spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Those pranks you know and are proud of are all leftovers from their play. When the brave becomes the new evil dragon, he will definitely be more powerful than the previous generation - surrender to me for the time being, and I will teach you.

How do you defeat those traitors who betrayed the student class, and then...hehehe..."

"Uncle Peeves wouldn't-"

"But please...you are really weak and childish now."

Elena looked at Peeves sincerely, opening and closing her lips, and her voice was like a sharp knife piercing its heart.

Since last year, the title of the most powerful demon king in Hogwarts has changed hands.

At the beginning, Peeves could also find some reasons to comfort himself, such as - Elena can enter and leave Hogwarts Castle freely, but he can't.

But with the changes in this castle, the happiness in its heart disappeared quickly like a popped balloon.

Compared to a certain person who mortgaged the castle, caused a disturbance in the principal's office, threatened the Sorting Hat, instigated a fight in the house, blew up the professor's office, ransacked the kitchen, captured the Slytherin common room, tampered with the eagle ring, beat the staff, allowed dogs to hurt people, and harmed people.

Professor Debbins has a weak soul, kidnapped preschool girls, and hurt people with balls...a childhood demon.

It lost -

The kind that loses completely.

The most important thing is that it doesn't even have the last dignity left.

During the Chalk War leading to Hufflepuff House, it witnessed with its own eyes how the little devil demolished Hogwarts Castle with a smile, a bold act that it had never even dared to think of.

"Think carefully, Hogwarts elf... It will be your thousandth birthday soon, and it is time to welcome a new journey - if you have thought about it, just go to the kitchen to find me, I will know

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"Birthday?"

Peeves' cunning and funny clown had a look of confusion on his face.

"Hogwarts Calendar, Peeves Calendar, this is the calendar that everyone in the wizarding world is gradually recognizing now——"

Elena stretched out her hand and patted its shoulder gently - unlike other incorporeal ghosts, Peeves felt bouncy and cool to the touch, as if it were ice jelly - and said softly.

"In short, you have seen my sincerity, now it's your turn..."

As if under a petrification spell, Peeves, who was originally lively and arrogant, suddenly fell silent.

Elena flicked it gently, moved it away from the middle of the corridor, and pushed it towards another branch. In this way, nothing would continue to block the students' path forward.

"That's incredible, Miss Kaslana."

Lupine said in surprise, looking at Elena thoughtfully.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor." Elena smiled shyly and said modestly, "It's just a trivial advantage. I have always been committed to getting along well with everyone in the castle, and Peeves is no exception."

"Oh, I have discovered... quite, amazing..."

Remus Lupine nodded meaningfully, recalling Dumbledore's request in his mind.

He glanced at the beautiful little mixed-race Veela out of the corner of his eye, and he became more vigilant.

If the foursome of them were able to gain the friendship of Peeves when they were students, one can imagine how terrifying this little witch in front of them, who can gain Peeves' respect and even obedience, is.

Fortunately, with the advice of Dumbledore and Scamander, he made some preparations.

Lu Ping led everyone to continue walking.

A few minutes later, he led them into the second corridor and stopped outside the staff lounge.

"This is it, please come in."

Lupine added, opening the door and taking a step back.

The staff lounge is a long place filled with mismatched old chairs. There are two old wizards sitting in the lounge. Dumbledore and Grindelwald sit side by side on a low old chair.

On the sofa, when Elena and the others came in, they stopped talking and turned to look over.

Professor Luping seemed to have known something for a long time. After he came in, he closed the door directly behind him.

This is a Hongmen Banquet...

Elena raised her eyebrows and looked at the two old people who were in the room as spectators.

As the two most powerful wizards in the magic world today, there is only one reason why these two old men can appear in the classroom at the same time and patiently observe the teaching - regarding the education of the third generation Dark Lord.

"Now, uh, come this way."

At this time, Professor Luping walked to the end of the lounge.

After Lu Ping nodded hello to the two old men, he turned around and waved for the students to come over.

At the end of the staff room is an empty space that looks like it has just been cleared by magic. There is nothing there except an old wardrobe where teachers usually store their robes.

Lupine walked to the wardrobe and stood still. The wardrobe suddenly shook and banged against the wall.

"Don't worry."

Professor Luping said calmly, because at this time several students were so frightened that they stopped.

"There's a Boggart in here."

Sure enough.

Elena glanced at the old potatoes and old radishes beside the lounge, her eyes full of fun.

Obviously, this was probably specially prepared for her, right?

According to the normal teaching progress of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Boggarts should only be exposed to content in the third year of Hogwarts, and now she is just a poor, weak, and harmless second-year student.

"Boggarts like dark, closed spaces." Professor Lupine said.

"The wardrobe, the space under the bed, the cupboard under the sink - once I even came across one living in a grandfather clock. This one was just brought from outside the castle yesterday for practical study in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

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"Now, the first question we have to ask ourselves is: What is a Boggart?"

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Hermione raised her hands.

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Professor Lupin said, and Hermione's face lit up with joy.

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The pre-class Q&A for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was proceeding in an orderly manner.
To be continued...