Chapter 1227 The Melancholy Fat Monk

...Mr. Kaslana?

Hearing this title, Benitez was stunned for two seconds, and a trace of inexplicable nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

Speaking of which, when Elena was invited as a parent for the first time in a Scottish public primary school, someone also called him this.

According to the elementary school teacher, the stronger child created a lively "Kaslana Family" among his classmates.

But everything ended with his reckless parent-teacher meeting. After he subconsciously corrected the names of other parents, the whole class learned about Elena's orphan status.

"Well, I am Elena's father - you are..."

The lights and shadows of the past flashed through Benitez's mind. The middle-aged priest quickly gathered his thoughts and looked at the old-school gentleman not far away in confusion.

Unlike most parents of students, the middle-aged man standing at the corner was wearing an elegant handmade robe, his light blond hair was meticulously combed, and a silver cane engraved with exquisite hollow patterns was in the man's hand, elegant and somewhat cold and arrogant. He looks like a member of the British royal family on TV. Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell that he is definitely a big shot with a high status.

The only thing that confused Benitez was that this "aristocratic" man looked at him with some kind of strange fear in his eyes, or...

Benitez's peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at Elena, who was standing next to him, and frowned slightly - was he afraid of his little witch?

You know, since he vaguely learned that "his daughter" may be the underground queen who controls the magical world, Benitez feels that no matter what he encounters, he should not be surprised.

"Lucius Malfoy, one of the members of the Hogwarts School Board. My son Draco and Miss Caslana are in the same class."

Lucius said elegantly and calmly, his light gray eyes looked at Benitez thoughtfully, and he whispered tentatively.

"Sorry, as far as I know - Miss Kaslana originally lived in a Muggle orphanage..."

As one of the few people who knew the identity of the "Devil Princess", Lucius's heart began to tumble the moment he saw Benitez and Elena appearing in the classroom.

Although Dumbledore did not introduce in detail how Grindelwald recognized his family and the story of the "Devil Princess", he could still see a lot of information due to his position on the school board.

"Oh, yes. Actually...I am the director of that orphanage - Jose Benitez. Nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy."

Benitez nodded generously, explained with a smile, and took the initiative to reach out to Mr. Malfoy.

In any case, the other party is one of the directors of this school, and he is also the father of Elena's classmate, so these basic etiquettes are still required.

"The director of a Muggle orphanage? But... your decoration looks a bit unique."

Lucius frowned slightly, a flash of arrogance and disgust quickly flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated and turned into an indifferent calm.

Under the playful eyes of a certain little witch, Mr. Malfoy reluctantly stretched out his hand and quickly touched Benitez's right hand.

Lucius's eyes wandered over Benitez's solemn and simple priest's robe, and he whispered quietly, his silver-gray eyes flashing and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I mean, I thought you were... Well, the people here - your clothes seem to be like other Muggles -"

He glanced at Mr. Granger, who was having a "heated debate" with Hermione not far away, and snorted softly, "——It's different. I thought you were from our side..."

"Oh? This is the one you're talking about. This is a priest's robe. I was in a hurry today and I didn't remember to change it."

Benitez was stunned, lowered his head and looked at his robe, scratched his cheek sheepishly, and explained with a smile.

"Maybe you don't know much about this. There are many churches and religions in the non-magical world, and I happen to be engaged in related work-"

"Monk? Clergy? Of course I know—"

Lucius raised his brows slightly, but before he could finish speaking, a cheerful greeting suddenly came from not far away.

"Oh ho ho ho - welcome, young priest. I've told you before, my uncle Peeves will never lie to anyone!"

Not far away, several milky white, translucent ghosts floated out of the stairs and walls one after another.

At the front is a ghost with a wide face, a big mouth, and bright eyes—the most powerful troublemaker (non-living person) in Hogwarts.

"Peeves, what do you want to do? This is my father-"

Elena narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the short ghost who suddenly appeared warily, and said softly.

She can 100% suppress most of the ghosts and creatures in Hogwarts Castle, but she cannot 100% control this "poltergeist" who was born from the will of the students at Hogwarts.

Even in Hogwarts where "Dumbledore disappeared", the only way Elena can check Peeves is to hurt both sides. Destroying Hogwarts Castle can threaten Peeves to a certain extent - after all, Peeves Ghosts only represent "young people's rebellion", but Elena's heart hides enough "malice to destroy the world."

"Oh, don't worry, the eldest student of Hogwarts - I just brought everyone here to see the excitement, this is a living Muggle priest!"

Peeves grinned widely, grabbed his ankle and did a somersault in mid-air, whizzing past Benitez's head.

Then, it sat cross-legged on top of Benitez's head and gestured rudely downward.

Muggles can't see the ghost anyway. Apart from causing trouble for the castle administrators and prefects, its greatest pleasure is playing fair and honest pranks.

After hearing that Elena's "Muggle father" had arrived at Hogwarts Castle, Peeves quickly realized that his opportunity had come, and he wanted to regain his position as the number one demon king.

Peeves made a face at Benitez, shook his legs, and looked at Elena directly below with an arrogant expression.

"Of course, the premise is that you must admit that Uncle Peeves is the most powerful expert in making trouble, otherwise he may not just 'watch' the excitement——"

At the same time, Lucius Malfoy also took a few steps back, staring at Peeves warily.

As a former Slytherin prefect, he still remembered how difficult Peeves was. When he was in school, he was often teased by this nasty thing.

"See... the excitement?"

Elena repeated softly, with a hint of fire in her eyes.

"Do you want to start a war by beating the parents in the castle? Maybe you should change the time and place..."

Obviously, Peeves' current posture does not look like he wants to quietly watch the excitement.

There were several trash baskets filled with waste paper floating in the air, as well as some erasers filled with chalk dust.

"Oh, oh, oh, Miss Kaslana seems angry! How scary!"

Peeves spun around in mid-air excitedly and waved his right hand rather boredly, causing the battle props he had carefully prepared to clatter to the ground.

"We are friends, just joking... The great Peeves is giving you a favor, but I still think it will be more interesting this way -"

"Hey, are you and Elena friends? Little guy."

At this moment, Benitez suddenly raised his head and looked at the strange little ghost with his legs crossed in the air.

"Friend?! The great Peeves only admires this guy temporarily——"

Peeves seemed to be furious and retorted quickly subconsciously.

However, its voice suddenly got stuck in the middle of speaking, like a duck that had its throat suddenly strangled.

"You, you can see the great Peeves?!"

Peeves looked down at the middle-aged priest who was looking at him in disbelief.

Then, he quickly turned his head and roared at the ordinary wall behind everyone.

"Fat monk! Fat monk! Your companions are here, come out quickly - my God, there are actually magic monks!"

"Alas... Peeves..."

With a sigh, a chubby little monk-like ghost "squeezed" out from the wall next to him.

It may be difficult for Peeves to understand that clerics who can see ghosts are not necessarily magic monks, especially after the two worlds are separated.

He glanced at Benitez with a complicated expression, his eyes slid over the man's bulging arm muscles, and he said softly with some melancholy.

"Hello, sir - welcome to Hogwarts."

Hundreds of years ago, he was the same priest.

Until...the Inquisition discovered that he had conjured a barrel of wine for the thirsty poor...

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