Chapter 287 Administrator’s Responsibilities

"You owe me an explanation..."

Dumbledore directed his wand and repaired the last crack on the ceiling. He looked at Grindelwald through his half-moon glasses with his blue eyes and asked calmly.

"Explanation?" Grindelwald stroked his wand and grinned, "This is in your castle, your school."

"A week ago, when I sent the child to you, she was still a little witch who only knew the lighting spell."

Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald, then turned his wand and tapped himself deftly. A set of decent purple wizard robes enveloped his body, replacing the original set of star pajamas. Said slowly and softly.

"But now, as long as she is given a little time, I have no doubt that she can dismantle the entire Hogwarts - is this what you call, the power of the explosive spell that Elena has mastered, a little, a little, big?"

Any little wizard will grow over time.

Dumbledore was naturally prepared for this, but this did not mean that he had ever imagined that in less than a week, Elena would have the possibility to destroy Hogwarts Castle - this Breeding is like sending a kitten picked up on the roadside to your boyfriend's house for a week, and when you get it back, it turns into an element-eating beast.

"I repeat, I only taught her three magic spells in total."

Grindelwald shrugged helplessly, waved his wand and put on a set of wizard robes for himself.

"Healing spells, explosive spells, cleaning spells. Okay, I admit, the explosive spell was an accident...other than that, I mostly just discussed with her about the Care of Magical Creatures class, the Herbology class and the Potions class. relevant knowledge.”

Faced with Dumbledore's questioning, Grindelwald responded lightly, put his finger on the tip of the wand, and spoke slowly.

"Albus, you can't blame my student's magical talent and understanding on me. You were the one who recruited her to study at Hogwarts, not me. And the one who threw her into Nurmengard Castle , also you. And..."

"Shh..."

Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, Dumbledore suddenly frowned and made gestures with his fingers in front of his lips.

The next moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor not far away.

"What's going on here? What happened?"

Unexpectedly, the first person to arrive at the scene was not Professor Snape, who was closest to the underground level.

Argus Filch held up a dim lantern and quickly appeared at the corner of the corridor. A little behind him, Mrs. Lorris's shadow was stretched by the shaking light, as if it were some kind of terrifying figure. monster.

There is no doubt that as the administrator of this castle, he may know a little less secret passages than Dumbledore, but in terms of how to reach every corner of the castle as quickly as possible, he definitely knows the entire Hogwarts Castle. The most powerful member of staff - in fact, in most cases, he would arrive at the scene of the accident before Dumbledore did.

"Well, Professor Dumbledore? Mr. Apokalis?"

Filch's slightly bulging eyes immediately spotted the two wizards standing in the middle of the corridor.

Then, he raised the lantern and looked at the quiet corridor, with a trace of confusion on his face, "Principal, you also feel it, I mean..."

"Professor Dumbledore, what happened?"

Before Mr. Filch could formulate his words, there was another sound of footsteps from the other end of the corridor. Snape, shrouded in a large black wizard robe, walked over quickly, like a giant gliding on the ground. bat.

"Could it be that... the 'guest' from this morning showed up again?"

Snape snorted softly and narrowed his eyes, his dark eyes shining brightly in the candlelight.

As he spoke, the Potions Professor looked around the corridor, as if trying to catch a certain Dark Lord hiding in the shadows of Hogwarts. The intense shocks he felt just now were too easy to recall. Some bad memories - especially, this time it happened not too far from his office.

While the two were talking, Professor McGonagall, who was wearing plaid pajamas, and Professor Sprout, who was wearing a plain robe, also rushed into the corridor, looking at the long corridor in confusion as if nothing had happened.

Since several large-scale campus accidents occurred one after another, almost every dean's nerves have become tense unconsciously. Whenever there is any unusual movement, everyone will rush to the scene of the accident as quickly as possible - —Everyone arrived except Professor Flitwick, who lived in Ravenclaw Tower outside the main castle.

"So, what exactly happened?" Filch, who was the first to arrive at the scene, asked again, his lips pursed tightly and the lantern in his hand swayed left and right, as if he wanted to find some traces.

"It's a false alarm. It seems to be a prank by some ghost."

Grindelwald looked around at the professors around him, waved his hands, and frowned as if he was trying to remember.

"Albus and I only saw a vague figure from behind. I remember, Mr. Argus, you seemed to have mentioned before that it was that Pee Wee..."

"Peeves! Yes, of course, who else but him!"

Filch said loudly, with a look of disgust and anger on his face, and turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

"Principal, I have long said that we should not allow such restless ghosts to remain in the school again and again."

"Please allow me to say something, Headmaster." Snape folded his arms and said softly, "I don't think that Peeves alone can cause a violent tremor that affects the entire castle. He may just happen to appear here. It’s just a place.”

Snape's lips twisted, revealing a hint of sarcasm, as if he was deeply suspicious of this, "Perhaps we need to conduct a comprehensive search of Hogwarts Castle to eliminate some restless elements from the campus - exactly. I suspect that an unwelcome guest is still hiding on the first floor of the castle."

"To be honest, Professor Snape, you don't understand how annoying Peeves is." Filch said sharply, "In my opinion, this is not impossible for him... If you were interested in spending any time in my office, you would realize that he can think of more ways to cause trouble than there are potion recipes."

Peeves has been wreaking havoc at Hogwarts for centuries, starting with Hanklton Humble, who was personally appointed caretaker of the castle by the school's founder, Salazar Slytherin. The battle between the castle keepers and Peeves never stops.

This is an endless tradition. Many wizards have tried to capture and drive away Peeves, but without exception, they all ended in failure and compromise. During this period, Peeves seemed to be an omnipotent person. Existence is the same.

However, occasionally people discovered that almost all powerful wizards in history had exceptional tolerance and tolerance for Peeves, and no one chose to drive or eliminate Peeves with their own hands - but on this point, everyone agreed , this may be the mercy of the strong towards the mischievous ghost.

Therefore, over time, fighting Peeves has become one of the responsibilities of the administrator of Hogwarts Castle that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"About this time, Mr. Otto and I saw with our own eyes that it was indeed a prank caused by Peeves - as for what method he used, we will naturally try to find out later."

Dumbledore glanced meaningfully at Grindelwald beside him, and said firmly, "Severus, believe me, these are not the same thing. Otherwise, I will definitely let you see that person with your own eyes. "

Facing Dumbledore's bright blue eyes, Snape was silent for a while, then turned his face indifferently and hummed noncommittally, expressing reluctant acceptance.

As a senior master of Occlumency and Legilimency, although Snape could not see through Dumbledore's thoughts, he could still distinguish the authenticity of a sentence through his eyes, expression, and tone.

At least judging from Dumbledore's performance just now, there was no trace of lying.

"Also, Argus, Peeves is also a member of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows helplessly, glanced at the indignant Filch, and sighed softly.

"Of course, if you can catch him, maybe this time I will consider letting him disappear temporarily or settle down for a while."

"Really? Principal, you finally agreed? Don't worry, I will definitely catch him."

Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Argus Filch felt as if Christmas had come early, his face exuding excitement, and he said happily to Mrs. Norris.

"Honey, let's go! Let's catch that damn Peeves. This time we can finally get him out."

As Dumbledore concluded the entire incident, the other professors naturally did not have too many questions. They all breathed a sigh of relief and left the corridor briskly.

It was getting late. Except for Filch, who was happily taking Mrs. Norris to search for traces of Peeves in the castle, most of the professors had a full day of classes tomorrow. They can't wait to get back to the warm and soft bed and have a good rest.

You know, not everyone can be like an old wizard who spends most of his time sitting in the office doing what he loves except feeding the birds.

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"You've changed a lot over the years, Albus."

Watching Filch and others leave, Grindelwald shook his head with emotion.

"Let a squib catch an elf, it's a shame you can express it so well - even if you do it yourself, you can only temporarily trap it for a short period of time, right? There are a lot of ways to make this kind of promise like a loft in the sky. Share what I used to be."

There is no doubt that for Grindelwald, it is easier to identify a ghost than to identify a squib.

Grindelwald, who had studied the Three Deathly Hallows deeply and even used them as his mark, knew very well what kind of existence the ghost was. To be precise, he had a brief understanding of almost all documents related to this aspect. Pass.

Therefore, almost at the first sight of Peeves, Grindelwald was certain that Peeves could never be a ghost formed by the wizard's mark. After listening to Argus Filch's story about Peeves, After the description of the ghost, he almost understood what kind of strange existence it was - a skin spirit evolved from the spirit of the skin children of Hogwarts.

"Sometimes, we have to leave people with some hope."

Dumbledore smiled slightly and did not deny it, "However, I didn't lie. There are actually ways to capture elves - you should know. Of course, first they have to realize what's special about Peeves."

Hiding Peeves' true identity is almost a tacit understanding among top wizards.

For the successive headmasters of Hogwarts, once they realize that Peeves is equivalent to the repressed nature of the students, it is difficult to have a bad feeling towards this naughty little guy. After all, in a sense, the chaotic spirit of children is also an integral part of Hogwarts.

"Old man, what I'm worried about now is...what does Elena want to do?"

Dumbledore rubbed his brows and showed a confused look, "There is no doubt that although many of her actions may seem unconstrained and wanton, they always yield certain benefits from an unexpected angle."

Over the years, there have been conflicts between the little wizard and Peeves.

In fact, almost every year there are hundreds of incidents of little wizards being pranked by Peeves. Students using magic spells to fight back against Peeves is actually something that happens from time to time.

However, from Dumbledore's point of view, the situation this time is not so much a confrontation between Elena and Peeves, but rather...these two demon kings are establishing some kind of strange friendship through a special game. The way.

The question is, what does Elena want?

"So... you're saying that the kid might have realized this?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and tilted his head towards the classroom behind him, showing a look of disbelief.

"Wait, if according to her connection with Hogwarts Castle, that is..."

"Maybe, but that's what you need to think about."

Dumbledore winked mischievously and showed a smirk, "Don't forget, you are also one of the castle administrators of Hogwarts now. After all, this is the glorious tradition of Hogwarts that has lasted for thousands of years. My dear , Mr. Otto Apokalis.”

Looking at Grindelwald, whose face suddenly turned ugly, Dumbledore suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and his chest was no longer so painful and suffocating - from now on, even if something happens again in the school, at least there is someone who can help him. Share the pain with him.

"I think the children have been waiting for a long time. If you have any doubts, wouldn't you just ask them directly? This is your responsibility."

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