It turns out.
Holding the truth.
Even a Prank Elf will start to talk sense.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have scared you, I deeply repent." Peeves realized he couldn't escape at all and immediately began to admit defeat and beg for mercy.
"Who's the little brat?"
Ian held his magic wand and glared angrily.
"Me, it's me, the wicked Peeves." Peeves, who had turned into a frizzed haired, was very honest with his attitude.
"I'm always gentle, you attacked me first."
Ian grabbed the collar of Peeves and lifted him up. Although Ian's height was not very tall, it was still slightly taller than Peeves.
"If I find out you go to the professors and falsely accuse me, I'll hang you in the Great Hall for twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year."
"And whenever a leap year comes, I'll give you a day's off, which is enough to show my inner kindness!" Ian's righteous threat made Peeves want to cry but had no tears.
"I understand, I won't tattle, I certainly won't tell anyone." Peeves had never been a good student, but that doesn't mean he hasn't seen what a good student should be like.
"Very well, let's hope we can all be honest and trustworthy." Ian nodded and put down his magic wand, his suspicion now completely tested and verified.
The boundary between the living and the dead, and even between elves and humans, could not apply to him, perhaps related to the privilege of freely entering and exiting the Misty Illusion Realm.
Compared to the personal panel.
This mysterious privilege clearly has many unexplored mysteries left.
"Can you let me go now? I promise I dare not scare you again." Peeves was truly afraid; he sensed the terrifying aura that frightened him on Ian.
"Before leaving, I need to warn you, overturning the truth won't work, Sectemsempra is taught by Professor Snape, and even Dumbledore praised my magic as pleasing to the eye!"
Ian finally threatened Peeves before letting him go.
"Boohoo~"
Peeves cried all the way as he floated away.
Feeling resentful inside, yet not daring to actually tattle.
His previous fearlessness during pranks was because no one could touch him, the Hogwarts elf. This year it was clearly getting somewhat unusual.
Damned!
What's happening!
How can a young wizard be this nasty! Heard there's a born bad seed in school, it's probably this little wicked devil in front of me! That so-called Grindelwald family from Europe!
Peeves' heart was trembling and confused.
How could a living person catch him, and even apply magic to him? Peeves couldn't figure it out even after fleeing nonstop to the eighth floor.
"I hate pranks."
Seeing Peeves fleeing miserably, Ian felt no concern in his heart.
Just as he said.
The big scoop of Avada didn't come out.
The two spells used weren't any secret.
If Peeves dared to tarnish his reputation, Ian decided to catch Peeves again at night, as Pandro teaches Ariana swordsmanship, perhaps requiring a moving target.
"I need a place to hide things... I need a place to hide things... I need a place to hide things..."
After Peeves left, Ian started to pace back and forth in front of the wall, thinking of the entry password to the Room of Requirement three times.
Of course, thinking of other places wasn't impossible either. When Ian passed the wall for the third time, a smooth door quietly appeared on the wall.
The copper handle glowed gently.
"Click~"
Ian lifted both hands to grasp the copper handle and forcibly pulled it open, the door to the secret room slowly opened for him, and the eager young wizard sprang inside.
Before his eyes.
It was a room wider than many large stadiums, resembling a city under a dome of waste hills, piled with countless ownerless objects forming small mountains.
Broken statues, old tables, chairs, fresco jars filled with unknown liquids, countless old books and notes, dull magic accessories, and worn-out magic robes...
Even a few Muggle cannons quietly placed in corners.
Looking at the spectacular trash mountain.
At that moment.
Ian knew his search was ultimately worthwhile.
Only objects already ownerless could be seen by others hidden in this room, meaning these things Ian sees now have become ownerless in those thousand-year-old years!
All garbage?
No!
Treasures are hidden within!
"Why are there so many colorful magazines!"
Ian first ran towards the piles and piles of books, among which, though there were some diaries and study notes, there were even more of all kinds featuring moving erotic comic books.
Hmm.
The Western wild version.
"Senior wizards might gladly pay for them, but that would tarnish my reputation at Hogwarts." Ian put down the book; earning money isn't always necessary.
After all, there are still so many other things.
Forgotten items here only slowly decay.
"They need to see the light of day again, and it's my unshakable responsibility."
Ian pulled out his wand.
"All sellable items, Accio!"
He cast the Accio spell he had long learned, it's unfortunate that the mountains of trash didn't respond to this spell.
"Surely it can only specify specific items..." Ian had known this for a long time, but after trying once, he still didn't want to sort through the items.
"I'll come back to sort it when I have time." Ian decided to find the secret passage to Hogwarts Village and then come back and batch sell these items to Hogwarts Village.
He had seen a shop recycling second-hand magic items there.
"Right now, Golden Galleons Accio!"
Ian imagined the appearance of Golden Galleons in his mind; it was just a sudden attempt, and unexpectedly, hundreds of unowned Golden Galleons flew over from the trash pile.
He quickly stuffed them all into his wizard's robe and pockets.
The heavy weight.
The taste of happiness.
"Finally..."
Ian recalled the illustration from the books he'd read in the library and began searching around the trash mountain, his eyes switching rapidly as if they were speed cameras.
Time passed bit by bit.
Half an hour later.
"That's it!"
Ian found the main target of his visit to the Room of Requirement—an ancient crown with rusty spots, quietly resting among the clutter like the other dilapidated items.
The once brilliant gemstones were now as dim as stones. It is Ravenclaw's Crown, now labeled with Tom Riddle's nameplate.
"It's an act of terrorism to desecrate such a treasure." Ian found a broken box nearby and placed Voldemort's Soul Artifact inside.
He had researched Soul Artifacts, knowing it almost poses no issue if not worn on the head. Yet it's a pity such a legendary Alchemy Creation had been so mistreated by noseless Voldemort.
"If not damaged! It would be my Heirloom Seal of the Realm in Ravenclaw!" Ian was irritated just thinking about it, so he had to take this thing back.
Tomorrow night.
Ian planned to bring Voldemort on a voyage.
To the place Voldemort should have gone long ago.