A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 141 Mischievous Ghost

Felix stayed in his office until noon before going to the auditorium for lunch, feeling extremely hungry.

Instead of sitting in the teachers' section, he randomly chose a long student table, where several young wizards were discussing the morning's events nearby.

"In just one morning, Peeves attacked Slytherin students in the Great Hall, knocked down statues in the corridor, smeared mud on armor, and graffitied the ceiling..." A student listed Peeves' crimes on his fingers.

"I think he must have spent the whole day yesterday thinking about how to celebrate, which is why he was so efficient today."

Felix was listening nearby when several Slytherin students stormed in, their angry shouts clearly audible even to Felix, who was seven or eight seats away.

"...This is outrageous! Running around causing trouble in the common room! We must tell Professor Snape..."

Their voices gradually faded into the distance.

Felix walked out of the auditorium, intending to visit Belby, only to find his office door locked.

As he was about to leave, he saw Belby's tall, thin figure coming towards him; he looked beaming with joy.

"Damocles".

"Oh, Felix, did you come to see me? I went to Professor Snape's office, and the work on improving the wolfsbane potion is progressing very well..." Belby said enthusiastically.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Belby suggested, "How about we go grab a drink?"

Felix readily agreed.

"Please wait a moment, I still need to tidy up a bit..." Belby said vaguely as the two walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, which was quite different from the one Lockhart had used.

It was somewhat similar to Snape's office—several large cabinets were placed against the wall, each containing various bottles and jars; on a long table were rows of glasses and crucibles.

One of the cauldrons was simmering a potion, with an orange flame burning beneath it and steam rising from its rim.

Felix glanced at it; the crucible contained a creamy substance, but its color was an unsettling dark green.

"Is this some kind of topical ointment?"

"That's right, it's incredibly effective against large boils caused by the Boil Curse. I've discussed it with Madam Pomfrey, and wow, she's a treasure trove of knowledge, knowing all sorts of potions for minor injuries and ailments."

Felix agreed, saying, "I completely agree with you, Damocles." He had discovered this back in school.

Belby lifted a curtain in the corner, revealing two metal cages inside, where two red-hatted animals were sleeping peacefully.

But when he took out two thumb-sized glass bottles, they immediately opened their eyes, chirped incessantly, and clung to the cage bars with their paws.

Felix could actually read the emotion of 'longing' in their gaunt faces.

Bellby uttered an interjection, and Red Hat immediately fell silent, pressing his head against the edge of the cage with his mouth wide open.

He poured the bright red liquid from the glass bottle into their mouths, and the man in the red hat looked ecstatic, swaying as if he were drunk.

Then, Belby covered the curtain, went to Felix's side, put two green leaves into the cauldron, and gently tapped the edge of the cauldron twice with his wand. The dark green thing began to spin.

"Alright, that's settled. Let's go," Belby said.

As they descended the steps to the ground, they saw several lower-year Slytherin students running in a sorry state not far away, hiding the backs of their heads with the hoods of their wizard robes to avoid the ubiquitous chalk dust.

"Oh, ten points, ten points, that's great, a hundred points!" A little guy who looked like a dwarf was doing somersaults in mid-air as he chased after him, waving his two short arms incessantly.

"Mischievous Ghost".

Peeves stopped and looked at the two professors beside him. "Oh, I didn't see them~ These poor little things have captured all my attention..." He glared with evil eyes and awkwardly tugged at his pointed hat.

Felix waved his hand, causing the pointed hat on Peeves' head to fly into his hand. "This shouldn't be yours, right, Peeves?"

A Slytherin boy leaned closer and whispered, "Yes, it's mine, Professor."

Mischievous Ghost glared at him fiercely, "Lord Mischievous Ghost will remember you!"

The young Slytherin wizard was startled, and stopped halfway through extending his hand, looking very hesitant.

Felix waved his wand, and a silver beam struck Peeves, causing his eyes to glaze over. He felt lightheaded and kept muttering, "No, I hate class!"

"Don't pull my hair..."

"I hate the history of magic!"

"Why did he get the highest rating?"

The Slytherin wizards looked at Felix with awe, and even Belby's eyes were somewhat fixed on him—he could handle Peeves, but to achieve this effect was rather unsettling.

It seemed that Pipi Ghost had suddenly split into countless thoughts, and these thoughts came from different people.

"Don't look at me like that. It's just a simple confusion spell that made it think it was just born," Felix said.

"Is there any explanation?" Belby asked, though he didn't think it was just a simple confusion spell.

"Peeves is a special kind of ghost, or more accurately, a noisy ghost. He was born with the construction of Hogwarts, but he only took on a concrete form when the school enrolled a large number of students and used their playful mood and overflowing magic."

The students who had just been chased listened quietly, exchanging excited glances.

"He won't stay like this forever, will he?" Belby asked.

"No, he'll recover in a week at most, but the process won't be pleasant... I thought he'd remember this feeling," Felix said regretfully.

"Teacher, professor, is there any good way..." said the little wizard whose hat had been stolen.

But Felix seemed not to hear him. With a clearly puzzled look on his face, he asked Belby, "Do you think we should tell the little wizard that the Tongue-Locking Charm can also be used against ghosts?"

"That's not a good idea, it might bother some ghosts..." Belby said cooperatively.

"The ghosts in the castle are all friendly. If any young wizard dares to use their powers on a ghost, they'll be locked up for a whole year," Felix said.

Belby's eye twitched slightly. Are you serious?

The Slytherin students were startled and said hesitantly, "Professor, we'll be leaving now."

"Your hat." Felix tossed him the pointed hat he was holding.

"Thank you, Professor!" the young wizard said, then was pulled away by his companions.

As they ran, they couldn't help but discuss what the two professors had said. Felix vaguely heard words like "tongue-locking spell" and "it was taught in dueling class..."

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