Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 104: Arranging for Mischievous Ghosts! Filch Shows Off His Skills!

"Understood! Mischievous Ghost guarantees to complete the mission!"

Pee-Pee was in high spirits, having successfully taken revenge on Blood Man Barrow, which made him extremely happy.

At this moment, even if Dudley asked him to keep watch, or even if Dudley asked him to self-destruct, he wouldn't hesitate for a second.

Because Peeves is immortal. He was born from the academic pressure of generations of Hogwarts students. As long as Hogwarts exists, he will live forever.

Dudley saw this, and instead of completely trusting Peeves's assurances, he added a layer of coercion and enticement:

"Pee-Pee, work diligently for me, and you can take revenge on Blood Man Barrow like this often. But if you mess things up or do a sloppy job, then you and Blood Man Barrow will switch roles!"

Upon hearing this, Pippi shuddered in fright. He glanced at Barrow's bloodied buttocks, which he had already kicked raw, and his sense of importance for Dudley's mission instantly soared to its peak.

"Dursley, please trust Peeves! Peeves will definitely complete the task you've given me!"

"Well, let's go!"

Dudley nodded in satisfaction and let Pippi leave first.

Afterwards, Dali glanced indifferently at the bloodied lower body of Barrow, whose buttocks were bruised and bleeding, then looked away and said to his cousin, who had already walked over in tacit agreement:

"Let's go, Harry!"

"Okay, cousin!"

……

It took twenty minutes for the Blood Man Barrow to be expelled from the spatial passage. During this time, several groups of Hogwarts students passed by and witnessed the horrific state of the unknown ghost.

Fortunately, Barrow the Blood Man had changed his color beforehand, so he was unrecognizable by looking at his lower body alone; otherwise, he would have lost all face at Hogwarts in no time.

After being expelled from the spatial passage, Blood Man Barrow watched helplessly as the dark, circular passage disappeared, his eyes empty and bewildered.

He was trapped in the absolute darkness for more than half an hour, and no matter how much he roared and shouted, there was no response. In the darkness and loneliness, he also felt a sharp pain in his buttocks. The ghost was tormented to the point of temporary daze.

(Little Star was kept alone in a magical iron cage within his personal space, unable to perceive any sounds or situations outside the cage.)

Barrow, the blood-soaked man, stood frozen in mid-air in the corridor, the crimson color on his body slowly fading before he suddenly came to his senses:

"Aaaaaah! What a cruel little wizard! I want... I want... Helena, I'm so sorry!"

Barrow the Blood Man wanted to utter a few harsh words, but as he shouted, his thoughts drifted back to the sins he had committed a thousand years ago. He stared blankly into the distance in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.

His heart was filled with distorted love and insane guilt.

The crimson color on its body completely dissipated, and it returned to its silvery-white ghostly form.

The buttocks, which had been kicked and mangled by the mischievous ghost, were restored to their original state by transferring ghost energy from other parts of the body.

Today marks the first time in his thousand years as a ghost that he has suffered an undeserved calamity, but that is all; it has not brought any significant change to his life.

He was still distraught, still unable to leave Hogwarts, and still dared not go to Ravenclaw Tower to see the ghost he both loved and felt immense guilt for.

……

Dudley and Harry spent another afternoon studying in the library. Hermione came over and offered to lend them her notes from her History of Magic class, but they politely declined.

Because these notes are no different from copying from a textbook.

The contents of the book were not to Dudley's or Harry's liking.

Hermione, seeing how stubborn the two brothers were, puffed out her cheeks in anger.

Seeing this, Dudley found the child's mindset particularly amusing, so he took out the notes he had written while studying the basics of alchemy over the past two days and shared them with Hermione.

Hermione took the notebook, glanced at it, and quickly calmed down.

As evening fell, everyone went to the auditorium for dinner as usual and witnessed a rare spectacle.

Argus Filch, the Hogwarts Castle caretaker and a seasoned Squib, has surprisingly changed his long-held habits.

While the Hogwarts students and teachers were having their meal in the Great Hall, he didn't stand guard or act as a camera at the entrance.

Instead, she changed into an exquisite and luxurious old-style purple robe.

During the busiest time of day in the auditorium, holding a Willow Wand with an eerie beauty and long, twisted texture, he embraced Mrs. Loris, whose fur had turned completely purple, stood tall and arrogant, and walked step by step toward the faculty seats deep inside the auditorium.

Finally, under the astonished gazes of everyone, he slowly sat down in his own special seat, a seat he had never sat in before.

"Clang! Clang!"

Filch basked in the surprised looks of the crowd, picked up his wand, and slammed it heavily onto the plate on the table in front of him.

Perhaps he was too excited, perhaps he had never had such an experience before, or perhaps he did it on purpose, but the incredibly tough willow wand in his hand actually smashed the plate in two.

"Hahahaha-"

The four Houses' tables immediately erupted in a roar of laughter, especially the Slytherin and Gryffindor students.

They thought the sun had risen in the west and the Black Lake had floated into the sky!

They actually thought that old Squirrel Filch had become a wizard!

But this annoying old man found a strange-looking tree branch, pretended it was a magic wand, and went to the teacher's seat to embarrass himself.

At the faculty seats, the professors did not laugh. Some were naturally averse to laughter, some were too refined to laugh at such a moment, and others had noticed something amiss and did not find it funny.

Sitting in the center, Dumbledore was undoubtedly the last type. He lowered his head slightly, his gaze passing over his crescent-shaped glasses, and looked at the wand in Filch's hand from afar, a sense of curiosity and astonishment rising in his heart.

He had already recognized that the wand was a real wand, and that the wand itself was made from the willow branches that he had planted himself years ago.

Despite the ridicule from the room, Filch remained unfazed. His gaze casually swept towards the Gryffindor table, caught sight of Dudley, whose expression remained calm, and then quickly passed over him.

Then, he raised the Willow Wand, pointed the tip at the broken plate, and muttered incantations:

"Restored to its original state!"

The faint white light of the restoration spell flickered, silencing all the doubts and jeers.

Filch's plate instantly returned to its original state, becoming exactly the same as before.

Filch tapped the plate twice more, and this time, the dinner the house-elf had prepared in the kitchen was immediately teleported to the restored plate, wafting a hot and fragrant aroma.

All the students in the audience who were unaware of the inside story, regardless of whether they had just mocked Filch, were now speechless with shock, as if they had been choked.

A wand can be disguised, but a spell cannot lie.

Old Squirrel Filch has really become a wizard!