Connor's Hogwarts

"Don't come over! Don't come over! Don't come over here!"

"Woooooo, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I won't dare to do it again."

"Stop cumming! Stop cumming! Don't cum. Ouch."

In a certain classroom at Hogwarts, a small figure was hiding in a corner, shivering, while another group of half-grown children surrounded it, all with malicious smiles on their faces. It was a scene of campus bullying. is happening quietly in this unknown corner

"Hehehe, it's finally my turn this time. I've been waiting for today for a long time, and now I want to let you know how good I am!"

"Hahaha, yes, my wand is already thirsty."

"Stop screaming. No one will come to save you even if you scream until your throat is broken. Just accept your fate!"

Several children raised their wands at the same time, and the top of the wand lit up with a warm and soft light, but this light was not warm to everyone. The little figure saw these lights and screamed "No." ——”

Then it turned around and passed through the wall behind it, disappearing.

"Eh, eh? Behind this wall is the outside of the castle! How dare it."

"It should have hid in the wall. Don't worry, it can't escape. We'll wait here for it to come out."

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded from behind the group of children: "What are you doing here?"

"Oops! It's Professor McGonagall's voice!"

"Go, go! This is the signal!"

"There is nothing we can do. It seems we have to come again next time. Consider it lucky and let's go."

The little ghosts dispersed, and the room finally became quiet. After a while, a small figure poked out from the wall again. It was very short, with a wide face, a big mouth, and bright eyes. , looks very funny, it has a depressed face, it is Peeves.

"These lawless brats," Peeves muttered to himself, and then curled up in the corner. The experience of more than a month was simply unbearable to look back on.

Everything has changed since that damn bastard covered in holy light came to the castle, and he actually taught these brats how to play with holy light! Aren’t you, the Holy See, and wizards mortal enemies? what is this? Capitalize on the enemy? That bastard is an even bigger bastard than Barrow!

And those brats, tmd, why, how dare they treat a poor, helpless, weak elf like this.

Tmd,wsm!

"I, Peeves, am the king of Hogwarts! I have been with this castle for nearly a thousand years! They actually treat me like this! Excessive! Shameless! Scumbag!"

Peeves' resentful voice echoed in the room, but he didn't expect anyone to answer his words.

"Those kids are really too much." A figure appeared at the door of the room. Peeves suddenly floated up. He squinted and saw clearly that the person coming was not Professor McGonagall, but the Ravenclaw kid Connor. .

"Are you here to laugh at me too!? Brat! Don't be too arrogant! I will definitely make you pay the price!" Peeves screamed.

"No, I'm not like those kids. I'm here to help you, Peeves." Connor smiled warmly, trying his best to sound sincere.

"Help me? No! I don't need help! Get out of here! Or I'll drip candles on your head!"

"Actually... you're in pain too, Peeves." Connor's eyes were full of "sincerity".

"Pain? What a joke! You think these brats' tricks can make me feel pain! Just a little bit of holy light...!"

"You have been misunderstood, haven't you?" Connor interrupted Peeves' shouting and said to himself: "You are a noisy elf. You were born in the castle to break this boring and silent life. It exists as a castle, right?”

"What are you talking about?"

"You appeared in the castle when the school was first established. You are a noisy ghost born in the castle. The living environment of wizards nearly a thousand years ago was not friendly. Presumably the atmosphere in the castle at that time was quite You must be depressed, the little wizards want to vent, want to be lively, unwilling to be lonely and other complex emotions mixed together, which gave birth to you, am I right?"

".You are quite clever."

"Elves like you feed on whatever emotion you are born with, and they feed on the opposite emotion. You are the ghost of noise, and loneliness and depression are your food. You want the castle to be lively, so you make trouble everywhere. Getting people's attention and making noise is what you live for, right?"

Peeves stopped yelling. He tilted his big head and looked at Connor: "You are right. The more noisy the castle is, the faster my power grows. The more those brats treat me like this. In fact, I It will become stronger. Although those holy lights make me feel pain, they can't really hurt me... Very few people can discover this. Since you are so smart, you should understand that I don't need any help."

"But you're actually not happy, aren't you?" Connor smiled: "Everything you do is never understood by others. They will only scold you, hate you, and scold you, just like how those brats treated you just now. , and they won’t feel any guilt, they think you deserve it, because you bullied them like this before.”

"Shut up! I'm Peeves! I was born to play pranks! I don't need your wizard's understanding at all! Me!" Peeves cursed angrily. Is this wizard mocking himself?

"Actually, you also want friends, right?" Connor's smile was still warm.

"Me! Are you kidding me? Hahaha. Does Peeves want friends? What a big joke! Hahaha."

"I want to make friends with you." Connor smiled and stretched out his hand to Peeves. His tone was sincere and sincere:

"Can I be your friend? I, Connor Lake, want to be your friend."

"You!" Peeves was stunned. His eyes widened and his face became even more ridiculous... He really didn't expect this person to say such a thing, a wizard who wanted to make friends with him? Hahahaha. What a big joke...

No wizard has ever said anything to it about wanting to be friends with it... never.

It has been, always, always hated by people since its birth. They hate its noise, hate its mischief, hate everything it does...

Therefore, it also hates those wizards. They have always hated each other. Just like recently, those wizards will only treat themselves maliciously, and then fight back on their own, and so on. This is how many, many, many years have passed.

Peeves thinks that this kind of life is the meaning of its existence. When I play my prank, you feel uncomfortable, and you also provide me with energy. This kind of life can go on forever... After all, it has been like this for nearly a thousand years. It will be like this in the future, students will be replaced one after another, but Peeves will never disappear...

It was thought that this would be the case in the future.

But Peeves never expected that one day, a wizard would reach out to him and want to make friends with him.

Friends. What is a friend? Peeves doesn't know what a friend is. He has never had such a character in his long life.

But he suddenly appeared. He just stood there, stretching out his hand towards himself, with a gentle smile on his face. The surrounding environment was obviously very dark, but his presence seemed to be a beam of light, illuminating the whole place. In the room, the light is not the magic of those little devils, it is a light that makes you feel warm.

This. Is this a friend?

Peeves was speechless for a moment. The grievance of being misunderstood for nearly a thousand years, the loneliness of being burdened for nearly a thousand years, and the loneliness of watching in the castle for nearly a thousand years all came to his mind at the same time...

Do elves also shed tears?

Peeves carefully stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the warmth he had never felt before, fearing that this warmth would be fleeting.

"I do," Peeves said.

Connor showed a satisfied smile and gave a thumbs-up gesture to the portrait of Conan not far away with the hand hidden behind his back.

…Everything is calculated