HP: Dangerous Professor from Azkaban Chapter 266 266: 266: Peeves' Ending

The corridors of Hogwarts were no longer safe; they had beco a dark domain where Peeves reigned supre.

His revenge spread like a plague. Every mont back in the castle beca his personal carnival.

Buckets of paint were dumped with precision onto the heads of hurried prefects.

The range of the vanishing stairs was deliberately expanded.

The corridors were constantly sared with sticky mud.

Suits of armor were stuffed with captured goblins, clanking noisily throughout the night.

Apart from the Bloody Baron, all ghosts were subjected to Peeves's relentless harassnt with bits of chalk.

The young wizards complained bitterly, and Filch was beside himself with rage.

Peeves's shrill laughter echoed through every corner of the castle, like a madman who had just escaped confinent.

Sagres ca upon this chaos in a secluded corridor.

Peeves floated in midair, putting the finishing touches on a portrait of a sleeping nun.

He held a piece of blue cheese stolen from the kitchen, gleefully saring it across the canvas. The pungent, sour sll mixed with the vulgar songs he composed on the spot, echoing down the corridor.

Sagres said nothing, raising his wand silently.

A dark red surge of magic erupted at once, coiling around Peeves's legs like a venomous serpent.

Peeves's laughter stopped abruptly. He struggled wildly, his small, malicious eyes darting about in panic.

Sagres stepped forward slowly, watching the bound poltergeist in silence.

The mont Peeves saw him, his mouth spewed a torrent of vile curses and insults at astonishing speed.

Mixed within were crude slanders and insults directed at Sagres's family and his origins.

"I'll shove your gutter-bred, stinking face into a troll's—"

The stream of abuse cut off abruptly as Sagres produced a familiar crystal vial.

Peeves's pupils shrank in terror. He struggled desperately, but the powerful magic suppressed every ounce of his strength.

"It seems your last experience taught you nothing, Peeves."

Sagres's voice was calm. "Your behavior remains nothing more than chaotic destruction. Apart from creating noise and disorder, it serves no purpose."

"Let go! You black-hearted freak, a cross between a Mudblood and an Inferi! What do you want to do to the great Lord Peeves this ti?!"

Peeves shrieked, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his fear.

"Endless repetition bores . So I will give you two choices. This is my final act of rcy."

He raised the crystal vial, pointing its opening at Peeves.

"First," Sagres said calmly, "I will permanently seal you and send you to Mr. Lyle Lupin. At the sa ti, I will assist him in extracting your core consciousness and linking it to a perpetual magic-draining array."

As Sagres described it, Peeves's face gradually paled.

"Every trace of your energy will be slowly drained, becoming nourishnt for magical instrunts, until the end of ti."

Peeves's curses imdiately turned into terrified whimpers.

After their previous encounter, the na Lyle Lupin had beco as frightening to him as the Bloody Baron.

And Sagres did not appear to be joking.

"Second," Sagres continued, "I will confine you within the stone monunt replica in the dueling arena. You will beco one of its 'random variables.'"

"You will be able to appear randomly within the replicas, creating trouble and increasing the difficulty for students in every way you can imagine."

Peeves stopped struggling. The malicious gleam in his small eyes gradually shifted into curiosity.

Being able to cause trouble for those annoying young wizards… and legally, at that. That sounded…

"Of course," Sagres's voice cut through his thoughts, "all your actions will be monitored and restricted. You will not be able to leave the range of the replica, nor will you be allowed to cause real harm to students. Your purpose will be to test and train their ability to adapt in real situations."

He raised his wand slightly, as if ready to carry out the first option at any mont. "So, what is your choice?"

Peeves did not hesitate.

The fear of losing his freedom and becoming an experintal subject overwheld everything else.

"The second! I choose the second! Lord Peeves wants to stay at Hogwarts! Let go, you—"

He never finished the sentence.

Sagres flicked his wand, and the invisible force surrounding Peeves tightened, compressing him into a distorted, semi-transparent grey shadow that was sucked into the crystal vial with a sharp whoosh.

The stopper sealed itself automatically. Peeves thrashed and cursed inside, but his voice was completely muffled, leaving only a faint, blurred shadow.

"Rember your choice," Sagres said calmly. "And I sincerely hope you will be more cooperative when you are integrated into the stone monunt."

That night, Hogwarts's dueling replica system underwent a silent update.

From then on, students who challenged the replicas would not only face powerful magical constructs and intricately designed trials, but would occasionally encounter so extrely troubleso new "situations."

Teammates who had been painstakingly gathered would suddenly be separated by a prank smoke bomb. A slippery trap would appear out of nowhere on the crucial path to victory. A bucket of ice water would suddenly pour over their heads while they were in the middle of casting a spell…

At first, Peeves enjoyed it for a while.

Watching those young wizards panic and stumble under his tricks seed to nourish his confined spirit.

The students suffered miserably. Cursing "Peeves in the replica" beca a routine before every challenge.

However, they gradually realized that while Peeves in the replica was still troubleso, so of his abilities had been stripped away.

He could no longer freely pass through walls as he did in the corridors, and their spells could now truly affect and even capture the troubleso poltergeist.

The turning point ca with the appearance of a new side objective on the stone monunt—Punish Peeves, the Disruptor.

In a replica jointly challenged by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, Peeves attempted his usual trick, preparing to drench the team with a large bucket of sticky mud.

But just as he tipped the bucket, Cedric, who was leading the group, deftly stepped aside. At the sa ti, he pointed his wand backward and cast quickly:

"Repello!"

It was a simple deflection spell, but the timing and angle were perfect.

The bucket of foul mud struck what seed like an invisible elastic barrier and rebounded even faster, splashing all over Peeves from head to toe.

Peeves froze in disbelief.

Sticky mud dripped from his pointed hat, and the stench was overwhelming.

He could hardly believe what had just happened.

The Ravenclaw girl in the group flicked her wand, and several bands of light shot out, coiling around him like nimble snakes, instantly binding Peeves into a mud-soaked bundle.

"Descendo!" Cedric followed up imdiately.

Peeves lost his ability to float at once. With a shriek, he crashed heavily onto the cold ground.

The rest of the team reacted swiftly. Several more binding spells struck him, tying him up tightly like a wriggling worm.

Peeves cursed and struggled on the ground. At that mont, several iridescent bubbles, shimring with a dangerous glow, drifted toward him from different directions.

He instinctively tried to squirm away, but the bubbles were faster than the bound "worm." One by one, they touched him and burst silently.

Instantly, an unbearable, intense itch spread across Peeves's entire body.

He twisted frantically, trying to relieve it by wriggling across the ground, letting out shrill cries that were half laughter, half agony. "Ow! Haha! No! Stop—hahaha—stop! Lord Peeves is so itchy!"

The young wizards gathered around, their faces lit with triumphant smiles.

"It seems we were right," the Ravenclaw girl adjusted her glasses. "The replica rules do restrict him, and our magic can affect him."

"So the 'Punish Peeves, the Disruptor' quest gives extra points, right?" another Hufflepuff student guessed eagerly.

From that day on, Peeves's life within the replica changed completely.

He was no longer the nightmare that made young wizards blanch at the ntion of his na. Instead, he beca an entertaining special challenge event, and the universally acknowledged "best punching bag" among all teams.

Students even began forming Anti-Peeves Strategy Groups, sharing capture thods and creative spells.

The Gryffindor Weasley twins devoted themselves to inventing new counter-items: Itchy Bubbles, Stink Bombs, Color-Changing Ink Spray. Peeves beca their most popular, and most miserable, test subject.

Other students also delighted in using all kinds of ridiculous spells on him.

Peeves would often discover, to his horror, that he had suddenly grown a pair of enormous donkey ears that flapped nonstop, or had been frozen midair by a thick layer of ice, becoming the subject of everyone's laughter. So even magically added ugly tattoos and absurd won's clothing to him for a ti.

His screams and curses remained part of the replica's background noise, but the emotion behind them had long since shifted from arrogance and smugness to pure frustration and fury.

"Don't steal Lord Peeves's hat!"

"Let go! Lord Peeves is not your practice target for the Levitation Charm! Ow!"

"That's my trap! You thieves! Scoundrels!"

"Greengrass! Professor Greengrass! Let out! I want the first option! Send to Lupin!"

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