This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

“It’s been so long since school started, but we’ve only caught three students who violated the rules.”

Filch looked at his record sheet and felt guilty for being slack during this period - but this magic quick meditation did look interesting...

Between continuing to perform his duties and the interesting textbook, he hesitated and chose the former. However, just when he was about to go out, there was a knock on his office door.

‘Is there a student violation reported? ’

Filch's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had eaten a refreshing ice drink on a summer day.

When professors are busy or there are no chores for students to do, those students who are in solitary confinement will come to him to report and receive punishment. This is an unexpected event that makes Filch feel happy.

But when he opened the door with expectation, he put on a look of disappointment - hell, it was a prefect, and six prefects from Ravenclaw came together.

Obviously, there will be no professor who is so idle that he arranges six prefects to work together in one college, so there is nothing to look forward to.

"Hello, Mr. Filch, can we check the file?"

"Check the files?"

Filch looked at him with doubtful eyes as he was used to, but almost immediately gave up his idea - a prefect is considered half a manager, and it is his duty to check files.

"Well, yes, if possible, can you help us find the files about Peeves?"

"Peeves?"

Filch became interested again. He even dreamed of driving that guy out of the school. "Did Professor Flitwick finally make the decision?"

"Just a history of magic investigation for our own personal reasons..."

"Okay..."

This is really disappointing... Filch muttered and began to rummage through the rows of shelves.

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"Are you really sure?"

"There is a high probability that it all looks right. And we have agreed that if you two get it and can't divide it, it will be yours, and if you can, half of it will be mine."

"That's true, but you can't just get this opportunity by doing nothing—"

Fred stretched out his hand and said, "Take it out."

"I swore that I would never give it to you!"

"It's not that thing, it's money. We know that you have your own little treasury. You can't expect us to trick Peeves with our bare hands."

"That's the money I earned from working hard in the library to help people translate materials!"

Percy's voice was low but unusually clear.

Although he still had a temporary assistant subsidy from Professor McGonagall, he couldn't talk about this kind of thing - he was too aware of the courage of his two younger brothers, and he dared to take it all if he dared to speak.

"We don't care how it came about, without the infusion of capital, your contribution and Ron's contribution are about the same."

Percy gritted his teeth and took out the shriveled purse from close to his body, "You have to tell me what you are going to do, right?"

"First, dig out Peeves's lair. We currently know some of the places where he hides things - props for every prank, but it still takes time to fully investigate."

The difficulty of pranks without props skyrockets—at least for them.

The twins thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to restrain Peeves in a way that made them sick, as the first step to trick Peeves.

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"Wouldn't this be good?"

"What's wrong? That guy Percy must have gone to find his brother. We don't have the talent of twins. Instead of hoping for a prank, we might as well try a sneak attack with more people."

"It's the same thing...then together?"

"Walk."

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"hiss…"

"Merlin's beard, this record..."

In Filch's office, the Ravenclaw prefects were all amazed as they looked at the detailed records of Peeves listed line by line.

They only knew part of it at first, but after reading it all, they discovered that this elf had been active for too long, made too many mistakes, and his strength was so outrageous that it was almost impossible to measure.

"It's fake..."

The seventh-grade male prefect pointed to a record and said to the others.

According to records, Peeves fell into the trap of Rankros Calpe, the castle administrator at the time, but he easily escaped with a large number of weapons and used these weapons to wreak havoc in the castle for three days. Professor Eupracia Moore led the surrender and signed an unequal agreement to end the battle that Peeves unilaterally crushed.

"You're kidding, that author - is he planning to blow up the castle?"

The records in Filch's office are the most orthodox records of Hogwarts, and can even be used as a reference for another school history. And this kind of record, which even the principal is implicated in, can completely prove the terror of that elf.

"Not necessarily. Maybe he doesn't know that comprehensively, but he probably doesn't brag about Peeves' abilities at all."

The professor and the principal fought with an entire castle. Even if the principal at the time was far inferior to Dumbledore, it was still an amazingly powerful force.

"There is no doubt that it is a real treasure in the school, but no one has found the key - not even Dumbledore."

"Yes, and it has no idea why it is afraid of Bloody Barro. This is also clearly recorded."

"Check, then check - when did Barrow appear, and how many times did Barrow threaten Peeves!"

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"Run!"

"Armor protects!"

In the corridor on the fourth floor of the castle, the Gryffindor prefects truly understood the pressure that Dumbledore felt when fighting with Peeves.

They were the bravest of Gryffindor, but no matter how powerful a lion is, it can't do anything to a porcupine.

They imagined what methods Peeves would use to deal with them.

He could pass through their bodies to make them feel cold to the bone, attack them with a large number of spells, throw them with messy things, reflect magic, and blast them with condensed air...

The book mentioned many methods of Peeves, but as top students of Gryffindor, they were fully capable of dealing with them.

But the reality was much more terrifying than imagined.

They just used several different magics to try to control Peeves, and the elf glowed with golden light, and then those spells went straight through Peeves' translucent body and fell directly to unimportant places such as the ground or the wall.

Then, Peeves rushed into the bathroom - but in less than half a minute, he rushed out with a mop with a color that seriously stained his eyes.

They tried to cast a Transfiguration on the terrible thing, but just like the previous spell on Peeves, the spell passed through and failed.

"Bubblehead! Quick, run faster!"

"Oh hoo!!!!!"

Peeves shouted with surprise and rushed towards the students like a knight.