Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

...Mr. Kaslana?

Hearing this title, Benitez was stunned for two seconds, and a trace of inexplicable nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

Speaking of which, when Elena was first hired as a parent in a Scottish public primary school, someone called him that.

According to the elementary school teacher, the strong kid made up a lively "Kaslana family" among his classmates.

It's just that everything ended with his reckless parent-teacher meeting. After he subconsciously corrected the names of other parents, the whole class knew Elena's orphan status.

"Well, I'm Elena's father—you're..."

The light and shadow of the past flashed in Benitez's mind, and the middle-aged priest quickly restrained his thoughts and looked at the old-fashioned gentleman not far away in confusion.

Unlike most of the parents of the students, the middle-aged man standing at the corner was wearing an elegant handmade robe, his light blond hair was meticulously combed, and a silver cane with delicate hollow patterns was in his hand. He was elegant and somewhat indifferent and arrogant. The demeanor is just like the members of the British royal family on TV. Just by dressing up, you can see that the other party is definitely a big man with a high status.

The only thing that puzzled Benitez was that the "aristocratic" man looked at him with some kind of strange fear in his eyes, or...

Benitez's peripheral vision inadvertently swept over Elena who was standing beside him, frowning slightly - what is he afraid of, his little witch?

You know, since he vaguely learned that "his daughter" may be the underground queen who controls the magical world, Benitez feels that no matter what he encounters, he should not be surprised.

"Lucius Malfoy, one of the Hogwarts board members, my son Draco is in the same class as Miss Kaslana."

Lucius said gracefully and calmly, his light gray eyes looked at Benitez thoughtfully, and whispered tentatively. .

"Sorry, as far as I know - Miss Kaslana was originally living in a Muggle orphanage..."

As a few people who knew the identity of the "Demon Princess", Lucius's heart began to roll over the moment he saw Benitez and Elena appear in the classroom.

Although Dumbledore did not give a detailed introduction to the story of Grindelwald's confession and the story of "Princess Devil", he could still see a lot of information by virtue of his position on the school board.

"Oh, yes. Actually... I'm the director of that orphanage—José Benitez, nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy."

Benitez nodded generously, explained with a smile, and took the initiative to reach out to Mr. Malfoy.

In any case, the other party is one of the directors of this school, and he is also the father of Elena's classmates. These basic etiquette are still required.

"The head of the Muggle orphanage? But... your decoration looks a bit unique."

Lucius frowned slightly, and a hint of arrogance and disgust flashed in his eyes quickly, but it quickly dissipated and turned into an indifferent calm.

In the rather playful eyes of a certain little witch, Mr. Malfoy stretched out his hand reluctantly and quickly touched Benitez's right hand.

Lucius's eyes were cruising on Benitez's solemn and simple priest's robe, and he whispered softly, his silver-gray pupils flashed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I mean, I thought you were...well, people on our side—in your clothes, you seem to be with other Muggles—"

He glanced at Mr. Granger, who was "debating" with Hermione not far away, and snorted softly, "—not the same, I thought you were on our side..."

"Oh? You said this one, this is the priest's robe. I came here in a hurry today and remember to change it before I came."

Benitez was stunned, looked down at his robe, scratched his cheek embarrassedly, and explained with a smile.

"Maybe you don't know much about this, there are many churches and religions in the non-magical world, and I happen to be engaged in related work-"

"Monk? Clergy? Of course I know—"

Lucius raised his brows slightly, but before he could finish speaking, a cheery greeting suddenly came from not far away.

"Oh hoo hoo hoo—you're welcome, young priest. As I said before, my Peeves would never lie!"

Not far away, several milky white and translucent ghosts floated out from the stairs and walls one after another.

At the front is a ghost with a wide face, a big mouth and round eyes - Hogwarts's most powerful troublemaker (non-living).

"Peeves, what do you want, this is my dad—"

Elena narrowed her eyes slightly, looked vigilantly at the short ghost that suddenly appeared, and said softly.

She can 100% suppress most of the ghosts and creatures in Hogwarts Castle, but she can't 100% hold this "Soul Spirit" born from the will of Hogwarts students.

Even at Hogwarts where "Dumbledore disappeared", Elena's only way to check and balance Peeves is to lose both. Destroying Hogwarts Castle can threaten Peeves to a certain extent - after all, Peeves It only represents the "rebellion of young people", but Elena's heart hides "maliciousness that can destroy the world".

"Oh, don't worry, Hogwarts student eldest sister - I'm just bringing everyone over to see the fun, this is a living Muggle priest!"

Peeves grinned, grabbed his ankle and flipped somersaults in mid-air, whizzing over Benitez's head.

Immediately afterwards, it sat cross-legged on top of Benitez's head, gesturing rudely downward.

Anyway, Muggles can't see ghosts. Apart from making trouble for the castle keeper and prefects, the most fun it has left is open and honest pranks.

After hearing that Elena's "Muggle Dad" came to Hogwarts Castle, Peeves quickly realized that his opportunity was coming, and it was going to regain the status of the first chaos demon king.

Peeves grimaced at Benitez while shaking his legs, looking arrogantly at Elena directly below.

"Of course, the premise is that you must admit that Uncle Peeves is the most powerful trick-or-treating expert, otherwise it may not only 'watch' the fun-"

At the same time, Lucius Malfoy also took a few steps back, staring at Peeves vigilantly.

As a former Slytherin prefect, he still remembers how difficult Peeves was, and when he was at school, he was often teased by this annoying thing.

"Look... lively?"

Elena repeated a sentence softly, and a spark of fire flashed in her eyes.

"Do you want to start a war when you fight the parents in the castle? Maybe, you should change the time and place..."

Obviously, Peeves doesn't look like he wants to watch the fun quietly.

There were several trash cans full of waste paper floating in the air, and some erasers full of chalk dust.

"Oh, oh, oh, Miss Kaslana seems to be angry! It's horrible!"

Peeves excitedly circled in the air, waved his right hand in a bored way, and the battle props he had carefully prepared fell to the ground.

"We're friends, just kidding... The great Peeves is giving you a face, but I still think it'll be more interesting—"

"Hey, are you and Elena friends? Little guy."

At this moment, Benitez suddenly raised his head and looked at the strange little ghost who rambled with his legs crossed in the air.

"Friend?! The great Peeves is just admiring this guy for a while—"

Peeves retorted subconsciously as if his hair was blown up.

However, its voice suddenly stopped in the middle, like a duck whose throat was suddenly caught.

"You, can you see the great Peeves?!"

Peeves looked in disbelief at the middle-aged priest below who was looking at him.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly turned his head and roared at the unremarkable wall behind the crowd.

"Fat monk! Fat monk! Your companions are here, come out soon - oh my God, there really are monks who can know magic!"

"Ugh... Peeves..."

With a sigh, a chubby little monk-like ghost "squeezed" out from the wall next to him.

Peeves may be difficult to understand, and the clergy who can see ghosts are not necessarily magic monks, especially after the two worlds are separated.

He glanced at Benitez with a complicated look, his eyes slid over the man's bulging arm muscles, and said softly with some melancholy.

"Hello, sir—welcome to Hogwarts."

He used to be the same clergyman hundreds of years ago.

Until... the Inquisition found out that he had conjured a cask of fine wine for the thirsty poor...

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