Harry Potter and the Wolf of the Eighth Floor

by Minas Morgul

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his sixth year, not knowing what hazardous attacks lie ahead in store for him. As he and his best friends, Ron and Hermione, journey through this ominous year, a myriad of surprises are conjured up for them to witness.

25. Uncle Gadzy Arrives

25 (Uncle Gadzy Arrives)

Finally, the warm light rays of January vaporized the morning dew on the windows, and soon reached the five boys' beds in their dormitory. However, none of them awoke at that point, not even Harry.

Then, out of a sudden, bursts, shrieks, cries, and shouts were filling their ears, vibrating them like a muggle drill. Harry jumped out of his bed, his fingers in his ears, tightly pushing in. He grabbed his glasses, put them on, and got out of bed. Meanwhile, Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville woke up, annoyed too.

"What's going---on?" asked a sleepy Neville, yawning.
"What's happening?" added Seamus, rubbing his ears.
Harry shook his head, "I don't know."
"Has Hagrid let in a Cockatoodle or what?" queried Ron, grinning.
Harry shout him funny looks, and then headed to the dormitory's door.

Quickly, the five boys opened the door, crept out, and raced downstairs, all wearing pyjamas.
"Hang on," interrupted Ron, "we can't just simply go out there in this state. Can't we put some clothes on?"
The four gave him significant looks, and got their wands out.
"Accio school-clothes!" shouted the five. Immediately, five black cloaks, five grey jumpers, five grey trousers, five white T-Shirts, five ties, and five black shoes zoomed down the stairs, reaching their owner's hands.

Five minutes later, the five were all dressed up.
"I wonder what it is," claimed Ron, mystified.
"We'll find out soon," added Harry hastily.

At once, they dashed through the door, ran out to the corridors to explore the source of those shrieks and shouts.
Minute after minute passed by, with nothing interesting happening. Until at last, Harry remembered one thing. Last night, when he and Hermione hang out together, they met Peeves on the way. He looked sad, and felt sorrow and grief. Surprisingly, the reason turned out to be the arrival of his Uncle Gadzy, the uncle who wanted to ground Peeves forever, by turning him to a Poltergeist, after being a joking human child.

"This is going to be funny," said Harry, smiling at the four.
With their ears wide open, and their eyes looking for any sign of movement, the four turned back to Harry, as if they just realized what he had just said.
"What?" asked Dean curiously.
"What fun do you mean by this, Harry?" asked Neville, focusing on Harry's answer.
"Well, last night, Hermione and I went for a walk outside the castle," began Harry, who was soon interrupted by Ron.
"What?" he asked impatiently. "You two get together, while I'm sleeping calmly in my bed?"
Harry nodded. Ron looked back at him, confused.
"Anyway, we met good old Peeves on the way, and he was in grief," explained Harry earnestly.
"Why?" asked Seamus, intrigued.
"I'm getting there Seamus, I'm getting there…well, he told us his story, the real one. You see, he used to be a human in youth," added Harry.
"He---what?" cried Neville in surprise.
"Lower your voice, will you?" said Harry; worried about if Neville woke up anyone yet.
"Sorry," apologized Neville, bashfully.
"So," Harry went on, laughing quietly as he remembered Peeves's state, "he used to ---still has---an uncle called Gadzy. One ritual of their family was to gather around the dinner table, and start eating. Afterwards, they would talk. On the other hand, Peeves didn't prefer talking; however, he loved joking."
The four sighed at those very words.
"So that's why he's the biggest clown anyone could wish for," added Dean, smiling.
"Unfortunately, his uncle, Gadzy, was completely bothered by his silly jokes. So, he thought of punishing him for a lifetime. Guess what he did? He turned him into a poltergeist!"
"Oh," said Neville calmly.
"But that was too harsh of him," proclaimed Ron, feeling sorry for Peeves for the first time in his entire life.
"And now, he's got a letter from his uncle. He said, cruelly, that he'd be coming to Hogwarts in a day, to observe Peeves's improvement of behaviour. Well, he hasn't improved much, has he?"
"No," replied the four of them, sadly.

A minute later, the source of noise came into clear earshot. Peeves, out of the kitchen, flew directly towards the Great Hall. Following him was an old man, with a grayish beard to the length of his waist. He also wore a twisted brown hat that had some sowed holes in it. Out of the corner of his mouth, was a long gold cigar.
His clothes were old, and too small to his size. His bare shins showed, and they were covered with bruises of the old days. Then, Harry thought he'd seen some old worn stick sticking out of one pocket, his wand… this, unmistakably, was Uncle Gadzy.

"Come back here you dirty dung pig! Come here you naughty rascal!" screamed the old squeaking voice of Uncle Gadzy.
"Whoa!" sighed Ron, from behind eight shoulders of the four boys in front of him. "He must be some kind of nutter!"
"You're right," laughed Harry, exhilarated by the sight of Uncle Gadzy chasing after the arrogant Peeves.
"Not in a million years, Uncle Gadzy!" shouted back Peeves, from a high altitude.
Catching his breath, Uncle Gadzy stared up at his nephew with anger.
"Peeves, you dirty scum," yelled Uncle Gadzy loudly, almost shaking the house-tables, "I'll have Dumbledore have your ungrateful little head!"

Harry caught a look of fright on Peeves's face, but it vanished momentarily.
"Go 'ead, do it if ya can," screamed Peeves, letting out a burst of laughs.
Uncle Gadzy gritted his teeth, and tightened his grips.
"If you don't come down this instant…"
"You're nothin' but a big fat liar, that's who you is!" shouted Harry, taking something out of his tiny jacket.
"Peeves, you insignificant little joking brat!" yelled Uncle Gadzy furiously, once more. "Come here or I'll…"
SPLASH! Three balloons loaded with sugar water fell on Uncle Gadzy's brown hat. Water was falling off the edges of the hat, soaking it with sugar and water. The sugar was transfigured to turn into boiling hot pepper. Uncle Gadzy was doomed now. Two sugar particles increased in size, turning into long reddish vegetables, hot peppers. They crept into his wrinkled eyelids, feeling like sunburn.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! STOP IT NOW! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS PEEVES, CURSE YOU!"
"That's for turnin' me into a poltergeist!" Peeves grasped another ball, but this time, it was full of wheat, and threw it at his uncle's face.

The five boys were absolutely amazed by Peeves's awesome revenge, which made them laugh their heads off.
"This is for comin' back 'ere, after all da years you left me alone!" And another, in fact even thicker, ball found its way to his face.

Now, Peeves was flying all over the place, celebrating his revenge. He let out laughs, and chuckles. He carried his uncle from his belt, lifted him high in the air. Uncle Gadzy was struggling to hold on to him, even though he had no flesh. Then, they reached the ceiling, and Peeves has almost dropped him, but...
"Accio Uncle Gadzy!" yelled Harry. He couldn't just let Peeves kill him that easily, although it was his most desperate desire and ambition.
Uncle Gadzy floated by in the air, and reached Harry and his friends, so weak. Meanwhile, Peeves gritted his teeth angrily, and left the Great Hall.
"Scourgify!" shouted Ron, cleaning the mess on his old clothes.
"Thanks for that," spoke Uncle Gadzy, as Harry and Ron had to lip-read his words.
"You're welcome," answered Harry proudly.
Uncle Gadzy stood up straight, his knees making cracking noises, and then shot Harry a strange look, sort of curious. Harry thought he'd seen his scar.
"You're…you're…no, I don't believe it!" muttered Uncle Gadzy, as though he saw a miracle.
"Yeah, he's Harry Potter," spoke Neville, and pointed to Harry.

Horrifyingly, the old man grasped Harry's hand, and shook it so vigorously that he almost broke the bones inside.
"It's my pleasure meeting you," added Uncle Gadzy, showing his uneven yellow teeth, covered with tobacco, as he smiled. An awful smell of someone who hasn't brushed his teeth for sixth months was released.
"Hello, nice to meet you too," said Harry, finally after letting his hand go, and covering his nose to avoid the foul smell.
"I see you've met my annoying joker nephew," mumbled Uncle Gadzy, as he inserted the cigar in his mouth again, smoking.
The five boys nodded.
"Has he been well behaved for all these years?"
"Well, to tell the truth sir," began Ron, "we've only been here for six years…"
"That's when I turned the pathetic dingbat into a poltergeist, at the age of six! And With this wand too!" he took out his old worn wand.
"Precisely," added Harry, "but we might say…no."
Uncle Gadzy's eyes rolled to the left, to gaze at Harry, unbelievably.
"No? Never in your life?"
"Not ever," claimed Dean, "we always call him master of disaster!"
"Master of d...d...disaster?" asked Uncle Gadzy, trembling, and his cigar shaking in his mouth.
"Yes," Seamus continued, "he's been the greatest source of nuisance one could ever get!"
Harry got a grimace, and swallowed a lump. He was terrified of the way Uncle Gadzy would react.
"Master of Disaster? Greatest source of nuisance? …he…he never changed?"
Slowly, and automatically, Harry shook his head.

Uncle Gadzy got a wild look on his worn face, as if he was living another old dinner time, in which Peeves was present.
"God! And I thought we straightened up some matters!" yowled Uncle Gadzy, and then marching off.
"Wait, sir," shouted Harry from behind, "where are you going?"
"I'll make Dumbledore see…twenty six years, that is…twenty six yeas my nephew took refuge in this huge castle, and never thought of improving his joking attitude!"
"Hang on, please," yelled Ron, while Seamus, Dean, and Neville followed him.
"I thought what he needed was a little bit of discipline, and thought that Dumbledore offered it. Ha! Clearly, he hasn't changed much!"
Although he was as old as Dumbledore, he staggered quickly, climbing up the stairs, heading to Professor Dumbledore's office.
Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were right behind him, catching their breaths difficulty.

There stood the golden gargoyle, that was the entrance to the Headmaster's office.
"Open up you big old hag!" screamed Uncle Gadzy, raging.
"It won't open up like that; there's a password," added Harry. However, Uncle Gadzy, too busy figuring out a way to get indoor, ignored Harry's advice.
Eventually, Uncle Gadzy ended up kicking the gargoyle with his torn boot.
"Aaaah, damn!" shouted Uncle Gadzy in pain; it was extremely painful to twist a toe.

Harry and his friends gladly watched Uncle Gadzy hop around in a circle on one foot, while the other was in his hands.
Moments later, the racket was sensed by Professor Dumbledore. He came down into their view.
"Is something wrong?" asked Professor Dumbledore calmly, straightening up his half-moon spectacles.
The five boys, speechless, pointed to Uncle Gadzy.
Professor Dumbledore let out a quiet laugh,
"Gadzy, my old friend. Twenty six years it has been…"
Slowly, Professor Dumbledore took out his wand, and healed Uncle Gadzy's hurt leg.
He placed his arm around his shoulder and went into his office, accompanied by the boys.

Kindly, Professor Dumbledore presented Uncle Gadzy with some warm tea.
"So, Gadzy my old friend, tell me…what brings you back to old Hogwarts?" asked Professor Dumbledore, beaming at him, and giving the five boys a wink.
"I'll tell you what brings me back here," said Uncle Gadzy, taking a sip of his warm tea, "it's about Peeves!"
"Calm down, old friend, there is no need to panic," said Dumbledore.
"Well, in this case, there is," Uncle Gadzy went on, "for heaven's sake Dumbledore! I've left him with you since he was a lousy six year old, and now he's a thirty two year old menace, and a master-of-disaster as your students informed me."
Professor Dumbledore turned his eyes to the five boys, seated on a long bench beside a bookshelf, and smiled.
"Is that what they told you?" asked Professor Dumbledore, pretending to be serious.
"You bet it is!" gasped Uncle Gadzy. "Really, his sense of humor hasn't suppressed for all these years. Pity my own brother, his father, liked him. He didn't have a clue how annoying Peeves was…he used to hang out with his freaky friends that had an idea of becoming clowns in the future! I bet you one hundred sickles that's where he got his awful jokes from!" He stuck his hand in his pocket, reaching for the money.
"Now now, Gadzy... there is no need for gambling," spoke Professor Dumbledore, delightfully,
"Eh?"
"What I'm trying to say," continued Professor Dumbledore, "is that although people have shown their negative personalities in public, they, too, have shown those that are positive."
"And what does that mean?" asked Uncle Gadzy impatiently, as Harry and Ron giggled quietly, behind their hands.
"It means that Peeves is one of those people," explained Dumbledore, " I do understand that you despite your nephew more than anything. But, Peeves became a member of the enormous family, here at Hogwarts."
"I'd throw him in a dustbin if I were you," gasped Uncle Gadzy, taking a quick sip of his tea.
"No Gadzy, my old friend," said Dumbledore earnestly, "it's true that Peeves has caused many problems here. But, on the other hand, look at the bright side."
"Whoever lives with that nutter finds darkness, not light," rejected Uncle Gadzy.
Professor Dumbledore shook his head.
"Only last year, he's been a great help, and happiness to all students, and teachers," spoke Professor Dumbledore, grinning at the angry old man.
By that, Harry and Ron knew what was in Dumbledore's head.
"He helped us get rid of a crazy strict woman, that old Cornelius Fudge sent from the Ministry of Magic, to teach the students. She was the biggest disaster. Luckily though, Ron's twin brothers here," Professor Dumbledore pointed to Ron, who suddenly stared at him, "made sure that Umbridge, that awful woman, would have hell of a life from him."
Uncle Gadzy giggled like a maniac, ironically.
"Still, he played jokes on her to finish her off, didn't he?" Uncle Gadzy was shaking his legs on the chair, and his eyes closed and opened as he laughed.
"Yes, at least…I think so," replied Professor Dumbledore uncertainly, looking at Harry, who nodded his head.
"See? He never changes!"
"Of course he won't," spoke Professor Dumbledore, strictly, "with you turning him into a poltergeist, and sending him here for twenty six years, in which you never cared until now to ask about him. That's what made him choose the wrong route. You're the reason, old Gadzy."
Harry, Ron, Dean, Neville, and Seamus looked at Dumbledore, his temper rising.
By those words, Uncle Gadzy was silenced.
"You five may leave, if you please," said Professor Dumbledore, "you've got classes today, you know."
Obediently, Harry, joined by Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus got up, and went out the door, descending on the gargoyle stairs.

As soon as the five reached the ground, Ron fell on the ground, uncontrolled, like a dying cockroach.
"What's the matter with you Ron?" asked Harry, staring at him.
Ron was rolling over the ground, letting out laughs and vague phrases.
"Did you hear him say 'I'd throw him in a dustbin if I were you'?"
Harry grinned at him.
Still laughing, unclearly, Ron said, "And did you hear him call Peeves a dingbat?"
Dean, Neville, and Seamus looked at the helpless Ron, and began laughing.
Harry thought carefully about Peeves and his uncle. No doubt, his uncle was far too harsh and strict on him. Just for having a rich sense of humour, it doesn't mean that it's bad…and yet, the young should respect the old. Maybe that was missing in Peeves's soul…discipline.
"He's really mean, though," added Harry, as he helped Ron up.
"Like we haven't noticed it yet," giggled Dean sarcastically.
"Yeah, he's really brutal and cruel," claimed Neville, tying his tie tightly.
Harry averted his eyes, and then glanced at his wristwatch.
"Come on guys, we've got to eat breakfast in a minute. Classes will begin instantly if we don't hurry up," said Harry.
Seamus and Dean looked at him strangely.
"I wonder why Dumbledore hasn't chose you as a prefect last year," wondered Seamus.
Harry grinned reluctantly.
"Well, honestly, I've been through loads of trouble," began Harry confidently, "and have rescued many of your innocent necks. However, Dumbledore thought I'd have enough responsibility going around without being made a prefect. So, that's why Ron was selected."
"Talking about the prefects," continued Ron, "what day is today?"
"Tuesday, why?" replied Harry, curious about this question.
At once, Ron held his hand to his forehead. It looked as though he got the sickness back.
"Is something wrong Ron?" asked Neville.
"God, I don't believe it!" snapped Ron.
"What's the matter?"
"Today's prefect duty," groaned Ron.
"And?"
"Hermione and I will have to go around the classes and inspect the students. McGonagall told us to do it," emphasized Ron.
"What's wrong with that?" asked Harry.
"Well, we were supposed to draw a chart containing all the students' names, houses, and the years they are in. Stupid me… I forgot!"
Dean and Neville chuckled.
"I'm not even worth being a prefect. There was never one time I remembered to do my prefect assignment!" grunted Ron angrily.
"Well, you should've been more responsible," commented Neville.
"Responsible?" muttered Ron. "I was sick, and then you saw me sleep!"
"Ok, don't bite our heads off," shrieked Seamus.

Still furious, raging, and angry, Ron left the four to meet Hermione in the common room. He fancied telling her about Uncle Gadzy, but preferred pleading to her to give him a copy of the chart.

"No Ron, no,"
"Hermione, please," begged Ron on his knees.
"I said no! You're supposed to be more caring about your future and duties!"
"Hermione, I was sick, and then went to bed," tittered Ron.
"There," gurgled Hermione, "you went to bed, rather than sacrificing a small version of time to draw the chart!"
Ron felt the tears coming.
"Hermione…please…for friendship's sake," pleaded Ron.
Hermione let out a groan, and stumped her foot.
"Why did Dumbledore even think about selecting you as a prefect?" mumbled Hermione, as she took out some parchment out of her bag.
"Here, happy?" cheered Hermione, grinning.
"Thanks!" giggled Ron happily, and got up to hug her.

He was holding tight on to her.
"Ok, Ron, let go," mouthed Hermione, grimacing.
"Oh, sorry," apologized Ron, "thanks for your help! See you in prefect duty!"
Hermione smiled at him, waved goodbye, and packed up her stuff.

Seconds later, the door of the Gryffindor Common Room sprang open, and in came Harry, joined by Dean, Seamus, and Neville.
"I was wondering where you guys were," collaborated Hermione, "I didn't hear any noise from your dormitory, so I figured out it was empty."
"Good thinking," complimented Harry, taking off his cloak and placing it on the armchair to dry up; it was soaked with sweat and moist from running.
"Where were you anyway?" asked Hermione again.
The four looked at each other, giggling.
"You tell her Harry," ordered Seamus.
Harry denied, "It's a long story."
"I'd like to hear it," exclaimed Hermione, waiting for an answer.
"Allright," replied Harry, exhausted, "at dawn, we heard a loud racket coming from downstairs. We were curious, so we went out to see who made that noise."
"And then?" asked Hermione irritably.
"We found out that it was Peeves, galloping away from his uncle," continued Harry.
"His uncle?" asked Hermione, and then had a memory of the past come by. "But of course, his Uncle Gadzy arrived!"
"That's it, that's the story," concluded Harry.
"A few more details please; this isn't enough. Tell me, what happened after that?" asked Hermione.
Harry pulled his head back onto the armchair, and started to breathe deeply.
"His uncle Gadzy chased him all the way to the Great Hall. Peeves threw some sugar-water balls on him at first, and then balls of wheat. Gadzy was a terrible mess. After that, Peeves tried to murder him, by dropping him from he ceiling; however, I summoned him down in the right time. Peeves got angry, and flew away. Then, Gadzy asked us if Peeves's behaviour has improved for the past twenty-six years he's left him here. Unluckily, we replied negatively, and told him that he hasn't. Later on, he got mad. He was directly going to Dumbledore's office, and we went with him, chasing him like a cat would chase a rat. The two had a little conversation, and then Dumbledore asked us to leave. There, is this enough?"
Hermione nodded in agreement.
"Fascinating story," implied Hermione, "someone should write an article about this in the Daily Prophet…just for fun."
"Yeah sure," whispered Dean and Seamus.
Harry, starving from running all the way to the Great Hall, then to Professor Dumbledore's office, then back again to his common room, heard noises from his stomach.
"Let's go for breakfast," suggested Harry, hungry, "I bet Ron's already headed us there."
"Actually, he did. That's after I gave him a copy of the chart he forgot to draw for our prefect duty today," pointed out Hermione.
"Thanks for helping Ron," acknowledged Harry.
"Don't mention it. If it hadn't been for me, you two would fail every year," hollered Hermione.
Harry gave her sort of an evil grin.
"And if it hadn't been for me, you two would've been eaten by a basilisk, empty souls by dementors, and dead bodies by the attacks of the Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries," claimed Harry proudly.
"I see," squabbled Hermione softly.

Three minutes afterwards, Harry, Hermione, Seamus, Neville, and Dean marched off to the Great Hall, to have their breakfast.
They met some students on the way, which were complaining about a loud racket they heard this morning (Peeves's shouts). Among them, was greedy, cunning, and pale Draco Malfoy.
"Hey Potter! Potter!" roared Malfoy from afar, coming closer.
"Yes?" answered Harry, still walking down the stairs.
"Heard that noise at dawn Potter?"
"Yes, so?"
"Might've thought it was a Death Eater on the loose," barked Malfoy, laughing.
"Just ignore him Harry," whispered Hermione into his left ear.
"And what are you doing here, Granger?" asked Malfoy, rudely.
"Well," began Hermione, walking into his shadow, "it doesn't matter what I'm doing here, does it? Because it's none of your business."
Malfoy raised his eyebrows impatiently at her.
"Manners Granger, or I'll have to report you,"
Hermione tightened her grip.
"Go ahead, I'd like to see you try, you foul and evil slug!" roared Hermione.
Harry, Dean, Seamus, and Neville were all impressed with how Hermione began to stick up to her enemies and arch-rivals in the past years…especially in third year, when she slapped Malfoy and threatened to put a curse on him with her own wand.
Malfoy became quiet. He gave her an evil look, and then slowly backed away with his cronies.
"That took care of him," mumbled Hermione.
"Good job," complimented Hermione, "you won't be needing us next time you decide to pick up a fight."
"Do you think that girls can't stand up for themselves, and fight for their rights?" asked Hermione, smiling at him.
"No, of course I don't think…"
"Then give a girl a chance to prove her strength," lisped Hermione. "Never mind that now, I'm starving. Let's go."
Without any word, Harry joined them to breakfast.

As always, the Great Hall was lighted with fire and the bright morning sun. The four house-tables were full of students who were either eating or chatting.
Over by the teachers' table, Professor McGonagall oddly seated Professor Dumbledore's seat. Snape and the other teachers, including Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, Sinistra, and Sprout sat down on either side.
"What's McGonagall doing on Dumbledore's chair?" choked Ron on his piece of sausage.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore's probably at work in the Ministry or still at his office," answered Harry.
Hermione half-disagreed, "He's probably at work."
"Yeah, but why is she sitting on his chair?" argued Ron.
"Forgotten something, prefect boy?" chuckled Hermione. "Professor McGonagall is Deputy Headmistress; that's why she's currently seated on his chair."
"Oh," croaked Ron, understanding what she meant.

Harry looked around the Great Hall, which was deep in conversation. He wondered when it's going to be quiet again. He wondered when the attacks would proceed. He was anxious about what dark events would happen in the next few months. There hasn't been anything yet, except a flock of crows turning the whole castle and grounds into a trash bin, a rampaging giant that destroyed and ruined the Quidditch pitch, a huge talking crow that warned him about more attacks that would happen soon, and nothing else that he recalled. And suddenly, he remembered the vivid image of the mysterious room located in the eighth floor of the castle. The dementors…the cold sensation…the enormous wolf…the flash of green light…
But Harry had already gone through this. He didn't want to worry about it. Maybe he still does. He still thought about Firenze's explanation, which was incomplete. He didn't complete the theory he had about Harry's dream, because he was too afraid of what would happen to his mind…devastated. Harry sometimes became so angry about Firenze, that he wouldn't even say 'hello' whenever they met.

A raging roar interrupted the deep conversations in the Great Hall.
"Peeves, you slimy git, come back here!" this, again, was Uncle Gadzy.
Heads and eyes turned to look at the uncle and the nephew. So that's what made the noise at dawn…
Professor Dumbledore was right behind Uncle Gadzy, calling on him to stop barking at Peeves.
"Calm down, my friend. Don't be a spoiled model to our students," commented Professor Dumbledore.
"I don't care about those bloody students," growled Uncle Gadzy, eyeing every wild eye in the Great Hall. "I want that piece of dung to return with me. I'll teach him some manners."
"Catch me if ya can, you lose'!" yelled Peeves, from above hundreds of heads.
"I'll get you back if it's the last thing I do," murmured Uncle Gadzy, taking out his wand.
"What's he doing?" asked Ron, shooting the mad man a closer look.
"Aha, I'll get you now, you dirty dog!" yelled Uncle Gadzy gladly.
"Whoa!" wailed Harry. "He hates him more than I hate Voldemort!"
Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Ginny, who were nearby, winced at the sound of the name.
Uncle Gadzy showed the students his awfully wicked smile, and pointed his wand upwards.
"A little bit of magic would do the trick," he began, "Accio Peeves!"
At once, the famous poltergeist of Hogwarts was being transferred downwards, as if an electric vacuum would suck him in straight away.
"NOOOOOOO!" shrieked Peeves as he came closer to his uncle.
Uncle Gadzy had a jar in his hand. He took of the lid, and Peeves went in it. Poor Peeves was trapped inside there.
"I'd like to see you get out of here you…plague!" said Uncle Gadzy joyfully.
"Now Gadzy, don't be ridiculous," informed Professor Dumbledore, gazing at the stuck Peeves, which has been noticed by everyone in the Great Hall, young or old, tall or short.
"Ridiculous? You must be kidding, Dumbledore! This is the only way to put a few manners and discipline into him," claimed Uncle Gadzy, grinning wickedly at Peeves, who had his body parts all over each other.
"Gadzy, you must understand," began Professor Dumbledore politely, "if you continue ordering him around like he was a maid of some kind, he will only grow more vicious, and develop more hatred to you. You see, the more you force him to do things he doesn't want to do, the more arrogant and disobedient he becomes."
"Disobedient and arrogant, huh?" barked Uncle Gadzy. "Well, in that case, I'll turn him back into a human, and lock him up in his room."
"That's even worse, my friend," spoke Dumbledore, "let him be natural. Do not force him to become cruel and mean."
Uncle Gadzy's wicked smile vanished at once, as he felt a portion of remorse.
"But…Dumbledore, he's worse than you can possibly imagine! He has to behave!"
"Then teach him kindly. Be a father he never had. Treat him kindly, but don't be harsh," advised Dumbledore.
"No," shouted Peeves from inside the jar, "I don' wanna go with him. I hate him!"
"SHUT UP YOU TWISTED HAG!" roared Uncle Gadzy.
"See?" began Professor Dumbledore. "You got used to this strict rude behaviour. It may take a long time to change that. So, how about leaving us for another twenty-six years, practise behaving nicely, and talking gently to people, and then finally come back to take your nephew?"
Uncle Gadzy's face became very red.
Laughs, giggles, and chuckles were heard from every corner of the Great Hall. Students were on the floor, laughing.
Uncle Gadzy was very embarrassed.
"See how you made me lose face you ungrateful dirty dingbat?" whispered Uncle Gadzy angrily to Peeves.
Finally, he opened the lid, and Peeves was once again free and released.
"See you in twen'y-six years!" laughed Peeves, and headed to the third floor.
Uncle Gadzy gritted his teeth, and wished that he could murder him with his own bare hands. However, shortly after that, he packed up his luggage, and left the castle.
Everyone was applauding for Peeves, even though he was far away in the third floor. They did hate him sometimes for playing pranks and jokes on them, but they certainly didn't want him to leave.
"I'll write to Fred and George about this," said Ron, writing himself a note on a piece of parchment. "They'll be thrilled!"