Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 31 Peeves Playing Games
Walking through long corridors one after another, the huge Hogwarts castle is a bit incompetent to accommodate so many students. The castle that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, or even tens of thousands of people, has a lot of spare rooms.

Because of this, the road from the dormitory to the dining room is not short, at least for Gryffindor students.

The little wizards, who were full of food and drink, had already started to feel sleepy. They yawned and followed Percy's footsteps up one level after another, passing through many corridors full of portraits.

The little wizards weren't even surprised when Percy led them twice through the door hidden behind the slide barrier and the hanging curtain, and the little energy he had left was gradually worn down in the walk for an unknown amount of time. Exhausted.

Suddenly, the crowd stopped, Percy frowned and stared at the air ahead, where there was a bundle of walking sticks floating in the air, the little wizards who hadn't stopped the car stumbled and huddled together, and many of them accidentally fell down up.

"It's Peeves." Percy explained to the little wizards, and then watched in astonishment as Ron passed him and came to the front of the line.

"What are you doing?"

Percy scratched his head in confusion. Both he and the twins had told Ron Peeves about the existence of Peeves, but unlike what the twins said: a good prankster, Percy, like everyone else in the school, was interested in Peeves. Skin Ghost had a very headache.

"Hee hee hee hee~~~"

A high-pitched voice rose from the air, and a funny imp in a pointed hat appeared out of nowhere.

"It's the kid from the Weasley family again, why is there a savage this time, there are so many freaks in your Weasley family! Hehehe~"

Peeves grinned strangely with his big mouth, and floated cross-legged in the air, his hands tightly grasping the bundle of walking sticks that he didn't know where he came from.

"Little devil in the first grade, do you want to play a game with Uncle Peeves!"

Peeves threw away the bundle of walking sticks. If the sticks flying in the sky hit someone, it would be very painful.

"Okay, let's play."

Ron touched the wand on his back, then held it tightly in his hand, and tied a stick flower.

"I've wanted to try it for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rush of air blew his hair.

There is no chanting of spells, just pure release of magic power. This is the most primitive and wasteful way of using magic power that Ron has explored. The turbulent magic power that is invisible to the naked eye is wrapped around the wand. If the magic power can be absorbed See, then this stick has been attached with a layer of explosive flames.

Only ten cards of magic power can release the Light Curse ten times. The magic power consumed when bathing the Sorting Hat before has now recovered, and it can only last ten seconds of magic power, so Ron cannot waste time.

"playing what?"

Ron's answer stunned Peeves. He had never heard such an answer from a student before. Such a rare thing made Peeves' narrowed eyes widen.

But Ron, who didn't intend to talk nonsense at all, stepped on the wall when Peeves was in a daze, and leaped two meters into the air. On the raised right hand, the iron birch wand had completed charging.

"Of course it's baseball!"

"Shua~" sounded through the air, and the magic wand pulled out a vague afterimage in the air, and the rounded stick hit Peeves' small face plate with lightning speed.

"Pfft~~~~~~"

A prolonged fart sound was extremely harsh, and Peeves, who was hit by Ron with a stick covered in magic wand, exploded in the air with an astonishing speed, back and forth on the walls, floors, and ceilings The bouncing Peeves is like a clone, and the afterimage left by the rapid movement records what is presented on his face at the moment: unbelievable, unimaginable, so cool (crossed out), how dare you, hit Uncle Peeves, wait for the emoji pictures.

"You~give~I~wait~wait~"

Peeves' screams gradually faded away, and disappeared in the long corridor after a while.

"Fuck!" Percy, who seldom swears in order to maintain the prefect's image, broke his defense at this moment.

"Nice job, Ron!"

Before the boiling blood brought by the red song had not completely dissipated, Percy swayed with his arm around Ron's shoulder.

"So fucking cool! Great work!"

"How did you do it?" Then he asked curiously.

"Fred told me that Peeves is not the same as a ghost. He has a body and can be hit by spells, so I tried it, and it seems to work well!"

Ron was grinning with his waist down, which was really exciting.

Percy, who was very satisfied with his brother, nodded proudly, but then he turned to the little wizards of the first grade and said, "Don't be like Ron, Peeves is not so easy to deal with, if you see him ,must be careful."

"Slytherin's ghost, Bloody Barrow is the only existence that Peeves fears. If it doesn't work, let the school ghost help spread the word and let Bloody Barrow deal with Peeves."

"And what about the other one?" asked one of the little wizards to Percy.

"Of course it's Headmaster Dumbledore. Peeves doesn't even listen to us prefects, let alone you, except for being afraid of Dumbledore and the bloody Barrow, he listens to half a sentence of other professors at most."

"Okay, the dormitory will be here soon, right in front."

At the end of the corridor hung a portrait of a full height, with a very rich woman in a pink dress.

"Password?" the fat woman asked.

"Dragon slag." Percy replied: "She is the fat lady. She is in charge of the gate of the Gryffindor dormitory. Don't forget the password. Every time it is changed, the prefect will announce it in the common room. Remember it gone."

"Okay, come in now."

Percy was the first to climb in through the hole in the wall left by the fat lady's portrait, and a spacious lounge filled with a large circle of soft armchairs appeared in front of everyone, with a blazing bonfire crackling, The warmth conveyed made the drowsy little wizards' eyelids twitch.

Most of the seniors were back in their common rooms, as sleepy as the freshmen, but at a table by the campfire the twins were whispering to a burly boy.

Percy sent the girls to their dormitories first, and then led the boys into another door. Just as Ron was about to go up the spiral staircase, Fred and George grabbed Ron.

"We have business to talk to dear Ron, but mainly Ron and Wood."

Fred pointed to the tall, stocky boy. Percy hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Don't spoil Ron!" He said sternly, "Otherwise I will write to my mother and she told me specifically, do you understand?"

"Oh my God, Percy."

George spread his hands exaggeratedly and shrugged.

"Mommy will let Ron kick our asses and kick us off this tower, we're your brothers, you're so cruel."

"Okay, okay, we're going to talk about Quidditch, my prefect brother~"

Fred smoothed things off with a tease, shoved Percy up the stairs in a few moments, and pulled Ron into a chair.

"Take over, Ron!"

"Inherit one-half of our glory."

"Become beater on the heroic, invincible Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"George and I want to buy, you know, business is very important, so we plan to take turns as substitutes, and you can help us take a position."

"Let me introduce, this is Wood, the captain of our team, the talented goalkeeper, Oliver Wood, who is in the fifth grade this year."

"Nice to meet you."

Wood stretched out his hand, but the expression on his face was not happy at all. He looked at Ron carefully with hesitation and doubt.

(End of this chapter)