HP Magic Biography

Passing through gates lined with statues of winged boars, the car made its way up a steep incline, shaking dangerously in the ensuing gust of wind.

Leaning against the window, Harry could see Hogwarts approaching, its many lighted windows gleaming behind the thick rain curtains.

A thunderbolt flashed across the sky as their car stopped in front of the great oaken door leading into the castle by a flight of stone steps.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville jumped out of the car and hurried up the steps. They did not raise their heads until they were safely through the gate and in the vestibule with its ornate marble staircase where the torches were lit.

Damn it, said Ron, shaking the rain off his head, if it rains like this again, the gully will fill up, and I'll be soaked to the bone—ahhh!

A large water-filled red balloon fell from the roof onto Ron's head and burst.

Wet and dripping, Ron staggered to Harry's side just as the second water bomb landed - nearly hitting Hermione, and it exploded at Harry's feet in cold, shallow water. Everyone around him screamed and pushed each other to flee the scene.

Harry looked up to see Peeves floating 20 feet above them, a diminutive ghost in a hat with bells and an orange bow tie, and when he took aim again, his evil face was too dark. Focused and deformed.

Peves! cried an angry voice, Peves, come down now!

Vice-Headmaster and Head of Gryffindor Professor McGonagall hurried in from the hall, she slipped on the wet floor, grabbed Hermione by the collar to keep from slipping again.

Hermione's body shook slightly, she was a little unsteady, and as soon as she moved her hands forward, a horrified meow sounded as she advanced.

Harry quickly grabbed Hermione's arm.

uh, the arm...

Ouch!—sorry, Miss Granger, and . . . your cat . . .

It's okay, Professor. Hermione rubbed her throat and gasped.

Oh no, wait, you said, cat?

I just saw him fly out of the window, said Professor McGonagall.

It flew out. Hermione exclaimed.

Fortunately, this is only the first floor of the castle, but it's still raining outside...

Peves, come down now! cried Professor McGonagall, straightening her polka-dotted hat and glaring upward through square-rimmed glasses.

Nothing! Peeves giggled as he dropped a water bomb at several fifth-year girls, who dived into the hall screaming. They're soaked already, aren't they? Little ones! Huh...! He aimed another bomb at a group of second graders who had just arrived.

I'm calling the Headmaster! roared Professor McGonagall. I'm warning you, Peeves.

Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw his last water bomb in the air, and landed abruptly on the marble steps, giggling like a maniac.

Hey, keep going! Professor McGonagall snapped at the panicked students. Come on, get into the hall!

Quick, let's get Fan Lin back. Hermione said, she turned around and was about to run outside the castle, and then a drenched kitten walked in, clinging to the wall.

Oh, bad. Hermione said, Maybe you two can take Fan Lin to change clothes...

Hermione couldn't help but hug the cat, which was covered in fur all over her body.

Looks like you threw him in the puddle, said Harry.

Does anyone have towels?

Perhaps with a cloak...

No, no need... Fan Lin said, All you see is hair, my clothes are fine.

Fan Lin changed back, everyone just felt a blur in front of their eyes...

Where did your clothes go? Harry asked.

It's not that difficult to make a piece of clothing disappear and reappear if you can structure yourself.

As Fan Lin said, his hair was wet and stuck to his head, as if he had been licked by something.

If Professor McGonagall sees it, he will definitely praise you. Harry said that students who have a deep understanding of Transfiguration can always be praised by Professor McGonagall.

This is not a difficult task, but... Before that, who can tell me where Peeves is, I think it needs to experience this feeling.

Anyone who suddenly falls into the cold water in the warm dreamland will not feel good...

Moreover, who knows where Hermione got so much strength, the position just now was two meters away from the window on the wall...

He's a ghost...

Believe me, I can do it. Fan Lin said angrily, maybe he could use magic power to wash Peeves repeatedly, or fix him, and then throw him under the black lake. The body still plays a big role, and they like to sing very much.

I have to interrupt. If you are delaying, the dinner party is about to start, and our clothes...

Just let it go. Fan Lin said, I can pump out some of the water, but it's just not dripping.

That's pretty good. Hermione said, the wet clothes made the girl feel very uncomfortable.

Okay, but it's just a little cold. Fan Lin said, some faint blue light appeared on his hand, and then a translucent water ball gradually emerged in Fan Lin's palm.

Ron, your clothes are faded. Fan Lin said, the water at the end of the link to Ron was faintly mixed with black.

...

The hall was as splendid as it used to be, newly decorated for the opening ceremony, golden plates and goblets glistened in the light of hundreds of candles floating in mid-air, and four long tables were filled. Students gossiping, and at the top of the hall, staff sit at a fifth table, facing their students.

It's much warmer here!

Harry,

Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione slipped in through the double doors on the right.

They passed Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and sat far down the hall with the rest of the Gryffindors, near a nearly headless Nick, all pearly white. , translucent, wearing his usual tight robes tonight, tied in a knot that serves the dual purpose of giving a particularly festive look and keeping his head from dangling too much around his partially severed neck. sharp.

It's a good decision for Derm, and it helps make Nick seem a little more normal, but a ghost isn't a very normal thing in itself.

Take Myrtle, for example. This ghost is too skinny.

Good evening. He smiled at them.