The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"Eh? My future subordinate, are you here to see me?"

A short male ghost suddenly emerged from under the table and stopped in mid-air in front of him.

"Peeves?"

Ricardo opened his eyes wide, looking a little surprised at the ghost wearing a bright orange party hat and a swirling bow tie.

He had a grin on his broad, evil face, as if he was about to do something bad.

"Want some?" he said sweetly, handing him a bowl of moldy peanuts.

"You can actually lift real objects?" Ricardo said in surprise.

"Of course, don't you know?" Peeves was a little disappointed and didn't see Ricardo's disgusted look, "It seems you are really ignorant."

"I just remembered to ask about this thing," Ricardo laughed quickly, "If you think about it, a ghost can actually pick up real objects. This is simply a miracle."

"You're really boring..." Peeves didn't answer, took a deep breath, and yelled, "Hey, Myrtle!"

"Oh?—Oh, hello, Myrtle."

The ghost of a short, pudgy girl wafts over.Her face was melancholy and gloomy, half obscured by her long straight hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.

"What?" she asked with a sullen face.

"I don't know what to do," Ricardo spread his hands helplessly, "I'm glad to meet you, but Peeves found you."

Myrtle sniffed.

"My little assistant was just talking about you -" Peeves said slyly in Myrtle's ear.

"How come I don't know?" Ricardo had a question mark on his face.

Myrtle looked at Ricardo suspiciously.

"You're making fun of me." She said, tears falling quickly from her transparent little eyes.

"Waterfake???"

"Don't lie to me," Myrtle gasped, tears rolling down her cheeks as Peeves chuckled merrily behind her.

"Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Poor, sniveling, sullen Myrtle!"

"You left out the 'pimple-faced' one." Peeves whispered in her ear.

Moaning Myrtle suddenly burst into sobs sadly and ran out of the underground classroom.Peeves raced after her, pelting her with moldy peanuts and shouting, "Pimples on my face! Pimples on my face!"

"Well, this is Peeves' favorite thing to do," Sir Nicholas floated over from the group of ghosts. "He likes to play tricks on others."

"So...why can this guy pick up real objects?"

"He is a poltergeist, a psychic energy rather than an imprint of the dead," said Sir Nicholas. "The ghosts at Hogwarts acknowledge that Peeves is not one of them."

"So he's not a kind of ghost?" Ricardo thought thoughtfully, "Then what exactly is he?"

"I do not know then……"

"Theorists generally believe that the poltergeist is a spirit entity caused by subconscious actions - especially the subconscious actions of the oppressed. Hogwarts students have been under considerable pressure for thousands of years. It’s not surprising that Skin Ghost is a spiritual body that came into being like this.”

A cold voice came from behind Ricardo. Ricardo turned his head and found that it was the ghost covered in blood.

"So... this is a spirit body," Ricardo nodded, not surprised by his appearance. "It is a collection of consciousness. It is somewhat similar to Obscurus."

The Obscurus is a very dark energy body, and the Obscurials are usually wizards who have been abused or frightened, and they will attract dark energy.After the Obscurus is attracted, it will parasitize the Obscurus, but this energy is extremely difficult to control, and if you are not careful, it will explode like a time bomb.

"Yes," the ghost nodded, "but Obscurus belongs to the energy body, and Peeves belongs to the spirit body."

"What's the difference between energy body and spirit body?"

"There is a difference," Ghost said, "but this difference... I'm not very clear about it. Well, I only know this much."

After saying this, the ghost drifted away, leaving Ricardo standing there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"That's the ghost of Slytherin. We often call him Bloody Barrow," Sir Nicholas introduced him, "but we don't often look for him now... Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh?... Oh, I'm happy, so happy," Ricardo came back to his senses and said happily, "So many research bodies... Phew, it's the ancestors gathered together, this really makes me happy. "

"I think so too. The numbers are satisfactory," said Sir Nicholas proudly. "The crying widow has come all the way from Kent... Oh, my time to speak is almost up. I'd better go and talk to the band. Just a reminder..."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the band suddenly stopped playing.They and everyone in the underground classroom fell silent, looking around excitedly, and a hunting horn blew.

"Oh, no," said Sir Nicholas bitterly.

Twelve ghost horses suddenly ran out from the wall of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on top.All those attending the party applauded warmly.

Ricardo frowned, this... taking the spotlight?

"What kind of gang is this, Sir?" Ricardo asked Sir Nicholas. "It's just a bunch of bandits."

"Oh, this is the Headless Hunters I told you before," Sir Nicholas sighed, "I don't know why I am so happy."

Twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance floor, stopped suddenly, stood upright on their hind legs, and then kicked up their hind hooves to rush forward.

Immediately at the front was a large ghost with a bearded head tucked under his arm, blowing a horn.He jumped off the horse and raised his head high in the air so that he could look at everyone from above (everyone laughed); he strode towards the almost headless Nick, while carelessly lifting his head Stuff it into your neck.

"Nick!" he shouted. "How do you do? Is your head still there?" He laughed wildly and patted Sir Nicholas on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick," said Sir Nicholas stiffly.

"A living person!" Mr. Patrick saw Ricardo at a glance and jumped up high in pretend surprise, but his head fell off again (everyone burst into laughter).

"Very interesting," said Sir Nicholas grimly.

"Leave Nick alone!" Mr. Patrick's head yelled from the floor. "He's still upset that we didn't let him join the Hunters! But I want to say - look at this guy -"

"I think," Ricardo said, seeing Sir Nicholas' meaningful look and remembering what he had said, "Sir Nicholas is very scary, of course."

"Haha!" cried Mr. Patrick's head, "I guess he told you to say that!"

"No, sincerely," Ricardo said with a smile, "Imagine if you are a living person and a ghost comes into your room in the middle of the night and you are startled; then, his head suddenly falls off , you will be frightened again; then, the ghost will shake its head twice, but it will not fall off. Isn't this more scary than if your head is disconnected? "

"My head was taken off while I was alive, how can I still be powerful after I die?"

"After death, the light goes out. I don't think there is anything to fight for after death. It is understandable that he can't join some mindless team, but this is not the reason for you to suddenly barge in and ruin other people's banquets."