Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

Stone followed them, and when he couldn't see anything clearly...

"vomit--"

A strong sound of vomiting came over, and Ron in front covered his nose and bent down, retching something.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked loudly.

"You'll find out when you come here and take a look..." Harry said.

This undoubtedly aroused Stone's curiosity, and he quickened his pace and ran over.

The long table was also covered with black velvet. Before I saw the specific food, a rotten smell mixed with burnt food came over.

Then Hermione quickly blocked Stone's nose.

For a long time, except for her eyes, all of Stone's senses were extremely sensitive, and she knew this.

They looked at the food on the table together.

Beautiful silver plates were filled with chunks of rotting meat, and black, charred cakes were placed on the trays. In addition, there are also lamb tripe stuffed with maggots, cheese that is moldy and has green hair...

Stone didn't smell it, but just looking at it made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

"Let's go." Hermione said in a low voice while holding her breath, "This is so disgusting."

"Uh-huh!"

While nodding, Harry picked up Ron, who was retching, and walked back quickly with Stone.

At this time, a short male ghost emerged from under the table and floated in the air in front of them.

"Hello, Peeves," Harry said cautiously.

Stone didn't know much about Peeves, except that he liked to play pranks, but because the Ravenclaw students around him had never been teased, he didn't know the details.

Upon closer inspection, Stone noticed the difference.

Other ghosts are milky white and almost transparent, but this Peeves is not. He wears a bright orange party hat and a rotating bow tie, as if he was specially dressed for this party.

It's strange, wouldn't the ghost's clothes always remain the same as when he died? Even if he can put on clothes on the outside, the inside is transparent, but he seems to have a physical body.

Instantly, Stone's desire to investigate arose in his heart.

He didn't understand Peeves, and Peeves certainly didn't understand him either.

Ravenclaw students always study in a disciplined manner, and it is difficult for him to find opportunities to tease them. In addition, they are recognized as smart, and Peeves is also afraid of retaliation.

Now that they met face to face, I saw the eyes that made the ghost uncomfortable.

But...it's hard for a ghost to give up this kind of opportunity.

With blinking eyes, Peeves floated in front of Hermione and handed out a bowl of peanuts covered with mold, "Would you like some?"

"no thank you."

"I heard you talking about poor Myrtle." Peeves flew back some distance, his eyes flickering, and shouted: "Hey! Myrtle!"

"Oh, no, don't tell her what I said, she will be very sad." Hermione whispered urgently, "I was just joking, I don't mind her doing that... Oh, Hello, Myrtle.”

The ghost of a short, fat girl floated over, with a melancholy and gloomy face.

"What?" Myrtle asked grimly.

"Hello, Myrtle~"

Although he couldn't see it, Stone could hear the unintentional and pretended joy in her voice, which was quite interesting.

"It's nice to see you outside the bathroom," Hermione continued.

"Miss Granger was talking about you just now -" Peeves floated to Myrtle's ear and said with a grin.

"I said - you look so beautiful tonight." Hermione stammered, glaring at Peeves.

After looking at Hermione suspiciously for a while, Myrtle's tears fell softly:

"You're making fun of me!"

"No, I really, really said you look beautiful tonight." Hermione rubbed Stone's cheek with her hand, "If you don't believe me, ask him, he is from Ravenclaw."

In fact, differences between colleges did not mean honesty, and Hermione was in a panic.

However, these words really frightened Myrtle. She held back her tears and looked at Stone suspiciously, "Really?"

"Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-" Stone made a vague sound as Hermione rubbed his cheek.

Hanging Hermione's legs around his waist, he freed his hand to press Hermione's crotch.

Then, regardless of the hints in the eyes of several people, he said:

"In fact, we didn't say anything like that."

After hearing these words, Myrtle's tears began to fall again, and Stone quickly continued:

"What do you think of Harry's appearance?"

"Ok?"

The irrelevant words attracted Myrtle's attention, and she suddenly moved in front of Harry, their noses almost touching.

After looking at it curiously for a while, Myrtle nodded, a trace of shyness appearing on her pale and transparent cheeks:

"Well, it's beautiful."

"Then you are good-looking."

"Huh?" Myrtle flew in front of Stone again, but because Hermione's arm was blocking her, she couldn't eat Stone's tofu smoothly.

She didn't care and continued to ask: "Why do you say that?"

"You have similar facial features. Among the people I know, you are second only to Fred and George." Stone looked around and then glanced at Hermione. "Don't you think so?"

"Well - a little bit." Hermione nodded.

"It's very similar," Ron said, observing them.

"Does that mean - I'm beautiful?" Myrtle happily floated to Harry's side, even digging her feet into the floor in order to stay at the same height as him.

"What do you think?" Stone asked.

"I think I am beautiful!" cried Myrtle.

"Then you are beautiful." Stone shrugged, "You think so yourself, why do you care what other people think."

"Yes! You are right!" Myrtle shouted and started to flutter in the classroom, then passed through the ceiling and flew to who knows where.

"..." Harry rubbed his nose in fear.

"Awesome." Ron clapped his hands and praised.

However, Hermione was unhappy. She broke away from Stone's hand and gently pinched his cheek:

"Tell me, how many girls have you deceived using this trick before?"

"Never before. You are my first love. That kiss was truly my first kiss."

"Oh?" Harry and Ron both looked at the two of them with interest.

"!!!" Hermione's ears suddenly turned red. She immediately buried herself in Stone's shoulders, hugged his neck, and covered her cheeks with her arms.

Faceless!