This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

For fifth-year students, the OWLs exam is the heaviest lock.

The lock was opened, but the results were not released. Except for some people who were worried about their results, everyone else began to enjoy themselves.

There were no classes, no final exams, no homework, and the professors basically didn't care. The OWLs that had been weighing on them for a whole year were over. What else could they say? Just keep playing music and dancing!

Dido was one of these students. As a fifth-year Gryffindor, he had been holding back for too long. If he hadn't considered staying in school for another two years, he would have wanted to tear up his books and notes and throw them out of the classroom to relax. Fifth year was too hard...

'What should I do this afternoon? Should I try to date Sheila? Or go to the Black Lake to play cards with them? Or borrow... Merlin's beard! '

He suddenly found that there were seven or eight people standing in the corridor, singing in uncoordinated voices.

"Peeves is a stupid elf, short and fat. Grab its head and block its mouth. When his whole body starts to shimmer, he will scream. Kick him and let him fly away. He is a stupid elf. Yes, that's right. Grab its head, block its mouth and kick him and let him fly away!"

'It sounds like that nursery rhyme... No, what do they want to do? '

The familiar tune made Dido stunned for a moment (Mother Goose nursery rhyme - I am a little teapot), and then he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Damn, seventh-grade bastards, if you want to fight with Peeves, you should tell me first!

Cursing in his mouth, he rushed downstairs directly - don't splatter blood on me!

Sure enough, when he rushed to the stairs at a high speed, Peeves appeared with his unique smirk. Dido ran and cursed, and found that Peeves took out a ridiculous number of dung bombs and threw them at those guys.

'Don't enter that special state again, otherwise you're done for today! ’

Although his mind told him to run, his Gryffindor nature made him stop at the stairs. After he had put on the Bubblehead Charm, Dido found that those people had put on the Bubblehead Charm on him almost instantly, and his robes were changed into raincoats.

‘I’ll also get one, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll use Transfiguration…’

This idea suddenly popped up in his mind. Dido thought about it and thought it was feasible, and then he rushed to the lounge at a high speed. The holiday was good, but it seemed interesting to play tricks on Peeves…

Anyway, he was idle these days, so at most he could go to the hospital and lie down for a few days, which was better than regretting it later!

In less than ten minutes, Dido, who was fully equipped, rushed out of the lounge with the Bubblehead Charm, and the two people who stayed in the dormitory came out with him.

“Hurry up, hurry up!”

The roommates were even more anxious than Dido, and they didn’t even put on their raincoats properly. The Armor Charm was very difficult to learn, but this thing was easy.

“Third floor!”

Several people rushed over excitedly, and indeed found the legendary bowler Peeves and his target.

"Get ready!"

However, the roommate who was running in front had just raised his wand when he was hit by a silent flash of light. The wand almost instantly slipped out of his hand and fell into the hands of the unfriendly seventh grade.

"You can participate, but if anyone dares to cast a spell, be careful I'll beat them up!"

What else can we do if we don't cast a spell! We are wizards who have graduated from the fifth grade, not baboons waving their fists!

But this obviously can't be said to the seventh grade who are about to graduate. Several people had to lower their heads obediently, think about it and choose to join - if they don't want to cast a spell, then don't cast a spell, and see what the seventh grade can do.

But the result was not pleasant - the seventh grade routine was... let it smash.

Until Peeves's dung bombs were used up, the tune that scolded it did not stop. If there was any new idea, it was that the tune had gone through several versions and became a tune imitating Mary Had a Little Lamb, in which Peeves had a stupid brain.

The lost Peeves looked at the other students, screamed and left, and didn't know where to get something.

"Success, continue to provoke, it's best to pull it firmly to this level, of course, make sure there will be no accidental interruptions on other levels! Don't clean it up, don't let it notice that we need to take responsibility!"

The seventh grade said something that Dido didn't understand, which made Dido, who was just following them to avoid, quite dissatisfied-so you just want to make Peeves tired?

But curiosity overcame dissatisfaction, and Dido finally did not choose to leave, and his roommate made the same choice as him.

About five minutes, or even shorter, the angry Peeves came with another bag of dung bombs-these students even sang with the bubble head curse, just hiding for a while.

Soon, another bag of dung bombs was consumed.

After about three rounds, Peeves, who had thrown away all the dung bombs, left and never returned.

At this moment, the corridor was already a mess, but Dido clearly saw that the students around him were not disappointed, but full of joy.

"It works, it works! Shout to others!"

They cheered-in a way that Dido couldn't understand at all.

But soon everyone figured out a little clue.

Because most of the seventh graders had joined in, everyone was madly provoking and mocking Peeves, but they were determined not to take action.

Occasionally, a lower grade student who wanted to sneak in would take action, but would be directly controlled and warned to leave - in this state, Peeves could only throw countless dung bombs and then leave amid mockery.

All light and movable objects were moved by these students and hidden in the common rooms of each family this weekend - brooms, chalks, mops, and even trash cans were cleaned up.

During the long confinement, they had long been familiar with every aspect of the castle - the only weapon left for Peeves was the dung bomb.

It's not that there are no cheaper and less powerful weapons, but the dung bomb is one of the weapons that Peeves uses for pranks with the highest priority - they don't want to weaken Peeves' aggressiveness, but to make Peeves bored.

That's right, repeated prank props, and no positive feedback - this is the twins' plan.

It is known that Peeves will become stronger as they are attacked. After multiple speculations, there is a new conclusion that the stronger the prank, the stronger Peeves - what about the opposite?

It is meaningless to simply clear the inventory - as long as Peeves wants, he can even dismantle the table in the house and make it into a prank prop, but there are dung bombs?

If everything goes as expected, when it gets tired and the power of the prank fades, will it be so weak that it can't dismantle those large objects?

But the conditions of the plan are limited - even if it starts in the afternoon, it must be finished before dinner in the cafeteria, because the things in the cafeteria cannot be cleaned up, and the teachers and students of other grades must also eat there, which is the most fatal weakness.

But the sense of powerlessness brought by repeated pranks without feedback is stronger than many people imagine - around four o'clock in the afternoon, Peeves, with a disappointed face, threw the last dung bomb under the mocking song, and then ran away screaming.