A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 19 Peeves’ Prank

"There is a little treasure behind this painting. Peeves will never tell anyone..."

Owen pushed aside an oil painting of a drunken lady. The woman in the painting screamed and slid to the ground. She sat there crying and feeling sorry for herself. The wall behind the painting was hollowed out and there were some broken porcelain pieces piled inside.

and a pile of rotten waste paper, covered with dusty spider silk.

It was probably left by a little wizard a long time ago, and it has no use value now.

"Oh, they were broken into pieces by Peeves on the day they were hidden by the baby. The poor baby was crying..."

Owen put the painting back in its place, ignored the portrait of the lady who looked at him like a betrayed man, and continued to move forward.

Peeves followed him shamelessly, sometimes going to heaven and earth, and sometimes a big face suddenly appeared from behind the wall, with a smile and a bit of flattery.

"There is a secret passage hidden nearby that only Peeves knows. He is only willing to exchange a secret with others..."

In a corridor on the fourth floor of the castle, Peeves said with a smile.

Owen looked around, nodded thoughtfully, and made a mark on his newly drawn map.

"He disappeared. He probably died somewhere. Peeves never cared about the kid after graduation!" Peeves said with a playful smile on his face.

"You must be overthinking, George."

Owen shook his head and made a mark on the map when he passed a statue of a one-eyed witch. He remembered that there was a secret passage leading to Hogsmeade hidden behind the statue.

Turning a corner with brisk steps, several evil curses passed through the position where he was just now and hit the wall. Owen glanced at Peeves, whose face was full of laughter, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his steps stopped abruptly.

He flicked his finger and flew the fake flower bomb into the air: "Then I will use this to show friendship."

How could the Gryffindor students tolerate this? This was no longer a provocation, this was a kick in the ass! The other party was blocking the entrance to their lounge and killing them!

For a moment, everyone was filled with indignation, and their scorching gazes seemed to burn a hole in the robe on Owen's back.

Glancing at the snickering expression on the face of Peeves, who was flying beside him, and the triumphant expression of a successful prank, Owen knew that this guy did it on purpose. Peeves' nature is to like to tease people, and with a funny

It's impossible to keep him submissive secretly, but Owen's original intention is not to subdue him.

"Quack, quack—run!" Peeves screamed and chased after him, his armor clanging along the way.

Then he turned into the corridor on the other side and walked around the prize display room. It was filled with crystal glass cabinets displaying prizes. The trophies, shields, medals and statues placed inside shone with silver and gold.

Owen also saw a trophy for special contribution to the school fifty years ago, and the name on it was T. M. Riddle.

"Stop if you can!" the angry little wizards shouted while chasing.

Owen put away the map and pen in his hands very quickly, and it seemed as if he disappeared out of thin air. He turned his head and smiled brightly at everyone, and then ran away like a rabbit.

Owen couldn't help coughing a few times and looked at the ghost standing upside down in the air with strange eyes. No, he was not interested in Voldemort's underwear at all!

Also, you saying this so loudly makes me feel like our death is imminent.

The Peeves next to him snickered and snatched the books from their hands, threw the pages into the sky, lifted up the carpet under his feet, pulled it over everyone's heads, or suddenly disappeared and disappeared from view.

It comes out of the air, grabs someone's nose and spins it around.

"Hurry up!" The situation before them made them instinctively think that Owen had rushed through the corridor.

Peeves opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue tightly to the roof of his mouth. He struggled to open and close his mouth, but no movement came out. He covered his throat with both hands and crawled into the wall with a panicked expression.

"It depends on the situation, we can be bribed." The twins said with a wink.

"No, I mean, why doesn't your stomach hurt?"

After hearing the footsteps outside, Owen opened the curtains and walked slowly out of the corridor not far behind everyone, embarking on his original path.

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched. He really wasn't looking for trouble, but Peeves was obviously a walking troublemaker. But seeing how much fun they were having, Owen had no intention of stopping or explaining. He just wanted to make trouble.

He lowered his head and wrote and drew on the map, then turned and walked away.

The twins looked at each other, winked wildly at each other, and did not choose to take action. They just watched Owen's figure Shi Shiran walk away.

The faces of a pair of twins appeared in front of Irving, with extremely bright red hair and identical playful expressions on their faces. The two of them joked with each other for a few words, and then looked at Irving together: "Hi, say

Tell me, why does Peeves listen to you?"

"Peeves knows that this little brat has done the boss's thing," Peeves smiled evilly and leaned over, "All it takes is a little secret. Peeves can tell you all about the color of his favorite underwear..."

A person was running in front, and a group of people were chasing behind him, and some people even secretly pulled out their wands. At this time, it was useless to explain anything. A large group of young wizards who were stunned by anger couldn't listen to anything.

Well, it turns out that this guy was also kept in the dark. Owen almost really thought that Peeves knew everything.

Owen hid behind the curtain at the entrance to the corridor, listening to the messy footsteps passing by one after another, playing with his wand in his hand, and glanced at Peeves with a smile on his face, who only stuck his head out of the wall.

"If he really listened to me, I wouldn't be chased now." Owen shrugged and said with a smile, "What, are you trying to arrest me?"

On the eighth floor of the castle, Owen came to the Room of Requirement for the first time, but did not choose to go in. He also passed by the door of the Gryffindor common room, where the Gryffindor students who were constantly coming and going were curious and confused.

Under his alert eyes, Owen showed an elegant and polite smile to show his friendliness.

"Catch that Slytherin! He's the one who brought Peeves to cause trouble!" Ron Weasley shouted angrily after being pulled by Peeves until his nose turned red.

Peeves' black eyes, which were always full of malice, were darting around at this moment. There was no need to guess. Owen knew that this guy definitely wanted to remind others of his position.

"In that case..." Owen's hands separated at a touch, and the wand in his hand disappeared instantly, replaced by a white plastic tulip.

"Fred, don't tell me that you put the experimental aunt's potion in my drink..."

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat." Owen muttered softly.

"Ahem, do you know what he did after graduation?" Owen walked out of the trophy display room calmly.

It was like pouring a bowl of water into a pot of hot oil. The crowd exploded in an instant, with screams and shouts coming one after another. People were running around in panic or annoyance. Peeves was like a rat crossing the street, everyone yelling and beating him.

, but no one could hit him, but he made him even more embarrassed.

Why are you standing still? Want to have a vigorous spell battle? Come on, no matter whether you win or lose, it will be thankless, and there is a high probability that you will be deducted points and put in solitary confinement for violating school rules... Although Owen likes to have fun, he himself does not want to change

Cheng Lezi.

The Gryffindor students huffed and puffed as they turned into the corridor and watched the curtains at the end of the corridor fluttering, as if someone had just passed by and the wind blew the curtains.

"Hey, good job. George, your stomach hurts at the right time."

After saying that, Owen walked past the two of them with a cheerful smile and walked deeper into the corridor.

The fake flowers that fell to the ground made a muffled sound, and after a burst of white smoke, a white strip of cloth appeared under the flowers, with a simple smiley face drawn on it with a red pen.

"Is this transfiguration? No, it should be some kind of Muggle mechanism..."

"Hey, this guy isn't boring."

The twins leaned in front of the artificial flowers, leaning their heads against each other and murmuring.

(End of chapter)