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"Don't tell me?" Lin Mo raised his voice: "I think you are bragging, Peeves. You must not have seen Professor Snape. Peeves only talks big words, and all the ghosts laugh at him!"

"Ha, little Slytherin learns very quickly, but I'm not bragging," Peeves stepped on Lin Mo's head with his open-toed boots: "I even saw a slug just in front of the black light.

What rocks are the dean and the bad-tempered dean talking about together?"

In front of the black light, it should be before curfew and lights out. Dean Slug and Dean Grumpy didn't have to think twice to know that they were Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. The time and characters matched, and Peeves did not tell lies.

"What kind of rocks? Tell me where they went, and I'll put in a good word for you at Senior Barrow's place."

"I can tell you, but..." Peeves' eyes rolled around a few times: "You have to help me, help me get this red-nosed old man out of the painting, and I'll tell you, Dean Slug.

Where are you and Grumpy Dean?"

The old wizard with a red nose in the painting is still busy trying to remove the red paint from the furniture and carpets. His philosophical thinking is obviously ineffective in cleaning, and he seems to have forgotten that he is a wizard who can use cleaning spells.

"Okay, no problem." Lin Mo said decisively.

There is only half a room in this painting. It is not difficult to pour the red-nosed old wizard out of the painting. Although he doesn't know how he provoked Peeves, Lin Mo has no choice in this situation. Besides, the "red-nosed philosopher"

The previous series of statements such as "yours is more important than mine" and the like also make it difficult for people to sympathize with him.

"You grab this side, I'll grab this side, and when I count one, two, three, I'll start shaking." Peeves grabbed a corner of the frame.

Lin Mo followed and grabbed the other side.

"Hey! What are you going to do?" The red-nosed old wizard seemed to realize that he was in a bad situation:

"I'm going to complain to the Scroll Society at Hogwarts! You damn troublemaker and you ungrateful little Slytherin! Don't even think about kicking me out of my own house!"

As he spoke, he hugged the sofa in the room, not caring about the red paint on it.

"Ahem, it doesn't matter which painting you stay in anyway. Your importance may not really be important to you." Lin Mo muttered and shook the frame with Peeves.

Not to mention, this painting is really not light, no wonder Peeves can't shake it.

Soon, as the swing became larger and larger, the room in the painting began to shake obviously. The furniture began to shift like an earthquake. Some small decorations placed on the cabinets fell to the ground with a splash. Although the red

The philosopher on Bi Tou was still struggling to hold the sofa, but the sofa began to tilt to one side.

"Hey! You can't"

Before he finished speaking, his voice fell silent: the room was finally shaken to a ninety-degree tilt, and everything that could slide on the floor fell out of the screen. The old wizard with a red nose also fell out of the screen. Who knows where he fell?

I hope it's not the bad-tempered fire dragon painting on the fourth floor that likes to sleep. Otherwise, he would probably suffer a lot if he fell in at this time.

"Can you please stop, Peeves?"

"Oh, of course," Peeves drawled.

"What are you going to do?!" Lin Mo was wary, but just when the frame was swinging to its highest point, Peeves suddenly pulled the frame out, and the heavy frame suddenly detached from the wall. Lin Mo couldn't stand it.

The weight quickly let go, and the heavy picture fell down. The metal frame hit the floor with a deafening bang.

The sound of "bang, bang" could be heard throughout the castle.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!" Almost at the same time, Peeves was shouting at the top of his lungs. He stepped on the painting a few times while shouting: "Slytherin's little magic thief stayed up late at night and caused trouble.

The picture has been destroyed! Someone is coming!!!”

"Quiet! Peeves!" Lin Mo didn't panic: "As long as you calm down, I will give you a fun book."

"What's so fun about books?"

"My book is very interesting." Lin Mo calmly took out an old book from his bag, which looked strange under the faint fluorescent light: "But you have to promise to return it to me, and you can't take it with you.

Out of my sight.”

"Go on!" He threw the old book out.

"Ha! Idiot! I don't promise anything!" Peeves caught the old book and copied it in his hand before turning around and running away.

"Erle, Erle, Slytherin's little fool, you are so stupid for throwing a book at me!"

"You know where to find me, Madam Pomfrey's treatment room where I rest at night." Lin Mo said lightly, watching Peeves drift away and disappear into the dark corridor.

He glanced at the picture on the ground, paused with his wand, and used the floating spell to hang it back on the wall. The old wizard who fell out was still missing, and only an empty room filled with red paint remained in the picture.

It's not a good place to stay for a long time. It would be quite troublesome to be caught by Filch when the professors are missing.

He doesn't have time to deal with the administrator now.

He lowered his head and checked the communication device. The two patrolling stealth machines had captured Filch's figure. He was walking from the stairs on the right, carrying the night light, and Mrs. Norris was following at his feet.

Lin Mo turned around and left to the left.

Returning from the cellar to the treatment room went quite smoothly, and it was not too late. Those students who had let themselves go after the exam week had not yet reached the point where they needed to come to the treatment room (but that may not be the case after a while, who knows)

The Weasley brothers would cause something at a Gryffindor party).

Madam Pomfrey was also resting next door and didn't notice Lin Mo who returned late.

He stopped at the door of the treatment room.

It didn't take long before Peeves flew over from the darkness crying.

"You lied to me! This is not a fun book at all. Insidious little Slytherin, this is obviously a monster! It bit my finger!"

The curse of the book monster is indeed strange enough to bite the ghost-like guy Peeves.

"Well... you ran away before I had time to tell you, but you can't blame me." Lin Mo looked calm.

"Get it away!" Peeves shook his arm hard, but the book monster's mouth was like a pliers clamped on his fingers. No matter how hard he struggled, he wouldn't let go. He couldn't even get into the wall.

Your fingers will get stuck on the outside of the wall.

Of course, the Bookworm's all-conquering fangs couldn't bite Peeves's finger off, so he was a natural match.

"You can take it away, and only I can do it, but you have to tell me where Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall are first."

"I don't know, I lied to you before!" Peeves was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. The monster biting his finger seemed to become more terrifying after getting close to Lin Mo. There were two bumps on his back.

As if to grow wings: "Get it away quickly!"

"But you said they were talking about rocks."

"What I heard, I was walking through a wall in front of the black light, and heard Dean Grumpy and Dean Slug on the other side of the wall saying that the rocks might be dangerous, but by the time I floated out of the wall, they had already

Gone! In the name of a prank, what I said is true!"