Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Peeves first eliminated the two colleges downstairs.

The entrance to the Slytherin common room is very hidden, even Peeves can't find it, and Hufflepuff's entrance has a special defense mechanism, and the sour smell makes Peeves afraid to get close.

Then everything will become clear.

Peeves let out a weird laugh of "Hey hey hey", hid his figure, took the wand he picked up, and headed towards the tower, where there were the common rooms of the two colleges.

It requires careful thought over which one to choose.

The distraught Harry wandered in front of the broken wooden door. Finally, he decided to go to the trophy display room to look for it. Although he might encounter Filch or even be caught by him, now he has an invisibility cloak!

However, when he first stepped into the armor corridor, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"Oh, my God!" Harry opened his mouth wide and looked at the remains of armor on the ground. "What happened here? Who did it?"

After swallowing, Harry walked carefully into the armor corridor, trying to find the reason why the armor was broken, but obviously, he found nothing.

After all, his name is not Sherlock Potter, nor can he be called Harry Holmes. He is Harry Potter, a wizard and not a detective.

After swallowing, Harry continued walking forward. When he saw the dust on the floor and the empty display cabinets, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"Yes, we must leave quickly. If Filch comes here..." Harry thought, his feet tilted and he fell to the ground.

Fall flat.

"Hiss!" Huge pain swept through his mind, and Harry almost cried out, "It hurts!"

He couldn't help but touch his ankle, "Ah!" He couldn't help shouting, tears rushing out in a flash, it hurt so much!

It was as if the bones were neatly broken in the middle, and the weight of the body brought an unimaginable blow to the ankles. In the quiet space, the "clicking" sound of the bones made the whole teeth sore.

Harry hissed and took in a breath of cold air, but never dared to touch it with his hands.

Harry slowly got up from the ground and stamped his right foot. It didn't seem to hurt that much?

However, as the sole of the foot comes into contact with the ground.

"Hiss!" Harry felt his eyes go dark, and countless black circles appeared in front of his eyes. He didn't know how long it would be before he could see the world again.

Looking at the rapidly swelling ankle, Harry felt like crying.

How do I get out of here!

If Filch saw it, it would be really hard to explain!

Sybill Trelawney was a very poor witch. How poor was she?

Her divination props are of inferior quality.

Tea leaves, crystal balls, candles, teacups, etc.

Yes, she even bought leftover candles.

She is too poor.

As for why the heir to the famous Trelawny family is so poor, this is probably a curse from the Sun God!

The salary at Hogwarts is actually not much, and the professors all have their own side jobs.

Professor Snape takes orders all year round to make high-level potions for others; Professor Sprout's artificially cultivated herbs have always been a hot seller on the market; Professor McGonagall is a visiting professor in several Transfiguration magazines; the little man F. Professor Levi is the lifelong referee of the wizard dueling arena; Professor Sinister provides accurate reports on the relative positions and motion trajectories of celestial bodies for the astrology classroom all year round.

Even Hagrid occasionally trades the furs of Forbidden Forest animals with people.

Taking a closer look, it seems that only Miss Trelawney is a hard-working professor who earns a dead salary, which is why she can only afford second-hand goods.

Poor!

Once again lamenting her poor situation, Sybill Trelawney took out a deck of playing cards. This was probably the only thing she had that was not second-hand. Even the tea leaves were leftover after someone else bought tea. of.

Then, the magic stick lady took a breath of cold air.

Pulling up the quilt and covering her head, Sybill Trelawney was stunned and said, "Merlin on top! The ghosts are rioting and the castle is exploding! This is much scarier than Two-Face."

With garbled words in her mouth, Trelawney closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Anyway, as long as the principal is here, I have nothing to fear!

She hypnotized herself so much.

"Hey! You damn fat man! Open the door for me!" Peeves' voice echoed in the corridor on the eighth floor, his tone full of malice.

The fat lady opened her eyes drowsily, "Who, who said I'm fat? I'm just plump!"

Probably because she was a little drunk, the fat lady's tongue was numb, and her words were messy and illogical, "Peeves? Ask for a password to enter! The password is Peeves? Oh! This is impossible! Merlin, Peeves It’s so annoying!”

"Damn it! You damn woman! You damn fat bitch! What nonsense are you talking about!" Peeves jumped to his feet in anger, "Apologise! I am Lord Peeves!"

"Kekekekeke..." The fat lady's laughter smelled of alcohol, "Peeves? Sir? Kekekeke..."

As if she heard something ridiculous, the fat lady smiled and bent over, "Oh, this is the funniest joke I have ever heard..."

"Damn it! How dare you laugh at Lord Peeves!" Peeves was angry and waved his wand.

Seeing its movements, the fat lady who didn't realize the seriousness of the problem could not stop laughing, "Do you think just picking up a stick can be a magic wand? Let me tell you, you are still far away... Ah!!!" "

A ray of white light hit the Fat Lady, and the terrible pain made her wake up from her drunken state in an instant, "You...Peeves...that's a wand...no! Why do you have this curse!"

It was obviously just a painting without a body, but the Fat Lady felt endless pain.

It was a terrible pain that caused the soul to be torn apart. In a daze, the Fat Lady felt that even the pain before death and becoming the person in the painting could not be more unbearable than this.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" the shrill soprano echoed in the corridor. If it were normal times, there might be an oil painting who ran out angrily and scolded the fat lady, but then realized something was wrong.

However, it's a pity.

Today is Christmas.

The oil painters happily held a grand banquet, and every painting was drunk until they died. Even if I heard the Fat Lady's scream, I just thought she was showing off her soprano voice again.

"Hehehehehe, Peeves is the smartest." Peeves said with a smile, "That boy, I know, he only has malice in his heart. He applied for a professorship and was rejected, so he talked down to the things in the kitchen. Use this."

It looked at the Fat Lady triumphantly, "How's it going? Isn't Peeves the smartest! He learned it after just watching it once!"