Snakes at Hogwarts

"It's Peeves"

"Peeves is in the back corridor," Harry explained, breathing heavily.

...

After knowing the whereabouts of the little snakes, let's take a look at the strength placed on Harry's group.

They didn't even linger in the trophy room.

After moving their numb limbs that were tied up, several people left the showroom in dejection.

As a loser, is there a better choice?

Whether they are humans or other animals, the only thing the losers in the group can do is to find a deserted corner to lick their wounds.

Speaking of which, the Potters really want to thank Mrs. Norris. If it hadn't suddenly appeared, I don't know if these Gryffindors would have left any unforgettable psychological shadow.

They also heard the noise of the little snakes not far away, and the getting closer sound made Harry and his party speed up their pace.

Merlin's socks, they were already unlucky. If they were caught by Filch, then this night would be really unlucky.

Harry had been depressed along the way. He was so easily defeated and humiliated by Malfoy that the savior was deeply hit. He never thought that the gap between the two people was so big.

After defeating Draco in the flying lesson, and not being punished by Professor McGonagall for not following the rules but instead being selected as the Seeker of the Gryffindor team, Harry was inevitably a little complacent.

In a simpler word, he swelled.

However, what happened tonight was like a bucket of cold water pouring on the savior's head, making him suddenly wake up.

"If that guy Lobach hadn't sneaked up on me, I would have given Malfoy a good beating." Ron was still complaining angrily to the two of them.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit, before my fist hit Malfoy in the face."

Ron made a gesture in mid-air with his thumb and index finger, but probably no one in the dark corridor could see clearly how far he made a gesture except himself.

"What happened just now?" Harry asked, he still hadn't figured out why Ron lost.

"I saw that the difference between your fist and Malfoy was at most a few centimeters, and then what happened?"

"I feel like my hand hit an invisible wall. Damn it, it's still swollen." Ron stretched out his right hand, and several of his knuckles were still red and swollen.

"It hurts me so much, it's all because of that damn Andros Lobacher" Ron cursed loudly at Andros, who was the referee of the duel.

"If he hadn't used that damn spell, I would have beaten Malfoy to tears. I know he would have turned towards that Malfoy guy. There is no good person in Slytherin."

"What spell is that? Why have I never seen it in school books?" Harry asked.

"That should be the Iron Armor Curse." Neville said with some uncertainty.

"Uncle Algie once mentioned this curse to me. The effect of this curse is to build an invisible barrier to resist the attack of the curse. It is a very clever curse."

"Uncle Algie also told me that not everyone has mastered this spell. Only the elite Aurors can use this spell to resist the opponent's attack."

At this point, Neville's voice slowly dropped. He was obviously remembering some unbearable past events, but Ron and Harry did not notice the depressed boy.

The former was still criticizing Andros, but after a while, he began to question the fairness of the game.

As for the latter, Neville's words caused the savior's originally fragile mind to bear a new blow.

Why are there such big differences between people?

While they were still racking their brains about what to do with the homework assigned by their professors, the guy in the same grade as them was actually able to skillfully use the spells that only Aurors can use.

At this moment, the sound of Andros and the others pushing their armor to stop Filch could be heard in the distance.

"Hehehe, they must have met Filch, they will definitely be caught by that old guy." Ron said happily.

"What I want to see most now is to see all the emeralds in Slytherin's hourglass being drained the next morning."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, he heard the spherical handle of a door next to him rattle, and then, something unknown what he said jumped out of a classroom in front of them.

It was a small man with a ghost-like pearly white body. He was wearing a brightly colored coat and an orange bow tie around his neck. Looking up, he saw a big mouth and a pair of small black eyes. Sliding with an evil light.

"Something interesting happened to the little devil who was gloating about his misfortune. Please tell Uncle Peeves."

Damn it, it's Peeves

This being, who is even more special than a ghost, wears a hat studded with bells, which makes bursts of noise every time he shakes his head.Like his name, Peeves' voice always has a certain sound to it, as if

"Look what little devils I found who were up and wandering around the castle in the middle of the night," Peeves said loudly in a high-pitched voice. He jumped up and down in the air, blocking the path of Harry and his party.

"If you are naughty, you will be arrested."

"Shhh, keep it down, Peeves. Please, as long as you don't betray us, no one will know." Harry begged.

Peeves rolled his small eyes and looked at Potter and the others in amusement.

"You should tell Filch, you should," he said pretending to be serious.

"This is for your own good, understand?"

"Get out of here, Peeves." Ron walked up angrily and gestured with his fist at Peeves.

He wanted to scare Peeves, but this guy with a wrong brain didn't think carefully about whether Peeves could be scared.

This backfired almost immediately.

"Students don't sleep. Students don't sleep in the corridor of the Charms classroom." While jumping up and down and shouting loudly, Peeves pushed the armor on both sides to the ground, making it impossible for them to pass through the corridor.

...

"You don't need to tell me, I can hear it." Listening to Peeves' shouting not far away, Andros yelled at Harry angrily.

They had just gotten rid of Filch, but they didn't expect that the road ahead was blocked by Peeves again.

Just as Andros was thinking about how to escape Filch's pursuit, Pansy asked in a conspiratorial tone.

"Ender, are my hands easy to touch?"

Only then did Andros realize that he had been holding Pansy's little hand tightly since he started running away, and he hadn't let go until now.

He was so frightened that he quickly let go of the girl's little hand.

"I, I didn't mean it. You didn't react at the time." Andros stammered in explanation.

The girl just snorted coldly. She rubbed her wrist and didn't say much.

But the blush that had not subsided on her face still more or less exposed the little girl's psychological activities, but no one paid attention to it.

"What should we do now? Filch will search room by room. We will be discovered sooner or later." Squatting on the ground, Zabini rubbed his hair frantically, trying to come up with a solution.

"There is one last way."

"any solution"

"Let's go to that corridor."

"What did you say"