Spell Players at Hogwarts

"Why isn't there Tom Riddle's name?"

"He couldn't have been expelled, but it's a pity..." Marietta said with regret, "I got into a fight with the senior on the first day of school. Although I won, it must have violated Hogwarts rules. Are there school rules?"

On the long table in Ravenclaw, perhaps because of the privileges of freshmen, Qiu and several new Ravenclaw freshmen sat neatly in the center of the long table.

The words discussed by the first-year students naturally fell into the ears of all Hogwarts people.

After all, there are too many keywords.

New students, fights, breaking school rules?

There are many little wizards who don't know yet, but they can't stand the fact that everyone around them is watching the whole process of the Amway train movement.

For a moment, the Hogwarts Great Hall became noisy, and almost everyone was looking forward to the name that was once on the trophy.

Tom Riddle!

If he wasn't expelled, he must be a Gryffindor, right?

Charlie patted his chest and confirmed that his little cousin should belong to the Gryffindor faction by blood, not to mention that he also subdued that stupid gorilla Marcus with one move.

"I guess we don't have to wait any longer!"

Professor McGonagall rolled up the admission list and held it in her hand, "The new students have completed the entrance ceremony, and the opening banquet has been delayed for a long time."

"Then I think they might not mind waiting a little longer." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's been a long time since we had such an interesting entrance ceremony, right?"

"Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall seemed to be unable to believe her ears, "The whole of Hogwarts is waiting for those two bastards?"

"They just ran into some minor trouble, maybe...oh, no, it looks like they're going to fix it."

Dumbledore said quietly, with a relaxed expression and what I said was the correct temperament...

"So, you know where they are?"

"It's coming!"

At the same time, on the lower floor of Hogwarts Castle, the sound of chaotic footsteps continued to echo in the empty castle.

"Ha, two little wizards who sneaked out, a stupid little badger, and a stupid lion who has not been sorted..."

A translucent short and fat ghost suddenly jumped out from one side of the wall. The gray-white body looked like a clown in the circus in silent movies. If you ignore the chalk in his hand...

"So, you are a candy, little fat man!"

Lynch said angrily. After realizing that they had missed the freshman team, the two people hurriedly backed out of the kitchen.

However, before he could reach the stairs, Lynch met a guy he absolutely didn't want to meet.

In Hogwarts, all people and ghosts should be gathering in the auditorium at this time, but if a ghost can only play pranks and does not belong to any college, then such an identity that even dogs despise can naturally only wander in the corridors to vent. own anger.

According to the first Hogwarts Ghost Law, Peeves has no right to enter the Great Hall.

In the past few years, Peeves would let off steam in the castle, and then the house elves would scrub him diligently.

But now...

"Go away, Peeves, don't make me..."

Before Cedric could finish his words, a blue chalk tip focused mercilessly on Cedric's forehead.

"Ha, the student was disobedient, sneaked into the kitchen, and wandered around the castle!"

Peeves screamed frantically, his duck-like voice echoing throughout the entire negative level.

"Shut up, Peeves, and get out of my way!" Lynch took out his wand. As we all know, being caught by Peeves is definitely a troublesome thing at Hogwarts, and Cedric also Trying to reason with Peeves?

"What you screamed is really unpleasant!" Lynch didn't beep too much, and a bunch of red sparks were thrown out.

"Run!"

Lynch grabbed Cedric and tried to break through Peeves' blockade.

But Peeves can obviously hit more than Marcus. Although Lynch's magic spark hit Peeves, there was no magic effect, and the pure beam only made Peeves' body shake!

"The disobedient students are on the ground floor... they can't hear them anyway!" Peeves smiled, and then the chalk tip was thrown out of Peeves' hand like a violent storm. What's even worse is that, thanks to Peeves' blessing, the speed and power of these chalk heads far exceed the effect of throwing them.

Before the two of them could rush out a few steps, the bullet-like chalk made them retreat to the corner of the corridor with bright faces.

And Peeves didn't take advantage of the victory. As long as he held the stairs, these two people would never be able to rush through. He didn't participate in the sorting ceremony. That was definitely a big problem, right?

"What should I do? It hurts too much from his beating!" Cedric rubbed his colorful forehead, and the original black wizard robe became extremely beautiful.

"What can you do?"

"According to common sense, Peeves' interest generally does not last too long." Cedric pointed his wand at their clothes.

"Usually when Mr. Filch comes or he gets bored, Peeves looks for other entertainment."

"But, will Mr. Filch patrol the castle at this time?" Lynch's eyes widened, unable to believe that these were words that could only be said by a little genius at Hogwarts.

"If they notice you're not here...clean it up."

"Oh, thank you, but isn't this worse?" Lynch shook his robe. Fortunately, he used his robe to protect his face. Anyway, he didn't dare to use the cleaning spell on himself.

"Probably." Cedric curled his lips, "Anyway, Peeves has no intention of letting us go."

"Then, do you know how to do that...wadivasi or something?"

"A salvo of ten thousand bullets? No!"

Cedric answered simply.

"Is this the little genius at Hogwarts?"

Lynch gave Cedric a disgusted look, "Do you need me to help you clean it with a cleaning spell?"

"No need, I don't want to be your experiment." Cedric refused without hesitation. Since Lynch didn't do it himself, Cedric vaguely understood what was going on.

"Then we have only one option left."

"Break in?"

"Isn't there a shortcut?"

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"Okay, then the only way is to break in, but...remember when we were on the train?" Lynch raised his eyebrows, recalling how he fought against Flint's curse.

"As long as we knock him down, he has a physical body, right?"

"That's true, but...it hurts when he hits someone."

"So at this time, we need a pair of armor!"

On both sides of the corridor, the idle armored men secretly moved their joints that were about to get rusty.

This ruthless Rowena!