A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 19 Peeves' Mischief

"There's a little treasure behind this painting that Peeves never tells anyone..."

Owen pushed aside an oil painting of a drunken lady, who slid to the floor with a scream and sat there weeping and feeling sorry for herself.The wall behind the portrait had been hollowed out, and inside was a pile of broken china and rotting paper, covered with dusty cobwebs.

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

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

Owen put the painting back in its original place, ignored the portrait of the noble lady who was staring at him like a heartbroken man, and continued walking.

Peeves followed him with a stern face, sometimes going up into the sky, sometimes suddenly a big face appeared from behind the wall, with a smiling expression and a bit of flattery.

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

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

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

Then he turned into the corridor on the other side and walked around the prize showroom.It was filled with crystal glass cases displaying prizes, trophies, shields, medals and statues shimmering with silver and gold.Owen also saw a trophy for a special contribution to the school 50 years ago, and the name on it was TM Riddle.

"Peves knows that this little brat has done the boss's job," Peeves approached with a sly smile, "Just a little secret, Peeves can tell you his favorite underwear color..."

Owen couldn't help coughing a few times, looking strangely at the ghost standing upside down in the air.No, he wasn't interested in Voldemort's underpants at all!
Also, the fact that you say that so loudly makes me think we're dying.

"Hey, do you know what he did after graduation?" Owen walked out of the prize showroom calmly.

"It disappeared, probably died somewhere. Peeves never cared about the head of the kid after graduation!" Peeves said with a playful smile.

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

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 behind the statue.

On the eighth floor of the castle, Owen came to the Room of Requirement for the first time, but he didn't choose to go inside.He also passed by the door of the Gryffindor common room. Under the curious and alert eyes of the Gryffindor students who were constantly coming and going, Owen showed an elegant and polite smile to show his friendliness.

The Peeves next to them snatched the books in their hands with a shrill smile, threw the pages into the sky, lifted the carpet under their feet, and pulled it over everyone's heads, or suddenly disappeared and then came from It popped out of the air, grabbed someone by the nose and spun around.

It was like pouring a bowl of water into a pot of hot oil, and the crowd exploded instantly, screaming and shouting one after another, and people ran around in panic or annoyance.Everyone yelled to beat Peeves like a mouse crossing the street, but no one could beat him, and he made him even more embarrassed.

The corner of Owen's mouth twitched. He really didn't come here to find trouble, but Peeves was clearly a walking troublemaker.But seeing them having so much fun, Owen had no intention of stopping or explaining. He just lowered his head and wrote and drew on the map, then turned and walked away.

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

"Catch that Slytherin! He's the one who brought Peeves to make trouble!" Ron Weasley, whose nose was red from being grabbed by Peeves, shouted angrily.

How can the students of Gryffindor bear it?This is no longer a provocation, this is kicking the pavilion!The other party is blocking the door of their lounge to kill!
For a moment, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and their burning eyes seemed to burn a hole in the back of Owen's robe.

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

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

"Stop if you have the ability!" The angry little wizards chased and shouted.

What are you doing standing still?Want to have a vigorous spell battle?Come on, winning or losing is thankless, and there is a high probability that points will be deducted and confinement for violating school rules... Although Owen likes to watch fun, he doesn't want to be a fun himself.

Glancing at the snickering expression on the face of Peeves flying beside him, as well as the triumphant expression of a successful prank, Owen knew that this guy did it on purpose.Peeves' nature is to tease people, and it is impossible to make him subdue with an interesting secret, but Owen's original intention is not to subdue him.

Turning a corner briskly, several jinxes hit the wall through where he was just now.Owen glanced at the laughing Peeves, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

The Gryffindor students whirled into this corridor, watching the curtains at the end of the corridor fluttering and fluttering, as if someone had just passed by there, and the wind blowing the curtains.

"Hurry up!" The situation in front of them made them instinctively think that Owen had already rushed through this corridor.

Owen hid behind the curtain at the entrance of 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 head just sticking his head out of the wall.

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

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

Peeves opened his mouth wide, and pressed his tongue tightly against the roof.He tried his best to open and close his mouth, but he couldn't make any movement. He covered his throat with his hands, and got into the wall in panic.

After hearing the sound of footsteps outside, Owen flung aside the curtain, turned out of the corridor not far behind the crowd, and walked on his original path.

"Hey, good work, George, it's time for you to have a stomachache."

"Fred, don't tell me you put the still-experimental potion of my aunt in my drink..."

"You must be thinking too much, George."

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

The faces of a pair of twins appeared in front of Owen, their fiery red hair was extremely bright, and they had the same laughing expressions on their faces.The two joked with each other for a while, and then looked at Owen together: "Hey, tell me, why does Peeves listen to you?"

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

"Depending on the situation, we can be bought." The twins said winkingly.

"In that case..." Owen's hands split apart as soon as he touched it, and the wand in his hand disappeared instantly, replaced by a white plastic tulip.

With a flick of his fingers, the fake flower bomb flew into the air: "Then let me show my friendship with this."

After finishing speaking, Owen crossed the obstruction of the two with a happy smile, and walked deeper into the corridor.

The twins looked at each other wildly, they didn't choose to do anything, they just watched Owen's figure walk away.

The fake flower that fell on the ground made a muffled sound, and after a puff of white smoke, a white strip of cloth appeared under the flower, on which a simple smiling face was drawn with a red pen.

"This is Transfiguration? No, it should be some kind of Muggle mechanism..."

"Hey, this guy is not boring."

The twins huddled together in front of the artificial flowers, their heads against their heads, muttering.

(End of this chapter)