On Tuesday night, Rhine and Harry left the Gryffindor common room, crossed the corridors, and headed for Snape's office.
Compared to the original story, where Harry loathed Snape and regarded going to Snape's office as worse than going to war, this time Harry looked as though he were heading home.
He even had the leisure to discuss with Rhine whether Snape might teach him a few unique little spells.
"You know, Rhine, Professor Snape is really good to me."
Rhine felt a wave of complicated emotions.
Try saying that after you take off the cross-dressing outfit. Don't you dare cry then.
As the two talked, a pale ghost appeared at the end of the corridor.
Its mouth was stretched wide in a grin, and it wore a hat on its head. The moment it spotted Rhine and Harry, it let out a piercing laugh and darted through the walls toward them.
"Little wizards!"
"Little wizards are roaming the halls at night!"
Harry's expression changed abruptly.
"Oh no, it's Peeves!"
"That awful guy will bring Filch over!"
Rhine showed little reaction. Instead, he studied Peeves with great interest.
This ghost seemed to have quite an unusual origin. It was said that it had been born alongside the castle when Hogwarts was founded.
No one could say what Peeves had been before his death. They only knew that even the four founders had been remarkably tolerant of his various pranks.
There was another point that intrigued Rhine. Unlike other ghosts, who had grown increasingly numb after enduring the passage of countless years, Peeves had gone through more than a thousand years without changing much. He was still like an overgrown brat, thinking up pranks all day long.
Ghosts such as Professor Binns, on the other hand, were numb most of the time