Peeves's Escape

"To have it all back!" Hermione couldn't help but turn around.

Put your jealousy behind you.

If she heard correctly, Dumbledore had 'possessed' Grindelwald again?

He's over a hundred years old, is he still in good health?

Who is above, and who is below?

Hermione's gossipy nature led her to openly express her curiosity to Ryan with her eyes.

Even Luna couldn't help but raise her ears.

To this, Ryan, "Ahem, it's not what you think."

This isn't on a physical level.

"Oh, I see!" Hermione's face fell in disappointment.

Even the cute, delicate rat teeth that Ryan found endearing disappeared into his pouting little mouth.

Meanwhile, Harry and his friends were sitting in a carriage that smelled faintly of mustiness and straw.

It's not that the carriage wasn't maintained.

However, in the Britain, where it rains frequently, a musty smell is quite normal.

Even wizards have long been accustomed to it, rather than using all-powerful magic to remove it.

According to some very particular wizards, this is the authentic flavor, the true essence of Britain.

Ron took a deep breath and exclaimed, "That feels so good! The air is so fresh after the rain."

The smell of decaying leaves and branches in the soil due to the rain did not seem to affect his opinion of the air.

He truly is a genuine Britain.

Even as he sighed, he still held Lavender's hand tightly.

It seemed they were afraid she would run away.

Lavender, however, was quite pleased with it; it was the first time she had ever seen Ron so clingy to her.

She even had an urge to write to Krum to thank him.

If it weren't for him, Ron would probably still be treating her hot and cold.

And Ron.

Perhaps it was the passage of time, coupled with Lavender's presence, that restored his color.

He seemed very confident and ambitious.

He looked out the carriage window at Hogwarts in the distance.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Just you wait, Viktor Krum!"

At this point, he had completely forgotten about Phoebe.

The combination of his inferiority complex and the feeling of betrayal has now created a state that fills Ron with fighting spirit.

He had already figured it out: he would incorporate all his past memories of being pranked by Fred and George into his magic.

Then he delivered a powerful blow to Krum.

"Be careful, Ron," Lavender warned him, tenderly stroking Ron's freckled face with her other hand. "That bastard is Durmstrang's student, and they say they teach Dark Magic."

Moreover, he is a famous international football star.

Going against him will only make his fans—basically, don't try to bite off more than you can chew.

"You think I can't beat Krum?" Mr. Ron said angrily, glancing at Harry. "Does Krum have as many fans as Harry?"

I'm Harry's friend.

Now it's another Triwizard Tournament.

No one would dare offend me for the sake of people from other schools!

"That's enough! Everything's resolved."

"Sit down properly, you're making it impossible for me to see the rain outside!" Ginny said, annoyed.

She paused, then looked at Ron seriously, "Don't involve Harry in this matter. "Harry

Krum, after all, just a Quidditch player.

With your magical abilities Krum is no match for you!

How many wizards have been to the moon and learned the magic best suited to them?

Just her, Harry, Ron.

In her view, even Ron was not someone that just anyone could easily take advantage of.

On a magical level, Krum is just another Tom, Dick, or Harry.

Harry and Neville, however, still did not voice their doubts.

Even Lavender, the protagonist of the story, thought Krum was a bastard.

They had no choice but to shut up.

Waiting to meet Krum when we get to the Great Hall.

The carriage passed through a gate flanked by sculptures of winged wild boars and traveled along a wide driveway, swaying violently in the strong wind.

Harry leaned against the car window and saw Hogwarts getting closer and closer, with many lit windows shimmering faintly behind the thick rain curtain.

Their carriage stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two Oak Wood gates. Just then, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the people in the carriage ahead hurriedly climbed the steps and ran into the castle.

Harry, Ron, Lavender, and Neville jumped down from the carriage and rushed up the stone steps, only looking up once they entered the cavernous Entrance Hall.

Torches were lit in the Entrance Hall, and the Marble Staircase was magnificent.

"Good heavens, Impervius!" Ron pointed his wand at Lavender, whose head was covered in condensed raindrops that then evaporated. "I should have used magic! Instead of running over here myself!"

Just as he was about to point his wand at himself, a large red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and exploded above Ron's head.

Ron was soaked to the bone and muttering to himself, but he stepped in front of Lavender just in time.

Ron glanced at the unharmed Lavender, then looked up. "Who is it!"

Twenty feet above their heads floated the mischievous Peeves.

He was short, wearing a hat with bells, an orange bow tie, and holding a water balloon in his hand.

However, he wasn't about to aim at his target again; the muscles in his mischievous, broad face were tense. "Harry Potter! It's you again!"

Instead of acting like a victim, he quickly darted up the Marble Staircase and disappeared.

"That startled me; I almost thought Harry's Peeves had disappeared."

So it turned out he hadn't had time to escape yet. Neville, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief.

He waved his wand, and Ron, who had been soaking wet, became dry.

He was just radiating heat.

Lavender, who was standing nearby, had already nestled in his arms—because of Ron's actions just now.

"Peeves!" an angry voice shouted, "Peeves, where are you!"

Professor McGonagall, the Vice Principal and Head of Gryffindor House, rushed out of the Great Hall.

She adjusted her pointed hat and stared at her surroundings through her square-framed glasses.

However, there was nothing there.

There wasn't even any trace of a prank.

She also overlooked the water stains on the ground because of the rainy weather.

Her sharp eyes were about to turn to doubt when she saw Harry in the crowd, and her expression immediately returned to one of understanding.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief and said to Harry, "So it's you here, Harry."

"Luckily you got to the Entrance Hall so quickly, otherwise the students would have been in trouble."

She then sternly addressed the drenched crowd, "Since you're all alright, hurry up and get into the Great Hall!"

"What do you mean 'it's nothing'!"

I just got caught in the crossfire!

"Just you wait, Krum!" Ron muttered.

Clearly, he blamed everything that had just happened on Krum.

Harry, Ron, and Lavender slid through the Entrance Hall, Neville close behind.

However, after passing through the two double doors on the right, Ron stood frozen in place.