He aimed at his target again, the muscles of his mischievous broad, wide face tense.

"Peeves!" An angry voice shouted, "Peeves, get me down!" ”

Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, rushed out of the auditorium.

"Peeves, you come down for me now!" Professor McGonagall yelled, her peaked top hat on her head and glaring through her square-rimmed glasses.

"I didn't do anything!" Peeves giggled, and threw another water bomb at the fifth-graders, who screamed and rushed into the auditorium, "They're already wet anyway, right?" Hey, little furry boy! Eat me a shot! He picked up another water bomb and aimed it at a group of second-graders who had just entered.

"I'm going to call the principal!" Professor McGonagall shouted, "I warn you, Peeves—"

Peeves sticks out his tongue and throws the last few water bombs into the air, then swoops up the marble staircase, giggling madly.

"Alright, let's go!" Professor McGonagall sternly said to the drenched crowd, "Come into the Great Hall, hurry! ”

Several people slid through the foyer and through the two opposite doors on the right. Lily muttered angrily, "Why did he specifically watch me drop bombs?" Pull the wet hair away from your face.

The auditorium is still as splendid and magnificent, and it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new school. Hundreds of candles float above the table, illuminating golden plates and goblets. The four long college tables were already filled with twittering students. At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, where faculty members sit one by one, facing their students. It's a lot warmer here. Yolanda, Sevrous, and Regulus walked past the students of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then sat at the table at the end of the auditorium with the students of the other Slytherin houses.

"This year's opening ceremony is really damning!" Yolanda said, raising her wand, "Clean up!" In an instant, the water stains on the three of them were all clean, and the whole person was refreshed, "I really hope that this year's Sorting Hat can sing a little better." I've had to endure it every year for the past three years. ”

"Why don't you see Professor Mel from Defence Against the Dark Arts class?" Regulus said, looking at the teachers over there, too.

None of their Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers stayed for more than three semesters. The one who has been around the longest so far is Professor Mel, who doesn't want to be replaced, and who is very hands-on.

Regulus scrutinized the faculty desk more closely. Professor Flitwick, the little man who taught them Charms, sat on a large pile of soft cushions, next to Professor Sprout, the herbology teacher, her hat slanted over her long flowing gray hair. She was talking to Professor Sinista in the Department of Astronomy. On the other side of Professor Sinista sat the pot-bellied Potions teacher, Slughorn, who was the head of Slejelin House.

Yolanda has already found out that Voldemort had a lot of dealings with this teacher when he was a student, maybe this Slughorn will know something that others don't know, of course, it will take time to slowly verify