Walking up the steps to the door, Ivan saw some young wizards crowded at the entrance to the castle, they cursed loudly, and then rushed towards the castle with their heads covered.

"What are they doing here?" Hermione wondered, but then she saw a large red balloon filled with water fall from the ceiling and hit a hapless little witch head.

With a "bang", the water balloon exploded directly, drenching the unlucky little wizard all over, and even the few little wizards on the side were inevitably affected.

"Damn Peeves, get out of here!"

There was a shout from the crowd, but they were greeted by more balloons filled with water and funny laughter.

Ivan looked up and saw Peeves, a diminutive man with a bell hat floating twenty feet above their heads, with many water-filled balloons in his arms.

"Hey, little devils, come on!" Peeves giggled, grabbed a green balloon with his right hand and smashed it directly into the head of the other hapless ghost, causing a small chaos once again.

Some of the junior wizards who finally came in the heavy rain and were drenched were so angry that they almost cried, but Peeves didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and stared at Ivan and Hermione, who had just entered the door.

Among the students present, Hermione and Ivan were the most special, both of them were dry, and only the corners of their robes and shoes could see some traces of wetting.

Peeves' eyes purred, remembering how he had been teased by Ivan last semester, and suddenly he screamed, grabbed a water balloon in his left and right hands and threw it at Ivan.

Ivan, of course, also saw this scene, and immediately cried and laughed, Peeves really remembered to eat or fight, so he took out his wand and pointed it casually.

A red beam of mana shot out and exploded in midair, detonating two water balls at the same time.

Several witches below screamed and ducked to the side, lest they be doused with water.

However, the scattered water did not fall under the influence of gravity, but instead converged into a stream of water driven by the magic power, and crashed into Peeves' location like a water cannon.

Such physical attacks have little effect on the average ghost, and will only pass through them.

Peeves are an exception, as they can touch entities and pick up things, and are not technically ghosts, but rather special spirits.

So of course, the water cannon smashed directly into Peeves's body and knocked him to a stumbling side.

Enraged, Peeves initially tried to resist and threw more water balloons, but it turned out that this was just another "ammunition" for Ivan, and it wasn't long before Peeves was beaten in the water cannons.

Hermione remembered the spell Lupin had taught in Defence Against the Dark Arts class last semester, and she held her wand aloft and pointed it at Peeves.

"Wadi Vasi!"

Several broken balloon bags in the ground suddenly shook and flew up with a whoosh, sticking to Peeves' face, and Peeves, who couldn't see clearly, just hit the wall headlong.

Several third- and fourth-grade wizards also followed suit, and others quickly joined in.

"Ahhh Stop it! I give up! Peeves couldn't hold it anymore, let out a piercing scream of embarrassment, and rushed straight into the Great Hall, although these attacks didn't do it much harm, but it was very uncomfortable to be beaten too much.

"Alright, stop, kids!"

Just as some of the young wizards were still unsatisfied, Professor McGonagall's voice came through the Great Hall, and Peeves took advantage of the distraction to swoop through the window.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Peeves as he fled in a hurry, ignoring it, turning her gaze to Ivan and admiringly.

"Well done, Hals! I think Peeves will be willing to stop for a while with this lesson! ”

"I just solved some minor troubles!" Ivan replied very modestly.

"Good, Gryffindor plus five!" Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, shouted loudly, and then looked back at the others.

Although it didn't feel good to get through the rain all the way, and they were harassed by Peeves when they entered, most of the young wizards were still in high spirits, because they had just chased away the pesky naughty ghost with their own hands.

Professor McGonagall did not hesitate to praise the words, and after a few words of praise, she beckoned the prefect to lead everyone to the Great Hall.

Perhaps in anticipation of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, the interior of the Great Hall has been refurbished with a more spectacular sounding appearance, with hundreds of candles floating above the tables, illuminating gold plates and goblets.

Under the leadership of the prefect, the young wizards above the second grade sat on the chairs of the academy's long table in an orderly manner, and the ghosts floating around greeted them politely and welcomed them back to school.

Nick, who was almost headless, came straight out from under the dining table, swaying his head to startle the little wizards on the side, and then floated in front of them again, laughing.

"Good evening, everyone!"

"What's good? It's terrible, I wish I could do it soon... So I can go back and change my clothes. Harry grumbled that he and Ron weren't as lucky as Hermione, they were about half wet, their shoes were full of water, and they were uncomfortable to wear on their feet.

At this time, Ivan looked at the faculty desk, looking for Barty Crouch Jr., who was pretending to be Moody, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Isn't this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor here yet?" Hermione also looked over there and said a little strangely.

"Probably later, of course, it's possible that they can't find the right person." Ron said with a grumble.

It's no secret in British wizarding world that the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts usually insists on resigning after less than a year, and Ron wonders if this is why no one wants to apply for the professorship.

"If only Sirius could come here and teach! Lupin is the best Defence Against the Dark Arts professor I've ever met, and I'm sure Sirius is too! Harry said expectantly.

"I advise you not to think so, Harry! It's not a safe job! Ivan rolled his eyes when Harry said this, you were pushing Sirius into the fire pit!

Not to mention that Sirius was only officially cleared a few months ago, and neither the parents nor the school board would allow him to teach!