Chapter 121: Peeves' prank

"Miss Granger was talking about you just now?" Peeves said slyly as he drifted into Myrtle's ear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I mean, I mean, you're so beautiful tonight. Hermione quickly changed the subject and glared at Peeves, who would have been killed several times if her eyes had magic.

Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously, she didn't believe that anyone would say good things about her behind her back.

"You're laughing at me. Thinking of this, Myrtle's tears quickly slipped down her small transparent eyes.

It wasn't her first year at Hogwarts. She had been at Hogwarts for almost fifty years, unlike other ghosts who lived at Hogwarts after death. She was killed by the Hogwarts students, and she hated it, and she hated Hogwarts, and she hated the Hogwarts students.

"You're still bullying me after I'm dead. Myrtle sobbed, feeling infinitely wronged, she was also a student at Hogwarts House. But she died at the academy, and her classmates, students younger than her, generations of students all graduated and left.

All the students were able to leave Hogwarts, but she was ridiculed by the Hogwarts students when she was alive, and she was still ridiculed by the Hogwarts students when she died.

"Absolutely not, really, I just said you were beautiful today. Hermione explained, elbowing Harry and Ron's ribs, the two fools who didn't know how to explain it for her. She stole another glance at George, who looked unconcerned, as if pleased with the situation.

"That's what she said, she said you're pretty. Harry smacked him hard, and his mouth immediately became sharp.

"Ah, yes. Ron felt his internal wounds, and tears flowed silently in his heart, he had already said that he should not come.

George didn't speak, so he wouldn't have wronged himself to flatter any nasty ghosts, and if he was alone, he would take out his wand, silence them all, and drive them all away.

"Don't think you can lie to me. Myrtle was crying so much that she was so aggrieved that if she had a way, if she had a place to go, she would have left Hogwarts immediately. She hated the cadets here just as much as the cadets hated her.

Peeves giggles behind her, and he loves to bully myrtle. The other ghosts are not easy to deal with, they are all dead, they have no body. Peeves' methods didn't work in front of the other ghosts, but luckily there was Myrtle.

This is the easiest ghost it can bully, she's too fragile to make her cry a little trick.

"Do you know what other people are going to say about you? Fat Myrtle, ugly bastard, spectacle demon. Myrtle who cries and cries, Myrtle who loses her temper every day, and Myrtle who is full of acne. Peeves floated around Myrtle, saying these nasty words.

"Ahh Peeves happily chased after her and smashed her with moldy peanuts that passed through Myrtle's half-bright body like stones.

Peeves yelled as he smashed it, "Acne-ridden myrtle, crying myrtle, everybody hates you to the point of madness." ”

"Oh, my God. Hermione exclaimed sadly, "Peeves is so annoying, its heart is so bad." ”

At this time, Nick, who was almost headless, floated over from the crowd, "Have you had fun?"

"Oh, happy. Everyone pretended to be happy.

"The number of guests who came was quite satisfactory. Nick, who was almost headless, said proudly, "I have a lot of friends, and the crying widow came all the way from Kent... Well, okay, I'm going to give a speech on stage, I'm going to give the band a heads-up call and let them give a good background music. ”

Just then, suddenly, the band stopped playing. They and everyone in the basement fell silent, and everyone looked around excitedly, and a hunting horn sounded.

"Oh, oops. Nick, who was almost headless, said with a painful expression.

Within the walls of the underground classroom, twelve ghost horses suddenly burst out, each of which was a headless rider. All the people who participated in the party stood up and applauded warmly.

Harry and the others were about to applaud when they noticed that Nick's face was even more ugly, and then stopped.

Twelve ghost horses rushed into the middle of the dance floor, stopped suddenly, stood upright on their hind feet, and then charged with their front hooves. The ghost in front was a very large, burly ghost, with a bearded head caught under his arm, and his head blowing a horn, and he jumped off his horse.

He held his head high in the air and looked at the crowd condescendingly, causing bursts of laughter.

He shoved his head into his neck and strode over to Nick, who was almost headless.

"Nick!" he yelled gruffly, "are you alright, with your head still hanging on your head?"

He let out a rude laugh and patted Nick's shoulder hard, barely headless.

"Welcome, Patrick. Nickpi greeted with a smile.

"Human!" Mr. Patrick spotted them at once, and he jumped high and high in feigned surprise, only to fall his head again as soon as he did. It caused the guests to laugh.

"Very interesting. Nick, who almost lost his head, looked even more ugly, and Patrick knew how to steal the limelight, and the saddest thing was that he couldn't always steal him.

"Don't mind Nick!" Mr. Patrick's head shouted on the floor, "We know you're still worried about not being able to join the Headless Hunters, but I'm going to say, look at him, can he meet the requirements of the Headless Hunters?"

"I think. Harry saw Nick's encouraging look and immediately said, "I think Nick is very scary and funny. ”

"Haha. Mr. Patrick's head cried out loudly, "I guess he taught you that." ”

"Attention, everyone, I will now begin my remarks. Nick, who was almost headless, shouted that Patrick, the bastard, was here, and he didn't want to delay any longer.

He strode to the podium, and a cold blue light from the podium focused on him, "I salute the late lords, ladies and gentlemen, and my heart is so heavy with grief at this time..."

He brewed his feelings and spoke according to the carefully prepared script, but he immediately realized that no one cared about the rest of the words.

Mr. Patrick and his members of the Headless Hunters are having a fight, playing a game of overhead hockey. Everyone turned to look at them, and no one wanted to hear him speak anymore.

(To be continued.) )