Chapter 121 Peeves' Mischief

Chapter 121 Peeves' Mischief

"Miss Granger was talking about you just now?" Peeves said slyly, floating in Myrtle's ear.

"I mean, I mean, you're so pretty tonight." Hermione quickly changed the subject and glared at Peeves. If her eyes were magical, Peeves must have been killed several times. .

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

"You are laughing at me." Thinking of this, Myrtle's tears quickly fell from 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 they died. She was killed by the students of Hogwarts, and she hated it, and she hated Hogwarts, and she hated the students of Hogwarts.

"You are still bullying me after my death." Myrtle sobbed, feeling infinitely wronged, she was also a Hogwarts student. But she died at the academy, and her classmates, students younger than her, and generations of students graduated and left.

All the students can leave Hogwarts, only she is laughed at by the students of Hogwarts when she is alive, and she will be laughed at by the students of Hogwarts when she is dead.

"Absolutely not, really, I just said you were beautiful today." Hermione explained, pounding Harry and Ron's ribs with her elbows, and the two idiots didn't know how to explain it to her. She peeked at George again, and he didn't care, as if he was happy with this situation.

"That's what she said, she said you were beautiful." Harry gave him a hard slap on the side, and his mouth immediately became sharp.

"Ah, yes." Ron felt that he was hurt and cried silently in his heart. He had said earlier that he shouldn't come.

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

"Don't think you can lie to me." Myrtle cried so hard that she could hardly breathe, she was so aggrieved, if she had a way, if she had a place to go, she would leave Hogwarts immediately. She hates the students here, just like the students here hate her.

Peeves was grinning behind her, and he liked to bully Myrtle. The other ghosts are not easy to deal with, they are all dead, they have no form. Peeves' methods don't work in front of other ghosts, but fortunately there is Myrtle.

This is the ghost it can easily bully,

She is so fragile that a little trick can make her cry non-stop.

"You know what other people say about you? Fat myrtle, ugly, spectacled. Myrtle crying, myrtle who loses her temper every day, and myrtle with pimples." Peeves floated around Myrtle, saying these nasty things incessantly.

"Ah!" The crying Myrtle finally couldn't listen anymore. She screamed loudly and ran out of the basement classroom. Peeves happily chased after her, smashing her with moldy peanuts that passed through Myrtle's translucent body like a stone.

Peeves smashed and shouted, "Myrtle with pimples, myrtle crying, everyone hates you to the point of madness."

"Oh, my God." Hermione exclaimed sadly, "Peeves is so annoying, it's so bad."

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

"Oh, happy." Everyone pretended to be happy.

"The number of guests here is 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 on purpose... um , Okay, I'm going to speak on stage, I'll go to remind the band first and let them give a good background music."

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

"Oh, bad." Nick, who was almost headless, said in pain.

Twelve ghost horses suddenly sprang up from the walls of the basement classroom, and each horse was a headless rider. All the people who attended the party stood up and applauded warmly.

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

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

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

He stuffed his head sloppily to his neck and strode to the almost headless Nick.

"Nick!" he growled gruffly. "Are you alright, with your head still hanging on your head?"

He let out a wild, rude laugh, and patted Nick, who was almost headless, on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick." Nick greeted with a smile.

"A stranger!" Mr. Patrick found everyone immediately, and he jumped high, pretending to be surprised, but as soon as he jumped up, his head fell again. Causing laughter from the guests.

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

"Never mind Nick!" shouted Mr. Patrick's head on the floor, "we know you're still brooding about not being in the Headless Hunters, but I'm saying, look at him, he's fit for the Headless Hunter's request?"

"I think." Harry said immediately, seeing the encouraging look Nick gave him, "I think Nick is very scary and funny."

"Haha," exclaimed Mr. Patrick's head. "I guess that's what he taught you to say."

"Please pay attention everyone, now I'm going to start my speech." Nick shouted, almost headless. Patrick, the bastard, is here, and he doesn't want to delay any longer.

He strode to the podium, a beam of icy blue light on the podium focused on him, "I salute the late lords, ladies and gentlemen, at this time my heart is so sad and heavy... "

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

Mr. Patrick and the members of his Headless Hunter team were having a blast playing a game of overhead hockey. Everyone turned to look at them, and no one wanted to hear him anymore.

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