Chapter 563 Stop! I Surrender!

After 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 into the castle in twos and threes, covering their heads.

"What are they doing?" Hermione couldn't help but wonder, but then she saw a big red balloon filled with water falling from the ceiling and hitting an unlucky little wizard on the head.

With a "bang" sound, the water ball exploded directly, drenching the unlucky little wizard all over. Even several little wizards nearby were inevitably affected.

"Damn Peeves, get out of here!"

There were shouts and curses from the crowd, but they were greeted by more water-filled balloons and funny, weird laughter.

Ivan looked up. Peeves, a short man wearing a hat with a bell, was floating twenty feet above their heads, holding many balloons filled with water in his arms.

"Hey, kiddos, come on!" Peeves chuckled, grabbed a green balloon with his right hand and hit the other unlucky guy on the head, causing chaos in a small area again.

Some junior wizards who finally came here in the heavy rain and got soaked again were so angry that they almost cried. However, Peeves had no intention of stopping and even stared at Ivan who had just entered. There's Hermione.

Among the students present, Hermione and Ivan were the most special. Both of them were completely dry. Only the corners of their robes and shoes could be seen to be slightly wet with water.

Peeves' eyes rolled, remembering the miserable situation when he was teased by Ivan last semester. He suddenly screamed strangely, grabbed a water balloon in each hand and threw it towards Ivan.

Of course, Ivan also saw this scene, and he immediately couldn't laugh or cry. Peeves really didn't care about eating, so he took out his wand and pointed at it.

A red magic beam flew out and exploded in mid-air, detonating two water balls at the same time.

Several witches below screamed and hid aside to avoid being doused with water.

However, the scattered water flows did not fall under the influence of gravity, but were driven by magic power to form streams of water, which quickly hit Peeves' position like a water cannon.

For ordinary ghosts, such physical attacks have little effect and will only pass through their bodies.

But Peeves is an exception. He can touch entities and pick up things. Strictly speaking, he is not a ghost, but a special spirit.

So of course, the water cannon hit Peeves directly and staggered him.

Angry, Peeves tried to resist and threw more water balloons at first, but it turned out that this was just to provide more "ammunition" to Ivan. It didn't take long for Peeves to be hit by a series of water cannons and run away.

At this time, Hermione remembered the spell Lupine taught in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last semester, and she also raised her wand and pointed it at Peeves.

"Wadi Wasi!"

Several broken balloon bags on the ground suddenly started shaking, flying up with a whoosh and sticking to Peeves' face. Peeves, who couldn't see clearly, just hit the wall.

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

"Ahhh~ stop, stop! I surrender!" Peeves could no longer hold on, and let out a piercing scream in embarrassment, and rushed directly into the auditorium. Although these attacks did not cause any harm to him, he could be beaten. It will be very uncomfortable if you hit too much.

"Okay, stop it, kids!"

Just when some of the young wizards were still unfinished, Professor McGonagall's voice came from the Great Hall. Peeves took advantage of everyone's distraction and swished his body out of the opening of the window.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Peeves, who was escaping in a hurry, and ignored him. He turned his attention to Ivan and said appreciatively.

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

"I just solved some minor troubles!" Ivan replied humbly.

"Very good, five points for Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, shouted loudly, and then looked at the others.

Although it was not a good feeling to be wet in the rain all the way, and they were harassed by Peeves when they entered, most of the little wizards were still in high spirits because they had just driven away the annoying naughty ghost. .

Professor McGonagall was not stingy with words of appreciation. She praised a few words and then called the prefects to take everyone to the auditorium.

Perhaps in preparation for the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, the interior of the Great Hall was specially decorated, making it more magnificent than before. Hundreds of candles floated above the table, making the gold plates and goblets shine. Bright.

The little wizards in second grade and above sat down on the chairs at the academy's long table in an orderly manner under the leadership of their prefects. The ghosts floating around greeted them politely and welcomed them back to school.

The almost headless Nick came out from under the dining table. His shaking head startled the little wizards beside him, and then he floated in front of them and said with a smile.

"Good evening, everyone!"

"What's good? It's terrible. I really hope the sorting will be done soon so I can go back and change clothes." Harry complained. He and Ron were not as lucky as Hermione. About half of their bodies were wet, and their shoes were wet. They are full of water and are very uncomfortable to wear on your feet.

Ivan looked at the staff table at this time, looking for Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to be Moody, but he did not see him.

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

"It will probably come later. Of course, it's also possible that they can't find the right person." Ron complained.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts usually resign after less than a year. This is not a secret in the British wizarding community. Ron doubts that it is because of this that no one is willing to apply for this job. Professorship.

"It would be great if Sirius could come here to teach! Lupine is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever seen, and I believe Sirius is the same!" Harry said expectantly.

"I advise you not to think so, Harry! This is not a safe job!" Hearing what Harry said, Ivan rolled his eyes. You are trying to push Sirius into the fire pit!

Not to mention that Sirius was only officially cleared of his crimes a few months ago. Neither the parents of the students nor the school directors would allow him to teach!