(37) Peeves the Poltergeist

After Ian and the others finished testing the Nimbus 2000s on the Quidditch pitch, they walked through the doors of the Great Hall and ran into Gryffindor's trio. 

Ian glanced at the "three little lions" in their red uniforms across from him, then back at his own "three little green snakes." 

It suddenly struck him—could they be considered the Slytherin Trio? 

"Cool! So cool!" Ron stared enviously at Ian's three Nimbus 2000s. "Ian, you actually have three Nimbus 2000s! And Harry was even saying he wanted to get you another one, so then you'd have four—" 

"Wait! What did you just say?" Ian cut off Ron's words, turning to Harry. "Harry, you want to give me a broomstick too?" 

Harry nodded, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, Ron said the Nimbus 2000 is the best broom, so I thought I'd get one for you too." 

"There's no need, Harry," Ian said, pointing to the three brooms behind him. "I already have three. I really can't use another." 

Four Nimbus 2000s? What was he going to do with them?

Brew them into soup? Or had he magically grown eight legs like an Acromantula? 

If Harry really wanted to give him something, wouldn't it be better to just give him the cash instead? 

Ian's refusal made Hermione subconsciously clutch the hem of her robe, sighing inwardly. 

It seemed Ian no longer needed a broomstick.

What else could she get him now? Darn it! She was too slow! That Vole girl had already beaten her to it! 

"Although I can't accept another broom, I received your kindness, Harry." Ian smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Hey, curfew is coming soon, let's go back quickly, be careful not to be caught by Filch and deducted points." Cassandra stood aside with her arms around her chest, looking at Ian talking to the Gryffindor trio, and couldn't help but speak out.

Ian heard this and turned to look at Cassandra, and then he realized that because of talking to Harry and the others, Cassandra and the others had been standing at the door of the hall without moving.

"Then let's go together." Ian said as he walked into the castle.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly followed and walked into the castle with Ian.

"I should have known not to let you two try the broom." Cassandra covered her mouth and yawned gracefully, "I'm so sleepy now. If Filch catches us, I'll make sure you guys are in trouble."

"We won't be caught. How can we be so unlucky, I think our Miss Casandra is quite an afraid one..."

Before Ian finished speaking, Ron, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look behind him. His face was pale, as if he saw something scary.

"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry asked curiously.

Ron pointed behind Harry with trembling hands: "Peeves... Harry, we're done..."

When Harry and others heard the word "Peeves", their faces changed. They turned their heads and saw Peeves floating in the air.

Peeves was grinning at them at this time, with a naughty and prank-like excitement on his face.

"Ooooh, what's this? A late-night stroll? Naughty, naughty little lions and snakes out past curfew!" Peeves cackled, his voice echoing through the empty hallway. 

" Now let this Peeves catch you all and bring you to Professor McGonagall!"

"Peeves, please let us go."

Hermione said with a bitter face, "We really didn't mean it, we just forgot the time when testing the flying broom."

"Huh, why should I let you go?"

Peeves said with his eyes wide open, "I am also in the discipline committee of Hogwarts! You just wait to be punished by Professor McGonagall! Hahaha!"

"Shut up, Peeves!" Draco snapped, glaring at the poltergeist. 

"Drakey-poo, so rude!"

Peeves giggled, zooming closer to Draco. "I might just call Filch right now."

"Ian..." Hermione and Cassandra subconsciously leaned towards Ian, their faces full of worry.

"Peeves, be careful or I'll call the Bloody Baron." Ian looked at Peeves expressionlessly, not caring about his threat at all, "I think you should know how much the Bloody Baron is willing to teach you a lesson, right?"

Sure enough, when he heard the word "Bloody Baron", Peeves' face suddenly changed, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"Who is the Bloody Baron?" Harry asked curiously when he saw that Peeves was afraid of someone.

"The Bloody Baron is the ghost of Slytherin." Draco explained in a low voice, "He is also the one that Peeves fears the most, no doubt about it."

"The one that he fears the most?" Ronald's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Ian, call Mr. Bloody Baron quickly! Teach Peeves a lesson and let him know that we little First-years are not easy to mess with!"

Peeves was still terrified, and when he heard this, he immediately shouted angrily: "Mr. Peeves will punish you! You bunch of annoying little wizards!"

Peeves' loud noise immediately attracted the attention of Filch not far away: "Who's there?!"

"Run!" Harry shouted, pulling Draco and Ian beside him and turned to run.

Hermione and Cassandra saw this and hurriedly followed, and Ronald did the same.

For a while, Peeves was the only one left in the corridor.

Oh, no, there is another Filch.

"Damn you little kids!"

Peeves cursed, then quickly floated in front of Filch, pointed in the direction where Ian and others left, and shouted, "Filch, catch them! They violated curfew!"

Filch's face suddenly darkened when he heard this, and he quickly chased after them with a flashlight. "Damn little wizards, stop right there!"

Filch shouted as he chased.

Ian and others turned a deaf ear to him, but instead sped up, moving quickly in the castle, trying to get rid of Filch behind them. "I say, stop running, why are you running!"

"Ok, guys, I'll just cast an illusion spell on us all and hide, Eh?—"

Before Ian could finish his words, the leader Harry led a few people to a locked door in the corridor on the third floor. "Why is the door still locked!"

Harry pushed hard, but it didn't move.

Ian just said "No!" in his heart, Hermione had already pushed Harry who was standing in front of him, holding a magic wand, and walked forward: "Get out of the way! Let me do it! Alohomora!"

As Hermione's voice fell, a flash of light flashed on the door lock, followed by a "click", and the door lock opened. "Great, Hermione!"

Harry praised, and then pushed the door and walked in.

Ian looked at the backs of his friends, smiled bitterly, and could only follow them in.

Forget it, just go in, you will definitely not die.

Dumbledore will definitely not let the three-headed dog hurt the little wizard, he will only let the three-headed dog scare them away.

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