Chapter 7 How do you like Pinpin’s flying skateboard (fourth update, please subscribe)

"I haven't read the letter yet, how do I know what's written in it?" Wright raised his head and said with a bit of laughter and tears, "And Peeves, shouldn't you respect my privacy a little bit? For such a personal letter, you Shouldn't you watch it?"

"I! Uncle Peeves! I'm not interested in knowing what's going on in the heads of you little devils!" Peeves suddenly flew back, floating in the air with his hands clasped in front of his chest. He looked at Wright with disdain, "Just watch it alone! Uncle Peeves is not interested! Not interested!"

Wright looked at Peeves, who was moving his lower body back as far as possible and his head as far as possible. Sir, could you please stop showing such a magical expression of "saying rejection with your mouth, but your body is so honest"?

With a slight sigh, Wright lowered his head and quickly scanned the contents of the letter.

"Dear Wright:

I'm sorry to hear that you have to stay at school during the summer vacation. Fred (cross out) George (cross out) Fred (ink dot) laughed at you for a long time about this.

I don’t know if you are used to living alone in school, but we think it should be similar to when you were in school. After all, Jia Jia’s cooking skills are so good. In our opinion, his cooking skills are as good as those of his mother. I hope you don’t tell our mother this when you see her in the future, she will be sad.

Even if you don’t like it, we have to say it again, dumplings filled with apple pie filling and dumplings filled with Christmas pudding filling are still the best Chinese food we have ever eaten. "

Seeing those two impressive dark dishes again, Wright turned the next page with a twitching corner of his mouth.

Wright had no idea that everything the twins wrote on the first page was nonsense, and there was a big ink spot that almost soaked the parchment. He almost couldn't see what was written around him because of the big ink ball. Although Wright still didn't see who laughed at him in the end, it was at least okay to blame the two brothers for the problem.

However, the information on the second page is richer.

"Without further ado.

We are very happy to officially inform you of something here, that is, after the tireless efforts of the talented Weasleys, we have finally made an improved version of the flying prop that you conceived before.

I have to mention that your ideas are really wild and unconstrained. No British wizard has ever thought of changing the shape of a broomstick, after all it has existed in the shape of a broom for hundreds of years.

In addition, although we have worked hard on this, my father has also given us considerable help.

All the improved information is attached at the back.

ps: The Muggle toy you mentioned called the skateboard is really, really fun, even when it can't fly. It's so fun that Ronnie almost cried while playing with it. "

Ronnie? Is it Ron? Wright blinked, hoping that he was really crying because it was fun and not being made to cry by you two brothers.

Wright only found out a few months after school started that the person Penello mentioned at the entrance banquet that had a hole in his tongue after eating sour lollipops was Ron, and it was his person who tricked him into eating sour lollipops. Two precious brothers.

Wright put the letter back into the envelope. There was no need to read the rest for the time being. According to what the letter said, they should all be the revised version of the broomstick.

But having said that, Mr. Weasley is really a master of modification. If he can modify cars, he can also modify skateboards.

"What was written in the letter?" Peeves came over again.

"It's nothing, it's just that our small group of three successfully produced the first experimental product." Wright glanced at Peeves. He was too lazy to complain at the moment. Didn't you just say that you were not interested in knowing?

"A small group of three people?" Peeves's eyes lit up. He was not interested in the first test subject that Wright was talking about, but for this kind of organization with many naughty ghosts, Uncle Peeves said that he still had some interest in it. So I would be interested to find out more about it.

"Can Uncle Peeves join in?" Peeves asked Wright coyly.

Wright looked at Peeves carefully from head to toe, and Peeves also cooperated and straightened his chest.

"Sorry, Peeves, although I think you are more suitable for our organization, I alone have no decision-making power. The addition of new members must be discussed and determined by Fred and George. "Wright shook his head in mock regret.

But in fact, there is no such thing as a small group of three people. It is just a lie that was just spouted out of nonsense.

No, Wright thought, I'm just lying.

"But what I can confirm is that we have no plans to recruit ghost members yet." Wright sighed.

"Can't you write to Fred and George?" Peeves asked Wright, "Maybe they will agree to my joining you?"

This must be nonsense! Wright cursed, "Those two guys won't reject you if they reject everyone in the school, right?"

"Well," Wright pondered for a moment. For a while, he couldn't think of any better reason for rejection. "Then I'll write and ask! But you also saw Peeves, the one who just sent the letter The owl is already so tired, let’s let it rest for a while.”

Peeves turned to look at Errol, who was still resting on the window, and nodded reluctantly.

Although Peeves smashes windows, breaks vases, knocks over potions, and throws them around, he is a good ghost who can be considerate of people, no, the size of an owl.

…

The summer vacation time passed little by little, and the owl Errol once again brought back a reply from the twins.

To Wright's surprise, Fred and George agreed to Peeves' application to join the group without any hesitation.

Although the twins themselves were puzzled by this small group of three people who appeared inexplicably in Wright's mouth, in any case, in the eyes of Fred and George, being able to get closer to Peeves was the best, and the worst was the worst. Can you learn some destruction experience from it?

July arrived unknowingly, and passed through most of it silently.

Wright gradually completed the task of cleaning and sorting out the abandoned classrooms on the fifth floor of the castle. Looking at the classrooms that were once again clean and tidy, Wright felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.

The only thing that made Wright feel a little regretful was that no one seemed to be using the fifth floor. Firstly, everyone is familiar with the original classroom location. Secondly, although the fifth floor has become clean and tidy again, there is still a lack of related supporting facilities.

After all, Wright can't re-build two bathrooms on the fifth floor, can he?