Chapter 210 Explosion

The fat lady's eyes were already turning white.

Even if it is a painting, it will still hurt!

Eventually, she fainted and fell into the frame, her body twitching from time to time.

Peeves laughed happily, and the fat woman who said bad things about him fainted! This is really great!

But it didn't last long before its face drooped.

Because it realizes something very important.

Without the Fat Lady, it seemed even more impossible to enter the Gryffindor common room.

"Damn it... get up!" Peeves roared angrily and slapped the picture frame with his hand. The picture frame shook violently and made a "bang bang bang" sound as it was being hit, as if it was about to fall off the wall at any time.

But the Fat Lady couldn't respond to it at all.

It clearly remembered that after the house elf was cast with this curse, it was willing to offer its loyalty to that student!

Why did it just make the damn painting faint!

This isn't magic!

Peeves was furious.

What a chance to take revenge on the little wizard!

The angry Peeves brought his armor and smashed it against the Fat Lady's portrait.

But the fat lady still closed her eyes tightly and looked like she was asleep.

After smashing it for a long time, Peeves was panting. He was obviously very tired. Peeves, who had lost much strength, looked at the wand in his hand and became even more unhappy.

"What kind of broken wand is this? It's of no use at all!" it roared, waving the wand like a baton, colorful magic light emerged from the top of the wand, and messy magic spells fell around, and the fat lady was also The curse struck again.

What hit her was a fire spell. The flame was orange-red. It was only a little bit at first, but it quickly spread after touching the oil painting. With the momentum of not giving up until everything was burned, the entire wall was burned. .

Countless animals emerged from the sea of ​​fire, ranging from badgers to lions. The flames seemed to be alive, flying towards objects that could be ignited.

The first thing to suffer was the windows. The high temperature and the cold outside just met each other, and the glass couldn't bear it and exploded.

The sound of shattering sound spread far along the corridor.

"Haha! The window exploded, the window exploded!" Peeves danced excitedly, completely unaware of when the Fat Lady quietly disappeared from the frame.

Naturally, the magic spell issued from the wand was more than just a fire spell. There was a huge explosion and ripples on the castle walls. It was the castle's own protective magic that resisted these attacks.

Although it is a castle that has existed for more than a thousand years, its original builders obviously put some thought into it. At least this round of explosions did not cause the walls to be blown apart, but only stirred up a lot of smoke and dust.

The castle that had not survived the attack was covered by the spell again before it could breathe a sigh of relief.

No one thought that Peeves' spell would be instantaneous. It was fast and urgent. Although the accuracy was questionable, it was quite powerful.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Peeves was surprisingly angry, because his attack was actually blocked, even though it looked like such a powerful curse!

As a result, it, which was originally confused, instantly fell into anger, and launched an attack on the castle with an even faster casting speed.

It was under such circumstances that Principal Dumbledore came to the corridor in front of the Fat Lady's portrait on the eighth floor.

It was obvious that he had just been woken up from bed. Principal Dumbledore was still wearing his violet pajamas, but his eyes were very clear, and his expression when looking at Peeves was extremely serious.

Headmaster Dumbledore frowned.

Although Peeves is the collective evil thoughts of the little wizards in the entire castle, it is the thinking of a child after all, and it is destructive, but how crazy it is...

That's not enough.

Its current state is clearly not normal.

Without thinking any further, Principal Dumbledore raised his wand.

If Peeves continues to attack, no one knows whether it will blow up the castle.

The wand touched the curtain hanging on the window, and as his lips trembled, the transformation spell was finished, and the curtain turned into a long rope and quickly rushed towards Peeves.

To be able to survive a fire like that, this curtain must be lucky... that's pretty strong.

But this good luck was interrupted by Peeves.

I don't know how it did it at all. As the wand danced, the long rope broke into several sections, fell to the ground, and turned into a curtain again.

Then a white light emitted from the top of the staff, heading straight towards Principal Dumbledore.

Squinting his eyes, a transparent air shield appeared in front of Mr. Principal. It was a small piece that could just resist the spell, but Peeves was not a little wizard who could only release one spell at a time.

Weird screams rang out, and the overwhelming magic shells covered the principal's front, back, left, and right.

Seeing this scene, even the principal couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

Hey, this amount is a violation!

Even if Mr. Principal doesn't know this way of complaining, he can't help but feel this way in his heart.

Is this really something a creature that has never learned magic can do?

Peeves, are you the remnant of an ancient wizard?

Fortunately, he is Principal Dumbledore after all. Even with this amount of curses, Mr. Principal, who has rich experience in group fights, even though he is no longer young, can still block it with great difficulty.

His magic power reserves are beyond the imagination of young wizards, and he is even more comfortable in using magic spells.

Just like the armor spell, ordinary wizards would be thankful if they could create an air barrier in front of themselves after graduation, but Mr. Principal can put seven of them around him.

He can even replace the barrier after it breaks.

This is already a trick to play the magic spell. If Robert sees this scene, he will inevitably mutter in his heart, how high the proficiency level needs to be!

Withstanding a round of indiscriminate bombardment, Mr. Principal was not idle either.

It is not without reason that Peeves respects Principal Dumbledore. He can cause harm to Peeves and make Peeves feel the breath of death.

But he obviously won't do that.

He used an older magic spell, whose main function was to trap evil spirits.

For Peeves, this may not necessarily work. After all, it can have a physical body. This highly targeted spell is almost helpless against physical evil spirits.

But just for a little while.

Peeves' attack stalled for a moment, and the headmaster had already prepared his own return gift.

[Sooth the soul].

It is obviously a magic spell that should have a great restraint effect on negative energy creatures, but it can make them feel the comfort of being ironed by hot water.

It's like taking a bath in a hot spring.

Peeves froze on the spot, dropped the wand in his hand, and rolled to the headmaster's feet.

Dumbledore bent down and picked up the wand. Before he could examine it carefully, a huge roar sounded, covering the headmaster's astonished face.