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Chapter 120 Prank Countermeasure Plan!
For fifth-year students, the OWLs exam is the heaviest lock.

The lock was opened, but the results were not released yet - during this time, except for some guys who were worried about their results, everyone else started to enjoy themselves.

There are no classes, no final exams, no homework, and the professors basically don't care anymore. The OWLs that have been weighing them down for a whole year are also over, so what else is there to say? Just keep on playing the music and dancing!
Dido is one of these students. As a fifth-year Gryffindor, he has been holding back for too long. If he hadn't considered staying in school for another two years, he would have wanted to tear up his books and notes and throw them out of the classroom to relax - fifth year is too hard...

"What should I do this afternoon? Should I try to hook up with Sheila? Or go to the Black Lake and play cards with them? Or maybe borrow... Merlin's beard!"

He suddenly noticed that there were seven or eight people standing in the corridor, singing in unison.

"Peeves is a stupid elf, short and fat, grab his head and gag him, and when he starts to shimmer he'll scream, kick him and send him flying, he's a stupid elf, yes that's right, grab his head and gag him and kick him and send him flying!"

'Sounds like that nursery rhyme... No, what do they want?'

Dido was stunned by the familiar tune (Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme - I am a Little Teapot), and then he immediately realized something was wrong.

Damn it, you seventh grade bastards, if you were going to fight Peeves, you should have told me first!

Cursing inwardly, he rushed downstairs - don't let the blood splatter on me!
Sure enough, when he rushed to the stairs, Peeves appeared with his unique smirk. Dido ran and cursed, and found that Peeves took out an absurd number of dung bombs and threw them at those guys.

'Don't get into that special state again, or you're done for today!'

Although his mind told him to run, his Gryffindor nature made him stop at the stairs - Dido, who had put on the Bubble Head Curse, found that those people put the Bubble Head Curse on him almost in an instant, and his robe was changed into a raincoat.

"I'll get one too. If that doesn't work, I'll use Transfiguration..."

This idea suddenly popped up in his mind. Dido thought about it and thought it was feasible. Then he rushed to the lounge quickly - the holiday was great, but playing a trick on Peeves seemed to be fun too...

Anyway, he has nothing to do these days, so at most he can go to the hospital and lie in bed for a few days. It's better than regretting it later!
In less than ten minutes, Dido, fully equipped, rushed out of the lounge with the bubble head curse on his head, and the two people who stayed in the dormitory came out with him.

"hurry up!"

The roommates were even more anxious than Dido, and they didn’t even put on their raincoats properly - the Armor Spell was very difficult to learn, but this thing was easy.

"Third floor!"

Several people rushed over excitedly and found the legendary pitcher Peeves and his target.

"Prepare!"

However, the roommate who was running in front had just raised his wand when he was hit by a silent flash of light. The wand almost instantly flew out of his hand and fell into the hands of the seventh grader with a stern look on his face.

"You can participate, but if anyone dares to cast a spell, be careful or I'll beat them up!"

What else can we do if we don't cast spells! We are wizards who have graduated from the fifth grade, not baboons waving their fists!
But this obviously could not be said to the seventh graders who were about to graduate, so they had no choice but to lower their heads, think for a while and decide to join in - if they didn't want to cast a spell, then they wouldn't, just wait and see what the seventh graders would do.

But the results were not encouraging - the seventh grade routine is... let it fall.

The tune that cursed Peeves did not stop until all his dung bombs were used up. If there was anything new, it was that the tune had gone through several versions and became a tune that imitated Mary Had a Little Lamb, saying that Peeves had a stupid brain. Peeves looked at the other students in frustration, screamed and left, and no one knew where he was going to get his things.

"Success, keep provoking, it's best to pull it firmly to this layer, and of course, make sure there are no accidental interruptions to other layers! Don't clean it up, we can't let it notice that we need to take responsibility!"

The seventh graders said something that Dido didn't understand, which made Dido, who was just following them to avoid them, quite dissatisfied - so you guys just want to make Peeves tired?

But curiosity overcame dissatisfaction, and Dido ultimately chose not to leave, and his roommate made the same choice.

About five minutes later, or even less, the angry Peeves arrived with another bag of dung bombs - the students even sang under the Bubblehead Curse, just hiding for a while.

Soon, another bag of dung bombs was used up.

After about three rounds, Peeves, having thrown away all his dung bombs, left and never returned.

The corridor was already a mess at this moment, but Dido clearly saw that the students around him did not look disappointed at all, but were filled with joy instead.

"It works, it works! Give the others a shout!"

They cheered—in a way that Dido could never understand.

But soon everyone figured out a little clue.

Because most of the seventh grade students joined in, everyone was madly provoking and mocking Peeves, but they were determined not to take action.

Occasionally, lower-grade students who wanted to sneak in would try to take action, but they would be directly controlled and warned to leave. In this state, Peeves could only throw countless dung bombs and then leave amid the ridicule.

All light and movable items were moved by the students and hidden in the common rooms of each house this weekend - brooms, chalk, mops, and even trash cans were cleaned out.

During their long confinement, they had already become familiar with every aspect of the castle - the only weapon left to Peeves now was the dung bomb.

It's not that there aren't cheaper, less powerful weapons, but dung bombs are one of the weapons that Peeves use most frequently for pranks - they're not meant to reduce Peeves' aggressiveness, but to make them bored.

That’s right, repeated pranks and no positive feedback – that’s the twins’ plan.

It's known that Peeves becomes stronger the more he is attacked, and after much speculation, a new conclusion has been reached: the stronger the prank, the stronger Peeves - but what about the opposite?

There was no point in simply clearing out the inventory - if Peeves wanted to, he could even take apart the tables in the house and use them as props for pranks, but what about the dung bombs?

If everything goes as expected, when it gets tired and the power of mischief fades, will it be too weak to dismantle those large objects?
But the conditions of the plan are limited - even if it starts in the afternoon, the cafeteria must be closed before dinner because the food in the cafeteria cannot be cleaned up and teachers and students from other grades must also eat there. This is the most fatal weakness.

But the feeling of powerlessness brought by repeated pranks without feedback was stronger than many people imagined - around four o'clock in the afternoon, Peeves, with a disappointed look on his face, threw the last dung bomb to the mocking song, and then ran away screaming.

(End of this chapter)