Peeves picked up a stink bomb that was spewing green smoke, as if blowing the horn of chaos.
"Take that, you little brats!" Peeves shrieked, hurling the stink bomb with all his might toward the table where the Golden Trio sat.
"Protego!" Hermione reacted the fastest, her wand snapping up. An invisible barrier formed just in time, barely deflecting the stink bomb, which dripped with some unknown green, viscous liquid.
Boom!
The stink bomb missed its target but landed squarely on a table filled with Beauxbatons' exquisite desserts.
A thick green smoke, reeking of a mix between rotten onions and stinky socks, exploded instantly. Sticky slime splattered across the faces of several Beauxbatons girls who had been elegantly enjoying macarons nearby.
"Mon Dieu!" screams erupted.
Their delicate makeup and gorgeous silk robes were instantly stained with a grotesque green color, and the stench nearly made them faint.
But that was only the beginning.
Peeves, delighted by his "masterpiece," somersaulted in the air, the bells on his hat jingling wildly.
"Fantastic! Fantastic! More! Lord Peeves loves it!"
He shrieked as his hands spun like a whirlwind, scooping up prank items from the table and hurling them at everyone without restraint.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Several "sticky bubblegum bombs" were hurled toward the area where the Durmstrang students were gathered.
The small pink balls violently expanded upon contact with the floor or a person, turning into large, gooey wads of bubblegum that firmly glued several burly Durmstrang students—who were trying to use Cleaning Charms—to the ground. They couldn't move, only curse angrily in accented English.
Splat—!
A row of "self-propelling ink pens" was flung out by Peeves like darts.
They landed precisely in the back collars of Hogwarts robes and the carefully styled hair buns of Beauxbatons girls, then began spraying thick black ink in every direction.
In an instant, the Great Hall was raining ink, with screams and angry shouts echoing throughout the space.
Buzz buzz buzz—!
A swarm of "biting fake cockroaches" was released, flapping their noisy wings and diving straight for students' exposed wrists and ankles.
Though not painful, the ticklish sensation and sudden fright triggered a wave of startled screams across the Great Hall.
Crackle! Pop!
Colorful fireworks ignited by Peeves zipped through the air at low altitude, flying around like out-of-control firecrackers.
They trailed colorful tails, striking chandelier decorations, flying past students' heads, and even burrowing into the wide sleeves of Beauxbatons girls before exploding in small, harmless but startling puffs of colored smoke.
The entire Hogwarts Great Hall was completely engulfed in an unprecedented vortex of chaos unleashed by Peeves!
Where was the elegance and composure of the three schools' students now?
Everyone was dashing about, trying to dodge falling prank items or frantically scrubbing off bubblegum, ink, and the ever-present, nauseating green stench clinging to them.
Food was trampled, drinks spilled, and the exquisite decorations were blackened by fireworks or knocked over entirely. Screams, laughter—mostly from unaffected students enjoying the madness—shouts, and Peeves's maniacal cackling all blended into a deafening uproar.
"Catch him!"
"Cleaning Charm! Scourgify! Damn it, it's useless!"
"My new robes!"
"Who stepped on my foot?!"
"George! Fred! Do something!" Lee Jordan shouted at the twins while awkwardly ducking a rogue quill that was spraying ink at him.
George and Fred exchanged a glance—and in the next instant, their eyes gleamed with a fire even more intense than Peeves's.
"Merlin's lace stockings!" Fred exclaimed, grabbing George's shoulder. "This is simply... amazing!"
"Unprecedented! Epic chaos!" George's voice trembled with excitement.
He looked around at the disheveled, frustrated students running about, unable to vent their anger—and a brilliant idea suddenly struck him. "Peeves! You genius!"
"Now's not the time to praise him, brother!" Fred suddenly pulled out his wand, a slightly crazed grin spreading across his face.
Ignoring the ink splattered across the table, he leapt onto it, pointed his wand at his throat, and casually cast a Sonorus Charm:
"Students, are you tired of Peeves's bullying? Still angry with no way to fight back? The Weasley Twins proudly present—Counterattack Time!"
"Free ammunition! Limited time only!"
George followed up immediately, ignoring the sunflower still squirming and singing in his pocket. He pulled out several crystal vials and dumped a pile of items from them.
Fred, meanwhile, used his wand to summon box after box of brightly colored trinkets, tossing them energetically into the crowd.
"Catch! It's time to fight back!"
Whoosh!
Students instinctively caught the flying boxes. Upon opening them, they found:
"Portable Bubblegum Sticky Bombs" (small in size, strong adhesion, temporarily sticks Peeves or anything he throws when used).
"Rainbow Ink Counterattack Balls" (explode into harmless, colorful, easily washable ink upon hitting a target)
"Farting Gnome Grenades" (pull the pin and throw—releases a swarm of buzzing rubber gnomes that make comical farting noises, disrupting vision)
"Harmless Stink Smoke Bombs" (pungent but non-toxic, similar to Peeves's stink bombs, just more colorful)
"Yeah! Counterattack!" someone shouted, instantly igniting the crowd's emotions.
Their suppressed frustration and mischievous instincts erupted all at once. The Hogwarts students were the first to move—they were already far too familiar with this kind of "battle."
The Durmstrang students treated it like a brawl, hurling "Bubblegum Sticky Bombs" with precision at Peeves's flight path.
Even the usually elegant Beauxbatons girls, now with their robes stained in ink, couldn't tolerate it anymore. They waved their wands, freezing the flying ink pens with Freezing Charms, then picked up "Rainbow Ink Counterattack Balls" and hurled them fiercely at the arrogant figure in the air.
"There is a package for you, from Ron Weasley!" Ron laughed as he accurately threw a "Farting Gnome Grenade" toward Peeves's feet.
Pffft pffft pffft pffft!
The Farting Gnomes burst out instantly, buzzing around Peeves with nonstop farting noises, completely disrupting his vision.
"Whoa! Little bugs! Annoying!" Peeves shrieked, swatting wildly, but his face showed nothing but unprecedented excitement.
The chaos escalated—this was no longer one-sided bullying, but an evenly matched contest.
"Haha! Good shot! Again!" Peeves rolled nimbly through the air, dodging several incoming "Rainbow Ink Balls." With a flick of his wrist, he snatched one of the twins' "Harmless Stink Smoke Bombs" and tossed it back.
Boom!
A puff of pink smoke exploded around a group of Beauxbatons girls. Though it didn't smell, the smoke left them looking like they'd fallen into a vat of strawberry jam.
"Use this against him!" a Durmstrang student shouted, sticking a "Portable Bubblegum Sticky Bomb" onto a flying firework. The firework, dragging the sticky bomb behind it, veered erratically through the air toward Peeves.
"Wow! New game!"
Peeves narrowly dodged and, learning from the students' tactics, grabbed a sticky bomb and attached it to the back of a flying ink pen. The pen shot through the air like a missile, aimed at a group of Gryffindor boys.
The entire Great Hall had now become a wild prop-filled battlefield.
Colorful smoke bombs exploded in bursts, rainbow ink painted strange patterns in the air, sticky bombs flew in all directions, and farting gnomes buzzed chaotically.
Food and drinks were long forgotten. Tables and chairs became makeshift cover as students formed spontaneous teams, covering one another while bombarding Peeves with "Weasley ammunition."
Beauxbatons' elegance had vanished, Durmstrang's composure lay in ruins, and the Hogwarts students fully unleashed their "battle-hardened" dodging skills, weaving nimbly through the wreckage.
Just as the chaos reached its peak, with the "battle" between both sides at its most intense and countless props flying crisscross through the air...
Creak—!
The heavy doors of the Great Hall swung open without warning.
A "Farting Gnome Grenade," just thrown by Malfoy and wrapped in thick layers of bubblegum sticky bombs, veered wildly off course due to excessive force. It shot straight toward the entrance—precisely where the four Heads of House and two Headmasters had just stepped into the hall.
Every student who witnessed the scene gasped, their excitement instantly turning to horror.
Even Peeves froze mid-air, the eyes beneath his jingling bell-hat going wide.
The "Farting Gnome Grenade," sticky bombs and all, completed a dramatic arc through the air—and landed directly, and perfectly, in Snape's outstretched hand.
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