Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 102 Lily's Heart

There was nothing particularly new happening at the castle for the next few days, and the first Defense Against the Dark Arts club meeting wasn't until Saturday night.

Winter was far from over, and a few blizzards had turned the castle into a chocolate cake covered in buttercream, and Hagrid's Hut and Dragon Arena were dotted around like two gingerbread sprinkles.

There was almost no one on the field, the snow was covered with snow and no one touched it, only the footprints left by the students were engraved on the road leading to Hagrid's hut and the greenhouse. I also have to accept the fact that my skills are not as good as people's.

Sirius, who lived in the Dragon Arena, was not idle, and Peter told him everything, including the house-elf who appeared on the first night of school, which Sirius found suspicious, because often only the old pure-blood families To have house elves as servants.

"If you're sure what you saw wasn't Kreacher..." Sirius was walking side by side with Peter in the corridor on the fourth floor of the castle, checking every little-known secret passage.

"Of course not, Kreacher wanted to fold himself in half when he saw me, and besides, I didn't see that house elf with white hair growing out of his ears," Peter said.

Sirius frowned, and tapped a gap in a pair of armor with his wand, and Peeves flew out from it. He wanted to put a plate of cookies on Sirius' head, but Sirius had quick eyesight, and used a The Feilai Curse resolved the crisis.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see the Honorable Professor just now." Peeves bowed hypocritically to Peter, and then he disappeared through the ceiling.

Peter and Sirius walked up to the statue of the hunchbacked one-eyed witch, and Sirius sat on the base of the statue and ate half of the cookies Peeves had stolen from the kitchen.

"Separate left and right," Peter said.

The statue of the hunchbacked one-eyed witch rumbled apart, revealing a secret passage that was rarely visited by raiders as a schoolboy, leading to Honeydukes in Hogsmeade, when Sirius couldn't get to Hogsmeade Parents in the village signed it, and he slipped out of the school from here.

Peter opened the magic space near the secret passage, and found nothing abnormal. He conjured up a miniature version of the fire dragon and ordered it to fly into the passage to investigate, but it found nothing along the way.

"Perhaps Voldemort managed to sneak into the school by appearing with the house-elves," said Sirius.

"Impossible," said Peter, "Voldemort's ignorance of house-elf magic."

"Then we have to be more vigilant, if Voldemort instructs a house-elf who can apparate in the castle to murder Harry..."

"Yes, so I would like Harry to protect himself, at least from Voldemort's servants, Sirius, and I would like you to attend the first Defense Against the Dark Arts club meeting on Saturday."

Sirius put down his plate and stood up happily, "What? I can participate in the assembly? That's great. I've been too bored recently. I'm not patrolling or playing wizard chess every day. Voldemort's cowardly servants don't come to fight with me. "

"Well, I don't think Severus will be here at the weekend," Peter said worriedly.

Seeing Peter's expression, Sirius' face also turned cold, "What's the matter with him?"

Peter recounted what he heard in the principal's office. Sirius had a complicated expression on his face, "...It sounds painful..." He muttered, and then they quickly changed the topic in tacit agreement and continued Patrol to the fifth floor.

Peter was pretty sure Snape couldn't have attended the first Defense Against the Dark Arts meeting, because Dumbledore had even suspended his usual Potions class, which was part of the headmaster's powers, and Snape had told him at breakfast Dumbledore protested, but the students were happy to avoid the cold of the dungeon in a cold blizzard and the long and difficult treatise on potions.

Now Dumbledore forces Snape to accept Fox's treatment twice a day, and the rest of the time he must rest. The risk of being deducted points has increased significantly.

"Roger Davies! Don't pull out your wand in the hallway, ten points from Ravenclaw!" Snape's neck was less swollen, his breathing was no longer so difficult, and his temper was relieved due to illness and being beaten by Dumbledore. The relationship between Lido's suspension became worse, so his tone of reprimanding students became more terrifying.

"Professor, Bulstrode said Fleur was a haughty cow—"

"What's going on?" Snape narrowed his eyes, and strode towards Davis, looking like a werewolf biting the throat of his prey, "It seems that you have practiced the Disarming Curse well during this period, and you can even I did it to my classmates in the corridor."

"No no, I—" Roger Davies pocketed his wand flushed, gave up his excuses, and ran out of the foyer just in time before being locked up. Snape looked sternly at Bull again. Strode, who hastily got into the crowd.

Peter came down the stairs with Andonova's black book, just passing the foyer, he saw Snape standing in the shadow cast by the castle wall, gloomily looking not far away, rushing to the protection of magical creatures class Harry.

Peter stuffed the Black Book into his robes and walked towards Snape.

"Severus, I remember Dumbledore asking you to rest," Peter said.

"I've been lying down long enough." He said in a low voice, "Dumbledore thinks that not only can I not teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but now even Potions class has been suspended, and he is looking for a substitute teacher these days. "

"Substitute teacher?"

"Yes, and then I could probably be Dumbledore's pet," Snape said sarcastically.

Scabbers poked his head out of Peter's pocket very inappropriately, and squeaked twice, protesting the cold air in the hall.

"You are seriously injured. I think you should take a good rest. What Dumbledore did is for your own good." Peter said earnestly while scratching Scabbers' head gently with his fingers.

"Doing nothing will not ease my pain, and after that I have infinite time to rest." His black eyes were still looking at Harry who had gone away, and sure enough, as Dumbledore expected, he understood everything himself.

Peter took out a small crystal vial from the bosom of his robes, he didn't know why he kept carrying it with him, as if it was just for this moment, he handed the crystal vial towards Snape.

"Think of it as a belated Christmas present," Peter said with a smile.

Snape turned his head, looked at Peter suspiciously, and hesitantly took it with two fingers of his left hand. He stared at the bottle of colorless potion, as if examining whether this was another vicious joke.

"I know it can't be stronger than Phoenix's tears, but Lily told me that this is the best antidote she has ever brewed, and I think she prepared it for you."

Snape squeezed the crystal bottle and said nothing, his face became paler than usual.

(End of this chapter)