Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 108 Substitute Teacher
"So," Peter lowered his voice, "is it Severus Snape?"

Draco closed his eyes and shook his head frantically again.

"You can't tell who your persecutor is, or you and your family will be in danger, right?" Peter asked.

Draco nodded up and down, tears streaming from his eyes, his nose turning red from crying.

"Is it Albus Dumbledore persecuting you?" Peter said seriously.

Draco shook his head again. Of course, Peter knew that Dumbledore could not be the one who persecuted Draco. He asked this question to observe Draco's expression, but he didn't find any obvious hints. It seems that Draco Raco had been bewitched by some sort of spell that made it absolutely impossible for him to tell the truth.

Peter stroked the top of his head reassuringly, "We can protect you, and if you want, your family can also be protected, no matter if the other party is the Dark Lord or the Minister of Magic, or the principal or the dean, no matter how powerful the other party is , No matter how powerful you are, I will stand by your side..."

Peter's words elicited a great reaction, Draco fell to his knees, howled, and kissed Peter's boots with his pale lips, Peter quickly pulled Draco up, and dragged him to the nearest soft sofa, letting him He calms down a little.

"Professor..." he was finally able to speak, "I... these few months... I'm so scared..."

"Is it Professor Snape you're most afraid of?" Peter asked in a leading tone.

"No...not!" Draco ran his hands through his hair.

"Then Mr. Crouch? I think the time is right." Peter asked reluctantly.

"No!" he screamed, "please, Professor Pedillo, stop asking, I can't tell, even if you tortured me with the Cruciatus Curse, if I could, I would I'd rather...it's too painful..."

"Draco, no matter how you deny it, this matter must have something to do with Voldemort," Peter said calmly, "If you are in danger, please use ouroboros to contact me in time, and since you have joined the Dark Arts Defense Club, then you must work hard to learn some skills to protect yourself."

Draco sobbed and nodded, "Professor...that's why I accumulated some points before Christmas..."

"As long as you have the heart," Peter waved his wand, conjuring a handkerchief as big as a tablecloth, and stuffed it into Draco's hand, "Tears are useless in the face of evil, come on, wipe your tears Bar."

Draco hilariously hugged a bandanna and buried his face in it. After a while, he finally stopped crying, and Peter escorted him back to the Slytherin common room. Under the lights of the underground corridor, Draco's The eyes were swollen like two peaches.

The weekend slipped away in a subtle tension, and now Hogwarts Castle is populated by dozens of sentry roosters, caged roosters guarding all the plumbing entrances and every human coming and going corridor.

Hagrid was in charge of looking after the cocks, and he had a great time doing this job, especially when Madame Maxime was with him. He was so happy that he was about to fly. Humming a little love song in his throat, those who didn't know thought he was on vacation.

There are surprisingly many teachers patrolling the corridors. Like Peter, Professor McGonagall often follows Harry not too far away. On weekends, Harry hid the golden eggs in his schoolbag and sneaked to every tower of the castle. Unleash piercing screams in different directions, trying to solve the mystery of the golden egg, and it's all in vain, obviously.

At breakfast on Monday, Dumbledore made an announcement.

"Starting today, Potions class has resumed. I am honored to invite back our Professor Slughorn as a substitute teacher!"

There was a lot of talk in the Great Hall, especially at the Slytherin table, where students were discussing the possibility of Professor Slughorn returning as Headmaster.

"Of course, due to physical reasons, Professor Slughorn is unlikely to teach for a long time. He was a little late this morning and has no time for breakfast. He will go directly to the classroom, so the first class in the morning is Potions class. Classmates, you can go to the Potions classroom and wait."

Dumbledore sat down and continued to enjoy his breakfast happily. Peter glanced at Snape. He looked very unhappy, and he didn't know whether it was because the full moon was approaching or the snake's poisonous curse. Mr. Crouch was equally haggard.

"There were three attacks in the school, how could Professor Slughorn be willing to come back to take over?" Peter said to Dumbledore, "Didn't he resign because of the Dark Mark on the Quidditch World Cup?"

Dumbledore smiled slyly, "Who made Horace unable to resist the temptation?"

"What temptation?"

"Harry Potter, the son of prophecy who was destined to defeat the Dark Lord; Christine Evan, a Muggle born to dominate Slytherin House, Horace didn't even notice them before!"

"There is also Severus, one of the few wizards in the world who can brew wolf's poison potion, of course, more importantly - Horace has been blaming himself for the tragedy that happened to him for many years; finally you , Peter... If Horace’s hobby is collecting students, then you are the jewel in his collection, how could he give up the good opportunity to get closer to you?”

Peter frowned, "Is it really okay for you to tell Professor Slughorn so many things?"

Dumbledore took a sip of pumpkin juice, "I may be exaggerating in saying this, Horace is a person who is good at enjoying life and being good at saving his life - in other words, a standard Slytherin, but I know he has a heart The balance of right and wrong, he will never vote for Voldemort's camp."

"As for Severus' werewolf disease, Horace himself, as the head of Slytherin House, was actually clear about it. He never forgot about it, nor forgot about this student. He is a How can a teacher, who takes pleasure in collecting students, watch such an excellent student disappear and remain indifferent?"

"Severus wasn't a member of the Slug Club," Peter said.

Dumbledore's expression became serious: "This actually made Horace even more regretful. A gifted student was in front of him once, but he didn't notice it. Afterwards, the student miraculously returned, but he was about to leave soon. , such a story, he can't refuse..."

Peter was a little shocked, "Did you tell Professor Slughorn about Severus' dying? This...Professor McGonagall doesn't even know about it!"

"Yes, I told Horace exactly what happened, and I hope he knows why I need a substitute teacher so badly, and more importantly..."

Dumbledore paused, lowered his voice, and whispered in Peter's ear, "Horace is the only one who knows the number of Voldemort's Horcruxes."

(End of this chapter)