Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 11 Reminiscence

Peter took the time to explain to the students how this magic works.

After most of the students had a general understanding, Peter began to teach them to engrave the target object in their minds.

This is the most critical and cumbersome link in this technology.

To engrave an object, the premise is to create a magical space with a high enough concentration of magic power.

Peter decided to start with the most basic skills.

He gave each student a shallow teacup filled with a little water.

He then asked the students to point their wands at the water, trying to focus the magic on the center of the cup.

Clear water can serve as an indicator. If the magic power is successfully gathered, there will be circles of ripples on the water surface.

Peter didn't expect the students to quickly master such profound magic in the first class.

Moans and sighs filled the room as the students spent 40 minutes in vain brooding over the water.

Harry's glasses were knocked off three times by the teacup because of his concentration.

Ron blushed, and the eyes staring at the tip of the wand had become crossed, but he didn't see half a ripple except that the wand accidentally poked the water.

Seamus Finnigan did not learn his lesson. He was anxiously poking the air above the water with his wand again and again. Fortunately, the clear water would not explode.

Peter wandered around the classroom, calmly correcting students' erroneous postures and occasionally highlighting common problems.

"Use magic to feel it," Peter said softly, "feel the veins of magic flowing in the body, and gather this power at the tip of the wand."

"Ahem." Umbridge coughed twice.

Ever since she saw that the students were not doing well, her gloating smile widened.

"Okay, that's it, arms relaxed—"

"Ahem!" Umbridge's fake cough became louder.

"What's your question, Ms Umbridge?" Peter asked impatiently.

Peter hadn't bothered to talk to her at all, but her fake cough disrupted the students' concentration.

"I've never heard of the kind of stuff you're teaching, and it's clearly not within the Ministry of Magic's syllabus," said Umbridge.

"Maybe, it's just because you're too ignorant." Peter replied sarcastically.

In fact, this kind of magic is Peter's exclusive invention, and no one has ever heard of it. He said this just to piss off Umbridge.

He couldn't be bothered to maintain a superficial politeness with the pink toad.

He has always been courteous and courteous when dealing with friends.

But when dealing with enemies, he will also ruthlessly cynicize and even use force.

During his undercover career, he had to put on an air of cowardice, being polite, even bowing, to the Death Eaters.

So after that, he was completely tired of living in a mask.

"Peter Peddyway, I think you're just a liar," said Umbridge. "There's no such thing as 'imprinting' magic, as if your deeds of glory were actually fabricated by you."

At this moment, Hermione's excited voice sounded.

"Professor Peddie! Look!"

Peter left Umbridge and walked quickly to Hermione's side.

A few ripples appeared on the surface of the water pointed by the tip of Hermione's staff.

If you look closely, you can still see a few tiny silver-white substances floating between her wand and the water surface.

The students got out of their seats to see Hermione's results, and Hermione was so excited that she couldn't breathe.

Although it is only an extremely weak magic space, it is still a good start.

"Very good, very good," Peter said approvingly, "This is a miniature magic space, but it's not enough, it's still far from being enough for engraving."

Umbridge pushed through the crowd and walked over, studying Hermione's teacup carefully.

"What's the use of this thing?" She raised her head and said, "Peddie, I don't see the point of you teaching students this."

Peter's face darkened, and he said loudly: "There is not much time left in today's class, now let me answer two questions from Ms Umbridge."

"First, is this magic useful?"

"Second, did I defeat Voldemort."

Hearing the name "Voldemort", everyone shivered, but Peter pretended not to see it.

With a vigorous wave of his wand, the air in the entire classroom was instantly compressed, and everyone was shrouded in a silver-white border.

Umbridge panicked and ran to the edge of the magical space, but the space was almost as large as the classroom and there wasn't enough room for her to get out.

Her struggle only disturbed the silver thread of the border, stirring up waves of ripples.

Then Peter pressed his wand to his temple.

Slowly he drew his wand outward, and a silver-blue substance that was neither gas nor liquid was drawn from his temple and hung from the tip of his wand.

He flicked his wand again, and the silver-blue substance turned into a gleaming silver mist, gradually drifting into the magic space.

No one knew what he was doing, every eye was fixed on the drifting mist.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in everyone's mind.

"Avada Kedavra!" cried Voldemort in a high, grim voice.

A green light flashed, but Albus Dumbledore turned and disappeared into thin air.

Young Peter Peddylu struggled to get up from the ground and picked up the dropped wand.

His face was bloodied and he had received a severe blow to the head.

There were many people lying on the ground, including Aurors and Death Eaters.

Dumbledore reappeared behind Voldemort, and with a wave of his wand conjured a water prison, trapping Voldemort.

Voldemort struggled in the water dungeon, but soon, he was about to use Apparition to escape.

At this moment, Peter raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort's back.

"Avada Kedavra!"

……

The scene disappeared, the magical space disappeared, and everyone's consciousness returned to reality.

Umbridge turned pale with fright, and asked tremblingly, "Just now... what was that just now?"

"This is reminiscence," Peter explained. "Extracting your own memory in the magic space allows everyone in this space to enter this memory."

"What you just saw is the scene where I killed Voldemort."

"I have not defeated him, my strength is far from being comparable to his."

"The only person who can stand up to Voldemort head-on is Albus Dumbledore, and I'm just playing the role of a dastardly sneak-raider."

"As I said, there is no honor on a real battlefield, and neither did I, and Voldemort died from a blow in the back."

"Okay, this lesson is over here, I hope you remember: be ready anytime, anywhere."

The students stood up from their seats one after another, discussing the magic that Professor Peddie just cast and the battle scene he showed.

Many people walked over and surrounded Peter, begging him with admiration for more details of the tragic decisive battle that year.

Peter humbly shied away while walking towards the door of the classroom.

Just then, amidst the chaos, came Umbridge's voice.

"Passed out!"

A red light shot straight at Peter's back.

But he pulled out the wand at his waist in an instant, and cast a silent armor charm, the movement was too fast for people to see clearly.

The red light bounced off an invisible barrier, shattering a golden globe.

Umbridge was overturned by the reaction force, and fell to the ground with his limbs spread out, just like a toad stretching its legs.

Her head hit the table leg with a thud, and the pink bow fell off her head.

Some of the students were surprised, and some couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked sharply, condescendingly.

"I just want to see if you're ready anytime..." said Umbridge weakly.

She wanted to make a fool of Peter, but she didn't expect to make herself a lot of embarrassment instead.

Now Dolores Umbridge made one thing clear: the new Professor Peddielo was no slouch.

(End of this chapter)