Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 112 The Call of Ouroboros
Peter had been waiting at the door of Professor Slughorn's office for less than 10 minutes before he saw him waddling down the corridor.

"Peter?" he asked in surprise as he tapped the door with his wand drunkenly.

Without any explanation, Peter squeezed into the room and shut himself with Professor Slughorn.

"Professor, I want to talk to you."

"Of course...Of course..." He sat on the chair with a smile on his face, stroking his big belly with his hands.

"Do you remember your favorite student—Tom Riddle?"

Even though he was very drunk, the smile on his face froze visible to the naked eye, "What?" he asked evasively.

"Tom Riddle."

"No, no, don't ask me this, Peter, I forgot, I forgot all... well, please go to bed early..."

But Peter insisted: "Tom Riddle has a new name in the future, V—"

"do not talk!"

"—Old Demon." He insisted, "I wonder if he asked you about Horcruxes back then."

"No, please Peter, I forgot all about it, I'm an old man, very old..."

Peter thought that drunk Slughorn would speak better, but he was wrong. He stepped forward, rolled up his left sleeve, and showed Slughorn the Dark Mark on his left forearm. The reporter shook his head and hid behind the chair.

"In the dark age when Voldemort's power was at its peak, when the Dark Mark appeared in the sky, it meant that someone had been killed. After that, the corpse of the deceased would be made into a rotten corpse to protect his Horcrux. I have seen it with my own eyes. Those Yin corpses, their skin is torn apart, and the pale internal organs flow out of their stomachs..."

"Enough!" cried Slughorn. "My dear Peter, enough... I don't want to hear any more..."

"He also led a group of Death Eaters - of course, I was one of them. Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange tortured the crazy Longbottoms with the Cruciatus Curse, and I also witnessed it Having seen this scene, I was tortured by Voldemort myself, and the pain is indescribable."

"Peter, please forgive me..."

But Peter was unmoved. He tapped his wand on the Transfiguration left arm, and it disappeared, leaving only the empty sleeve hanging down to Slughorn's knee.

"In this very castle on Christmas Day, I met a young Tom Riddle," he said, pointing at the ground with his wand. When I was 'Professor Peddie', I was as bewitched by him as you were, and the price was my entire left arm, which was burned alive by Fiendfire..."

Peter's story was mostly true, only some details were false, and in order to persuade Slughorn, he deliberately made the matter a little more tragic than it really was.

Slughorn looked at Peter's sleeve, his eyes a little red.

"Peter, I think my confusion has done a lot of harm...much more than an arm..."

"Then, you can help us to make up for the previous mistakes. You also saw Severus tonight. I'm afraid you don't know that he was bitten by Voldemort's poisonous snake on the shoulder and is now being tortured by the black magic curse. There is not much left to live, and that is why Dumbledore invited you back."

"Actually, I...I know...poor Severus, that kind of thing happened to him when he was sixteen, and it's happening now."

Of course Peter knew that Slughorn already knew about it, but he could have said it more dramatically, more emotionally.

Professor Slughorn wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, "Severus is a student in my college, he is just withdrawn, I ignore his talent, dear Peter, I am such a snobby, vain People who ... if I had paid more attention, that event might not have happened at all."

"It's not too late, Severus is still alive, he was indeed bitten beyond recognition, but he is still alive. His wounds have deteriorated the other day, and when Dumbledore was treating him, I saw him screaming with his neck stuck , the eyeball protrudes from the eye socket..."

Peter told a new lie, as if Rita Skeeter was possessed, but his intentions were good, so it couldn't be a lie, yes, how could it be a lie?But he did call Snape stupid, and he could only hope that Slughorn would forget all about it in the morning.

His words had an effect, and Slughorn put a few fingers to his mouth with a look of resentment, as if transformed into a gigantic baby.

Peter chased after the victory: "Now you are the only one who can save him, defeat Voldemort before the curse spreads, and he will survive, you can help me, help Dumbledore, we need to know clues about the Horcrux, which is crucial to defeat Voldemort is crucial."

"Actually... I also want to help, but... it is said that in this castle..."

"You're afraid that Voldemort is rising and that he or his servants are going to hurt you, aren't you?"

Slughorn said nothing, but he looked terrified.

"Professor, I hope you will be brave. Please give us information about the Horcruxes. Turn Voldemort back into flesh and blood, and we will defeat him. I used the Avada Kedavra to kill him once, some time ago." God, I burned Tom Riddle with Fiendfire again."

There was a moment of silence, Peter and Slughorn looked at each other, Slughorn looked up, tears in the gap between his sagging lower eyelids and eyeballs, Peter knew that the other party needed a last push.

He waved the aspen wand leisurely in his hand, and Slughorn shivered. Then, the whole office was surrounded by blue flames. Seven statues of knights with shields held their swords in both hands and knelt on one knee. surrounded by two people.Near the ceiling, miniature fire dragons, thunderbirds, and phoenixes are flying up and down.

"This is... a magic engraving?" Slughorn tremblingly said, shocked by Peter's skill.

"Professor, the power of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​no longer weak." Peter's voice was firm, and the golden-red phoenix landed on his shoulder. "Now is not the era of Death Eaters."

Finally, Slughorn nodded, and he closed his eyes, tears streaming into his walrus beard, reflecting Fiercefire's blue light.

Peter tapped the tip of his wand on his temple. In the magic space, he saw the handsome young Tom Riddle bribe Slughorn with candied pineapples, and kissed a lot of flattery by the way, so he was in a good mood Slughorn taught him about Horcruxes.

Riddle said, "Sir, can the soul be divided only once? Wouldn't it be better to have more pieces, to make you stronger? Isn't seven the most magical number, for example? Seven—"

"Merlin! Tom!" cried Slughorn. "Seven! Isn't killing one evil enough?"

……

Peter receded from memory, and with a flick of his wand, everything in the office disappeared.

A total of seven Horcruxes...Peter did not expect Voldemort to be so crazy. It is conceivable how much humanity remains in a soul that has been damaged to such an extent.

"I hope you don't think too badly of me..." Professor Slughorn sighed and fell asleep in his chair.

Peter conjured up a soft blanket, gently covered Professor Slughorn's body, and then quietly exited the room.

He returned to his office and made himself a pot of hangover strong tea.

Horcruxes, Parseltongue, basilisks, sacrifices... He thought about the connections between these things, where would he find the sacrifices dedicated to Hai Erbo?

Suddenly, the Ouroboros ring on his finger started to heat up. "Basement! Basement! Basement!" Harry's voice echoed in his head.

(End of this chapter)