Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 115 Battle in the Basement

Basilisk attack!
This was the first thought that came to Peter's mind.

He ran down the stairs quickly and into the basement corridor, and before he could reach the vicinity, he heard the sound of the curse exploding, and it seemed that Harry was struggling to resist the basilisk.

He walked quickly towards the source of the sound, with the poplar wand flat in his hand, and to his surprise, the battle before him was between wizards, Snape and Mr. Crouch were dueling fiercely.

Peter was a little confused about the situation for a while. He pointed his wand at the two at the same time, not knowing who was the real enemy.

Mr. Crouch twisted like a irrational beast, he screamed strangely from time to time, every blow he stabbed out of his wand seemed to pierce an invisible enemy fiercely, and his robe followed his arms and body The movement of the body is thrown up and down, like a dance that is both crazy and deadly.

And Snape's movement was very small, he used his physical strength extremely cherished, Mr. Crouch launched another fierce attack, and Snape turned sideways, took half a step back, and three white lights grazed him his chest, blasting a few clumps of stone flakes and debris against the hallway walls.

Snape raised his wand with his left hand, and hit back at the right moment, a red light pierced the air, but Mr. Crouch quickly summoned a magic barrier, the spell broke through the barrier, leaving a red-hot trail in the air, But it also deflected itself, hitting the ground next to Mr Crouch's boot.

Crouch sneered, and responded with five tricky spells. Snape panted and defended with the Iron Armor Curse, and was shocked to stagger two steps back.

Peter was shocked by the power of Snape's spell, but he was not shocked by the power too much, but by the small power. In the Defense Against the Dark Arts public class, Snape used the same spell to penetrate Peter's Iron armor and a marble statue, not only that, but his movements are much slower...

The duel was still going on in an extremely short time scale, and everything happened in an instant. After Peter took three steps, more than a dozen spells of various colors had passed between the two. If the person who witnessed the battle was not Peter, but an ordinary wizard, the witnesses probably couldn't see what they were doing at all.

Peter saw Mr. Crouch cast a sharp cutting curse, which was so fast that it left an afterimage on the retina. Snape had just jumped out of a terrifyingly powerful spell, and before he could dodge in time, the cutting curse hit There was a gash in his pajamas on his left side, and he bowed his head and cursed.

The duel happened so quickly and anxiously—Peter knew that one of them would fall within 30 seconds, but he didn't dare to interrupt rashly. He didn't want either of them to be killed before he figured out the situation. At the moment of life and death, an untimely call is enough to ruin the life of a wizard.

Snape struggled more and more to cope with Mr. Crouch's attack. Now Crouch hit him three times and he could only fight back once. He retreated while fighting, and retreated out of Peter's field of vision in a few steps.

"I must... kill you!" Crouch shouted a recognizable word for the first time, he trotted a few steps to catch up with Snape, but in the next second, a large group of black snakes woven a net towards Crouch Mr. Qi rushed forward.

Snape used the Dark Arts after all, Peter thought.

So, he got a little closer to the battlefield, and prepared to use Fiendfire to save Mr. Crouch, but Mr. Crouch waved his magic wand, and the snake net disappeared, and several white lights shot out from the tip of Crouch's wand, and there were several explosions. There was a loud yell from the other end of the corridor.

Snape was probably hit, his black magic shouldn't be so weak... Peter felt worried and ran over quickly, and sure enough, he heard Harry's voice: "Professor Snape!"

Mr. Crouch raised his wand, and the tip of the wand emitted a green light. Peter conjured a statue of a knight on the trajectory of the spell, blocking the death curse. Crouch found Peter, and he turned his face towards Peter rushed forward, white foam coming from his mouth.

Peter now knew who was the enemy. With a wave of his wand, the two Peters flanked Mr. Crouch from left to right, forming an angle that could not be defended. In the blink of an eye, Crouch collapsed stiffly to the ground. The wand flew far away.

"Mr. Crouch, what are you doing?" Peter asked condescendingly.

But Crouch was foaming at the mouth, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

Peter cast more than a dozen evil spells on him. Although none of them would cause him to lose consciousness, the superposition of the spells should have caused him a lot of damage.

"Professor Peddie?" Harry called in a trembling voice.

Peter left Crouch, stepped over his chest, and walked in Harry's direction, and turning the corner, he saw Harry stuck on a flight of stairs, with the Invisibility Cloak, Marauder's Map, and Golden Egg strewn all over the place .

"Professor...help me...my leg..." Harry put his hands on the ground, his face pale and pained, Peter reached Harry's armpit and gently pulled him out.

"Are you hurt?" Peter asked.

Harry didn't know whether to shake his head or nod, and put his hands on his thighs. Peter looked down and saw that his legs were bent at a strange angle, but Harry said eagerly, "Mr. Crouch, why didn't I listen?" to the sound?"

"He was temporarily stunned by me, and his life is not in danger." Peter replied quietly.

Harry looked a little surprised, he didn't expect Professor Peddie to subdue the Minister of Magic in a few seconds.

Behind Peter and Harry, the tapestry was lifted, and Snape walked down the stairs slowly, leaning on the wall with his left hand. It seemed that he had just been blown away by Crouch's spell, flew directly over the tapestry, and fell on the ground. on the stairs.

"Severus..."

Peter stepped forward to help him, but he held up his hand and refused. Peter saw that his gray pajamas were stained with a large dark color on the front and back. Obviously, the old injury that ran through his right shoulder had resurfaced, and his left rib had been cut with a cutting spell. Zhong Chu was also oozing blood, which could explain why he was so weak just now.

"As soon as I poked my head out, he knocked me away. Damn it, I just hit an old wound. Who would have thought that there would be lunatics haunting me in the middle of the night?" He cursed hoarsely, and spat on the ground resentfully. A mouthful of blood foam.

Peter conjured up a stretcher and put Harry on it, laying his injured leg flat to relieve the pain, and Snape said he would drop Harry to the infirmary, so Peter let him go.

Peter went back to Mr. Crouch and rummaged through him.

One after another, he found more and more club members gathered, including Hermione Granger - she was wearing thin pajamas, her slippers were on backwards, her hair was messed up, seeing Harry's injury, she covered her mouth;
And Cedric Diggory - who volunteered to take Harry to the infirmary with Hermione instead of the bloody Snape;

In addition, there were more than a dozen other students, most of them were wearing pajamas, and they brought nothing but a wand and ouroboros ring. After confirming that the scene was safe, these students expressed their intention to send Harry and Snape Going to the hospital hospital, as they walked up the stairs carefully in a small file, Peter heard Burns trying to persuade Professor Snape not to walk by himself.

Looking at these cute little wizards, Peter couldn't help curling his mouth. He rummaged through Mr. Crouch, and a black leather notebook in the inner pocket of his robe caught his attention.

(End of this chapter)