Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 116 Offerings
Peter picked up the black leather diary through Crouch's clothes. He did not open the diary rashly. In the wizarding world, it is very unwise to open a book of unknown origin at will.

For example, anyone who has read the book "Sonnets of the Wizard" can only speak in rhyme of quintet all his life, and if someone has the misfortune to read "The Secret of Kalba Katz", this person Will always only tell the truth, never lie again...

Peter opened the magic space to investigate. Sure enough, the book exudes a strong black magic atmosphere, which is very strong and very familiar...

"Professor Peddie." A polite voice said in Peter's ear. Peter raised his head and saw Christine Evan's pale and angular face.

"Mr. Evan, thank you for responding to Ouroboros' call. There is no danger now. Go back and rest." Peter said gently.

"Professor, can I keep this booklet temporarily?" Evan knelt down halfway, reaching for the black leather notebook, and Peter quickly twisted his wrist.

"No, Evan." Peter's voice was stern, "Go back and rest now."

"Sorry, I'm rude." Evan stood up, bowed slightly, and walked towards the Slytherin common room. When he walked through the corridor, he stopped for a moment beside a small pool of blood on the ground, with a strange light in his eyes .

Peter carefully wrapped the black book in parchment and put it in his robe. He rolled Mr. Crouch's eyelids, and the breath in the magic space proved that this was indeed Minister of Magic Batimire Crow Odd himself.

Mr. Crouch was known for his tough tactics in the first war. He approved Aurors to use the Unforgivable Curse in the battle with Death Eaters. It was also because of Mr. Crouch's toughness that he won the unanimous support of the wizarding society after the war and successfully became the Minister of Magic.

In the duel just now, Mr. Crouch fully demonstrated his unusually ruthless style. After knocking down Snape, he used the Avada Kedavra Curse without thinking, clearly aiming to put the opponent to death...

But Mr. Crouch's toughness is used on Death Eaters and political opponents. Even if he uses the Unforgivable Curse, he is fundamentally different from those Death Eaters. Internally, Mr. Crouch has always stood against Voldemort. How could he point the tip of his staff at a Hogwarts teacher?

In Mr. Crouch's breast pocket Peter found a frayed gilt pocket watch.

Inside the watch cover, a handsome boy with straw-colored messy hair is smiling at Peter. Peter looks into the boy's eyes, and he shyly escapes from the photo, leaving only the background behind him. Peter recognizes That's a distant view of Hogwarts Castle, and the photo appears to have been taken from the Black Lake Ferry.

Peter didn't notice any special traces of magic on this photo, and he put the pocket watch back into Mr. Crouch's pocket gently, and was about to send him to the school infirmary, when there was a commotion in the corridor footsteps.

Peter looked up and saw that it was Professor McGonagall, wearing a green dressing gown with a Scottish scarf draped over her shoulders to keep out the night chill.

Professor McGonagall said with a livid face, "Peter, something happened to Professor Slughorn. Mrs. Pomfrey just helped him deal with it. Albus is sending him to St. Mungo's now."

Peter stood up abruptly, "What's the matter with him?"

"It's a cutting spell. He has wounds on his neck, chest and stomach, and he's bleeding a lot. The attacker wanted to kill him, but he put some defensive spells in the office beforehand, so he saved his life."

"Professor Slughorn's prudence came in handy...wait a minute, the Cutting Curse..." Peter looked at Mr. Crouch's cuff, which was splattered with blood, "it seems that he did it again, he Why on earth did they attack the Hogwarts teachers?"

Following Peter's gaze, McGonagall saw Mr. Crouch lying on the ground like a dead body, and she was taken aback.

"Merlin! Mr. Crouch was also..."

"No, Mr. Crouch is the attacker," Peter said.

Professor McGonagall was completely confused, so Peter told Professor McGonagall all the things that happened that night while sending Crouch to the infirmary.

"This is really an anecdote through the ages. The Minister of Magic seriously injured two teachers and a student in the middle of the night... I really don't know what the "Daily Prophet" will look like tomorrow..." Professor McGonagall said with emotion.

"But I don't think Mr. Crouch did it voluntarily. There must be a behind-the-scenes pusher behind it." Peter thought.

On the way back to the office from the infirmary, Peter passed Dolores Umbridge. As the representative of the Ministry of Magic in Hogwarts, she led the people from the Magic Education Committee to negotiate. When she saw Peter, she She smirked and said hello, but Peter ignored her.

Umbridge was not wearing pajamas, she was wearing a pink gown, her hair was carefully combed and fastened with a pink bow, and the lipstick on her lips was applied to her face, making her big mouth wider circle, and the other committee members are also meticulously dressed in wizard robes, with "M" badges on their chests.

No wonder the Ministry of Magic moved the slowest. When the little wizards of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Club responded to the call of Ouroboros and rushed to the front line in pajamas with messy hair, the security officers of the Magic Education Committee were trying their best to Finding ways to look decent when you go out to meet people - just superficial, that's the nature of the Ministry.

Turning the corner, Peter met the committee member who was walking last. He was not wearing a wizard robe, and a windbreaker fluttered behind him.

"Hi! Good evening, Mr. Pedro!" Constantine greeted Peter with a smile on his face.

"Konstantin, are you on a picnic?" Peter asked with a half smile and half annoyance.

Constantine stopped and exhaled a smoke ring: "Maybe, the accident at Hogwarts has nothing to do with me. I heard that Snape was injured...he is such a boring guy. Last time I played Marimba, he's trying to steal my wand and mess up my scales, and this time he's finally got a bad guy."

"Well," Peter said perfunctorily, "he was seriously injured."

Constantine narrowed his eyes, "Seriously injured? Well, then I'm not being kind to this joke..." He suddenly lowered his voice, "Mr. Peddy, have you found the sacrifice you mentioned last time?"

"I believe so," said Peter, smiling.

Constantine's blue eyes glistened in the smoke, "Who are you going to... kill this time?"

Peter took out the black leather notebook from his robe, and waved it in front of Constantine, "That's—it, this notebook."

Konstantin opened his mouth in shock, and the Silka cigarette fell to the floor.

(End of this chapter)