Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 117 Diary

Back in the office, Peter re-examined the black leather notebook, letting a copy of himself operate instead of him to avoid any poisonous spells hidden within it.

A faded date on the cover indicated that the diary was from 50 years ago, with a name written in blurred ink on the first page: Tom Marvolo Riddle, and the rest of the pages were all blank.

Peter turned to the back cover and saw the name of a bookstore on Vauxhall Road in London printed on it. This was a Muggle bookstore. Peter had heard its name before. The black leather spell book containing the spell of summoning the black snake was here Bought from a bookstore.

Now this diary has no secrets for Peter, and the conclusion is ready to come out. It is Tom Riddle's Horcrux, which preserved a piece of his soul when he was 16 years old. It is conceivable that Tom opened the secret room and killed Myrtle. Split his first piece of soul.

Later, the Minister of Magic, Barty Crouch, got the diary for some reason and was mind-controlled by it. For any wizard, Voldemort's soul power is too powerful...

On the day of the Christmas ball, Voldemort absorbed Mr. Crouch's soul and obtained an entity. After Peter destroyed it with Fiendfire, Voldemort's soul fled back into the diary and was carried by Mr. Crouch.

Until last night, Voldemort controlled Mr. Crouch to attack Slughorn and Snape—Slughorn knew the secrets about Horcruxes, but Snape knew what scared Voldemort so much that he had to immediately What about the information that was removed?Could it be about the golden egg?No, this is too farfetched...

Peter's stand-in sat behind his desk, dipped the quill into ink, and wrote a line of thin handwriting in the diary:

"Hello, Riddle, I'm Peter Peddyloo."

The ink was absorbed by the diary and faded away, the real Peter stared at the page with his replica, and soon another string of letters began to emerge:
"Hi, two Peters, hello, see you again."

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Peter wrote.

"Dear Peter, I can give you the strength to—"

Before Voldemort's words were displayed, Peter's substitute closed the diary with no interest, began to tidy up the table, extinguished the candles and oil lamps, and the real Peter walked into his private bedroom, preparing to rest.

By breakfast the next day, rumors had spread throughout the school of the Minister of Magic's attempted murder, an outrageous incident that had all the hotspots that people would love to talk about.Public opinion is an interesting thing, a crazy murderer will make people feel scary, and a meticulous minister of the Ministry of Magic will give people a sense of ridiculous contrast.

At the Gryffindor table, with Harry as the center, a large group of students gathered together. Harry's expression looked very tired. Although the fracture was only a small injury that Madam Pomfrey could heal with a touch, so many people Forcing Harry to recall the horrific event over and over made him feel bad.

When Creevey took the camera and asked Harry to tell the story of "The Potions Professor vs. the Minister of Magic" again, Fred suddenly stood up from the other side of the table and said loudly:
"Guys, please let go of Harry and let me tell you a joke!
One day at dinner, Dumbledore suddenly stood in front of the owl rostrum and said loudly: "Now, please sit on the left side of the auditorium for those students who think that Professor Slughorn teaches Potions better, and those who think that Professor Snape teaches Potions better." Students who are better in medicine class sit on the right side of the auditorium. '

Most people sat on the left side of the auditorium, a few people sat on the right side of the auditorium, and only one person sat motionless in the middle.

Dumbledore went down and said to the man (Fred pretended to stroke his air beard): 'Do you prefer Professor Slughorn's Potions class or Professor Snape's Potions class? '

The man said, 'I don't like either, I'm going to kill both. '

Dumbledore hurriedly said: "So you are the Minister of Magic, please come to the rostrum!" '"

There was first silence in the auditorium, and then a roar of laughter broke out. Harry and Hermione took the opportunity to escape. As for Ron, he and Parvati were giggling face to face, and Peter didn't know what happened to Ron.

Fred's joke was well timed. Several people were missing at the teacher's table. Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were away. They went to see Ms. Burns, the Director of Magical Law Enforcement, who was temporarily acting as a minister. .

"I have said long ago that the Minister of Magic, Mr. Crouch, is conducting a rotten tooth conspiracy. This is the fifth stage of the rotten tooth conspiracy. There are 35 stages to follow..." Luna Lovegood said , but no one paid attention to her "crazy words".

Percy was eating scrambled eggs with his head bowed in the corner of the Gryffindor table. He was hit by this incident as much as Professor Slughorn. Normally, if Fred dared to tease Crouch like this Mr. and the school teacher, he has already gone up to deduct points, but today, he just suppressed himself until his face turned blue, without saying a word.

The crowd began to discuss around the Weasley twins, and they began to distort, exaggerate, and deform Harry's story at an amazing speed...

Peter bowed his head to spread butter on his toast, and took another sip of warm pumpkin juice. He had sent Kreacher to deliver a message to Andonova, and he needed her more than some unreliable Constantine.

When he raised his head again, he saw Snape walking into the auditorium from the foyer. His appearance was the same as usual, with the black robe swinging behind him. It seemed that Madam Pomfrey had easily healed his wounds.

"Actually, I still like Professor Slughorn better," Neville plucked up the courage to participate in the discussion, "Oh, Professor Snape is terrible..."

Justin Fenrieri interrupted: "I don't think he's going to come back to work, you think, he's already sick, and the Minister of Magic beats him up a few times—"

Two hands pressed the heads of Neville and Justin respectively, both of them were taken aback, their faces turned pale.

"I think he's actually right behind you, and he's very angry." Snape said, "Now, go back to your seat and have a quiet meal. The first class is Potions class. Bring "A Thousand Wonders." Herbs and Mushrooms."

His indifferent voice was like a chilling wind blowing through the auditorium. The students returned to sit at the college table one after another. The only sound in the room was the clash of knives and forks. Snape walked to the staff table, nodded to Peter, and Peter gave him a warm smirk.

When it was time to deliver the letter, a flock of owls flew over the heads of the people, and one of them dropped this morning's "Daily Prophet" for Peter. Peter picked up the newspaper, glanced at the headline on the front page, and saw that it read:
"The eccentric sisters have hit the ground running with their fourth tour in Yorkshire."

Peter folded the newspaper, tucked it away, and drank the last sip of pumpkin juice. When he got up, Peter glanced to his right, and he caught a glimpse of Snape putting down the newspaper with a mocking expression.

(End of this chapter)