Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 119 The Three Requirements of Peddie Road
With a light wave of his hand, Haierbo cut his palm, and light red snake blood oozes from the wound.

Peter took his cold, old, scaly hand, and the blood from both sides mingled and condensed into a thin red thread, which slowly climbed up their wrists and entwined them together.

[The contract is reached. 】Helbo bowed slightly, the snake tail coiled behind him, and the pointed end swayed excitedly from side to side. Andonova put her mouth next to Peter's ear, faithfully translating every word of Haierbo for Peter.

【Make your first request, little wizard. ] Hai Erbo showed a meaningful smile, he was ready to enjoy the second soul meal today.

Constantine said that Hai Erbo is the best at distorting the meaning of words and sentences, and Peter must be more careful in every sentence he says next, to ensure that Hai Erbo cannot find any loopholes that can be misinterpreted.

[I ask you for the wand of Peter Pedillo,] said Peter in ancient Greek, with every syllable accurate, smooth, and clear, [made of chestnut wood, nine and a quarter inches long, core Dragon Nerves, fragile, mutilated by Tom Marvolo Riddle in December 1994. 】

The moment he heard Peter's fluent ancient Greek, Hai Erbo's smile faded away. He originally wanted to play a word game - after Peter and Hai Erbo signed a contract, only the words spoken by Peter himself were effective, and Ando Nova's translation is invalid, which means that if Peter could not express it correctly in ancient Greek, he would surely die.

Haierbo realized that he had greatly underestimated the young wizard in front of him. If he hadn't seen that Peter could not speak the ancient language, and also used Muggle voodoo items, he would never have cut his palm so easily, really. Make a pact with Peter.

Peter stood there silently, watching Hai Erbo's reaction with cold eyes. Hai Erbo was thinking angrily, trying to find out something vague and easy to misinterpret from Peter's words. After a full minute, he finally compromised.

【as you wish. ] he said.

He muttered an unidentifiable ancient spell, a red light flashed in his palm, condensing the air into a solid body, he bent down, and offered his wand with both hands, Peter gently picked up his once destroyed Wand, a familiar warm current flowed through his fingertips.

【Now, come up with your second request, Peddy. 】 Hai Erbo said in a weary tone.

[I ask you for the left arm of Peter Peddy Road,] Peter said, [Peter Peddy Road, male, born in 1960, currently Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, his left arm was in 1994 Destroyed by Tom Marvolo Riddle in December, the 'arm' is a functioning bodily organ consisting of the palm and five fingers. 】

Hai Erbo was silent for another moment. Peter defined the meaning of "Peter Peddy Road" in such a detailed way that Hai Erbo couldn't find an excuse like "duplicate name". For a moment, he said, 【As you wish. 】

He tore open Peter's shirt, roughly kneaded Peter's left shoulder, and muttered, this time it took him much longer, and the whole process was horrifying, first a pale skeleton protruded from Peter's shoulder, and then Layers of muscle, fascia, nerves, skin and nails.

Peter gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Andonova hurriedly supported him with a distressed expression. After 10 minutes, the pain finally disappeared. He raised his left arm and clenched his fist. This arm was as agile and strong as before. The only change was that the Dark Mark on the forearm disappeared.

A burst of joy rose from the bottom of Peter's heart, and Andonova also showed a smile, but Hai Erbo's voice reminded him that it is not too early to be happy.

【Okay, please make one last request. 】

The smile returned to Haierbo's face. He can use the long-lost spell to do things that modern wizards cannot do. Even Peter's left arm that was burnt to ashes by "Dragon's Breath" can be perfectly restored. What is it that can be difficult? Live in Haierbo?

[I ask you for the life of Myrtle Warren. 】Peter said, 【Myrtle Warren, female, who studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was killed by Tom Marvolo Riddle in 1943. 】

Herbo froze, Myrtle was indeed killed by 16-year-old Voldemort.

【You know I can't do it...】 His snake body slowly slid out of the magic circle and circled around Peter, with its tail wrapped around Peter's shoulders, 【Even the most powerful magic can't bring the dead back to life . 】

Peter raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, 【Very well, then I will unceremoniously ask for the powerful power you promised—note, the 'powerful power' here means to make me gain power, not to use the power on me. kind of power. 】

Haierbo raised his head and laughed a few times, four long fangs were exposed in his shriveled mouth with snake scales, 【Peddie, you understand the rules of the game very well. If you were born in my time, I would be happy You have been accepted as my capable subordinate...]

"Times have changed, Lord Harper," said Peter sarcastically, "we've got a whole bunch of new Dark Lords already. 】

[No matter how many thousand years it takes, I will return eventually. ] Hai Erbo said quietly.

【Every dead Dark Lord keeps repeating the same words," Peter said, 【Come on, give me the strength you promised, first, I will learn Parseltongue. 】

Andonova looked at Peter in shock. Parseltongue has always been considered to be associated with the most evil black magic, and even she dared not set foot in this field.

[Impossible, that is the power in the blood...] Hai Erbo said in a low voice.

[It's okay, I have my own way. ] said Peter.

For the next two hours or so, the room was filled with extremely eerie and evil hoarse voices. After that, the place was baptized with black magic spells for another hour. The vicious magic of a group of meat slags was staged in turn in the room...

The degree of evil in these few hours will probably be marked in the history of wizards. If an Auror with a sense of justice like "Mad Eye" Alastor Moody saw this scene, he would definitely take it as his own. Peter Peddy Road was shot dead at the scene.

[Peddie Road...the magic I taught you is enough for you to become the Dark Lord in your time...] After speaking in Parseltongue for two hours, Haierbo's voice was a little hoarse. All the black magic spells invented were handed over without reservation.

【I don't intend to do this, Your Excellency Hai Erbo. 】Peter waved his wand in satisfaction, a black lightning pierced through the air, 【You can go now】, he pointed the tip of his wand at the magic circle, "All curses end!"

An extremely angry expression appeared on Hai Erbo's face, and the snake letter quickly stretched out of his mouth, 【When I return, it will be the time of your destruction. 】

【I'm afraid I won't be able to live that pleasant moment tens of thousands of years later. ] Peter said with a smile.

The magic circle gradually shrunk and went out, and the scarlet light also dimmed. Haierbo's image gradually blurred, and the snake's tail was sucked by the invisible vortex. After a few seconds, Haierbo's soul disappeared.

(End of this chapter)