Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 132 The Millennium Past

After seeing Draco off, Peter closed the door, waved his wand, and put the Snake back on the windowsill, along with its tub.

"How about it, Snake? I think you also learned a lot from the 'movie' just now." Peter said while picking up a copy of "Transfiguration Today" while controlling the dictionary.

"With all due respect...my master..." it hissed.

Peter lifted his head from Transfiguration Today and turned to look at the window sill, his serpentine yellow eyes looking solemnly at the pattering rain outside the window.

It made a slow, hoarse hiss, "Thousands of years have passed...the castle is still familiar...I was once a little snake...lived...in the dungeon...Salazar Slytherin was young then ..."

"It seems I've brought back sad memories for you," said Peter gravely.

"No...it's the rain..."

Peter didn't speak, he picked up "Transfiguration Today" again, and turned to a paper called "On the Dangers of Self-Transfiguration".

"Wizards of later generations ... blindly arrogant ... mistakenly believed that Muggles were weak ..." it said, "Salazar wiped out Muggles ... precisely because of their strength ... iron armor ... bow and arrow ... spear ... fire Heaps of... endless offspring... Muggles have a way of dealing with wizards..."

"From Godric's Hollow, where wizards live... to the isolated islands of the North Sea... where wizards were persecuted... until the four great founders—Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hercules... Chippaci founded Hogwarts...it was called 'the safest place'...for wizards and wizards..."

"I had just cracked the egg...everything was new...Salazar Slytherin was young and handsome...and equally handsome was his best friend...Godric Gryffin many……"

"I watched them pick students...and expand the castle...and watched them fight with each other...to a duel...Compared to humans, my life was much longer...I can't tell how many years passed...but Sa Racha's beard and hair are all white..."

"One morning after the rain...the last time I saw Salazar...he put me in a deep cave...he said...'I want you to obey my blood, to clear away those magic thieves' ...he said I'd grow huge... big enough to wipe out all Muggles..."

"But times have changed, my snake." Peter said, turning a page. The paper mentioned that a weak wizard with the alias "Little Fool · Infatuated" killed himself in order to fight a giant. Transformed into a giant dragon, with disastrous consequences.

"Yes...my lord...times have changed..." it hissed, "I've grown up...but Muggles outgrow me...I can't do what Salazar asked me to do... ..."

"You don't have to finish that kind of thing in the first place," Peter said.

"I slept in a cave for 1000 years... I ate rats to feed my hunger... The few times... Salazar's blood awakened me... But no one set me free..."

"They don't know that you have intelligence and emotions too. No matter how noble Salazar Slytherin's original intention to protect wizards was, the Slytherin house of later generations has become a breeding ground for arrogance."

"They...are wrong...Muggles are not weak...Muggles are just mean...Muggles must be removed..."

Peter had finished reading the paper, and what impressed him the most was Mr. Crazy's manipulative arms. He stood up and walked to the window sill.

"Since the "International Act of Wizarding Secrecy", it has been difficult for Muggles to substantially harm wizards. In this later life, it is those pure-bloods who are keen to provoke Muggles, and the most fanatical It's Tom Riddle."

"I vaguely remember this child..." said the Basilisk. "Centuries ago...he briefly released me...by then I was trapped without much thought..."

"Actually, there are not centuries, you live so long that you lose the sense of time, that was only 50 years ago, Tom Riddle is still alive, according to him, he is going to inherit the Raitlin's will, to eliminate Muggles, but what did he do?"

The basilisk turned its head from the tub and stared at Peter with a pair of yellow eyes. Peter created a magical space, held his wand to his temple, and pulled a strand of silver from it.

A series of blurred images began to emerge, as if covered by a layer of mist.

The scene jumped rapidly, and more than a dozen wizards, men, women, and children fell under Voldemort's or Death Eater's staff. Among them were Aurors who took the initiative to join the battle, some civilians who stood up to resist, and some were unarmed victims.

Suddenly, the scene became clear, with a flash of green light, a woman in a black robe fell down limply, beside her, a man in a hood knelt down on the ground, took off the skull mask, revealing Peter's own face...

Peter hastily terminated the memory technique. He didn't intend to expose his most secret memory, and Rita Skeeter's "Sin and Lies Under the Legend" can't be regarded as completely nonsense.

"See?" Peter forced himself to be calm, and the dictionary faithfully translated his words into Parseltongue, "'Challenging Muggles' is just an excuse for Riddle, what he actually did was to let the wizards flow their magic power in vain. Blood... Black, Lestrange, Longbottom... Countless ancient pure-blood families were dragged into the abyss by Riddle..."

The snake snake lowered its flat snake head, crawled out of the tub, and stuck its head into the increasingly dense rain curtain.

"Slytherin...failed..." it sighed.

"If Slytherin was still alive, he would definitely change his old idea of ​​eliminating Muggles, and Slytherin did not fail, he never thought of ruling Muggles, all he did was to seek the stability of wizards , a peaceful life."

He wasn't really sure what Salazar Slytherin would do, but he had to say it to convince the loyal basilisk.

On the field, a small group of muddy students ran back to the castle from the black lake in the rain, and a snow-white owl flew gracefully over the field.

"Look, there is peace and tranquility outside the window, so your old mission is over." Peter said softly.

Just then, Kreacher appeared with a snap.

"Honorable Mr. Peddy Road! This is a note from Master Potter. You asked Kreacher to find the house elf, but Kreacher almost caught it. Please give Kreacher a little more time!"

After speaking, he quickly bowed and disappeared.

Peter opened the note from Harry, and after reading it carefully, a smile of enlightenment appeared on his face.

"In the corridor on the eighth floor, the troll hit the tapestry of Silly Barnaba with a club... Now I'm afraid I have solved two puzzles..."

(End of this chapter)