Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 148 Black Magic and White Magic

The creature that Christine Evan summoned was incorporeal, and it easily passed through Ginny's Iron Armor Charm, causing Ginny to pass out on the floor with a pale face.

A bone-chilling chill spread through the classroom... For an instant, Peter felt all hope and vitality left him. He saw Voldemort's face, Lestrange lying beside him, and the Auror corpses scattered about... …

The students in the classroom were more seriously affected, some of them trembled all over, and some slid off the sofa, Lavender Brown suddenly shouted: "...don't kill me! I come from the pure-blood Brown family, As evidenced by the family tree, my family's wizard blood can be traced back to the eleventh century!"

Christine Evan flicked his wand in satisfaction, and the translucent monster spread its wings and pounced on Harry.Harry's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he was still calm. He hurriedly took a few steps back, narrowly avoiding the black smoke surrounding it.

Behind Harry, Luna raised her wand and shouted, "Call God to protect you!"

A nimble silver-white hare jumped out, and with the help of the blue spell, Luna was able to summon a formed Patronus.

The hare rushed towards the half-crow, half-human monster, fighting with it desperately. The half-crow man pecked fiercely with its sharp beak while flapping its wings. Soon, Luna's hare was about to be defeated. The silver light almost dissipated.

"Call for protection!" Harry also summoned his Patronus—a silver stag. Harry had the same Patronus form as his father, James. Rushing towards the monster summoned by Evan, pushing it back a few steps, the temperature in the classroom rose.

Evan sneered, raised his wand upwards, and the half-crow struggled to fly up, swooping towards Harry and Luna's patron saint.

"Mr. Evan, are you manipulating a dementor?" Peter asked seriously.

Evan showed the same cold politeness as usual: "No, Professor Peddie, as you can see, this is not a dementor."

The half-crow monster opened its mouth, and black smoke spread throughout the classroom. Professor Flitwick stood up from the sofa to see what happened. Several students around him collapsed on the floor.

Luna's Patronus went out like a blown candle, and she herself was knocked to the ground, leaving only Harry and his stag to hold on.

"Isn't this really a dementor?" Peter asked again, this time in a slightly harsher tone.

Evan didn't answer.

Peter took out his wand and waved it casually. An inconspicuous rat patron saint jumped out from the tip of his wand. The silver halo around it was dazzlingly bright. A warm current flowed through the classroom. The students who had collapsed on the ground Immediately revived.

The half-crow, half-human monster flew to the ceiling in horror, the halo around Peter's patron saint burst out suddenly, and the whole room was as bright as being illuminated by a huge flashlight. By the time I looked up, the evil creature Christian Evan had summoned had long since vanished.

"The external form of the Patronus does not affect the power contained in it..." Nott wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and murmured, "Even the weakest form of the Patronus can contain the most powerful power..."

Peter smiled and said: "Very well, Mr. Nott, you have memorized what I said last month, if you are in my Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I will definitely give Slytherin House ten points. "

The three teachers stepped forward to help the fallen students up and sent them back to their seats. Ginny had already woken up in a daze, and there was nothing serious except for a slight bump on her forehead.

"Kreacher!" Peter yelled, and with a bang, Kreacher appeared, saluting Peter respectfully.

"Go to the kitchen to see if there is enough chocolate or hot cocoa. If there is not enough, go to Grimmauld Square to look for it. If there is not, go to Honeydukes to get some. It is 20 Galleons."

Kreacher saluted again and disappeared out of thin air.

Peter's attention returned to Evan. Seven of the eight people who participated in the group duel had already taken their seats, and Evan was the only one standing calmly in the middle of the classroom, receiving dozens of fear, admiration, or scrutiny. look.

"The magic you used just now is very profound." Peter said, "I really didn't think that a third-year student could use such a magic. The magical creature just now is very similar to a dementor in nature. Can you explain it? Principle?"

"Professor, this is nothing profound, it's just a reverse Patronus Charm." Evan replied indifferently.

Snape walked up to him slowly, and said with a sneer: "I don't know when you mastered such an evil black magic, I believe you will be able to start a school soon, and you don't need the teachings of us incompetent teachers anymore It's gone, isn't it?"

The sneer on Evan's lips was colder than Snape's: "What's your name? My ability is not as good as yours."

Snape circled around Evan, pressured him silently, the whole classroom was silent, neither Peter nor Flitwick spoke out.

Snape said sarcastically: "This time you showed the dementors, and almost sucked the souls of Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. What do you want to show at the next club meeting? Kill one live and do it." Become a corpse?"

As he spoke, Snape bent down slightly, the tip of his nose almost touched Evan's nose, and Evan met his gaze without fear, looking calmly at his scarred face.

"I saw your heart...you were Muggle-born, grew up in an orphanage, full of ambitions to become famous...you wanted to be the king of Slytherin, and you spent three years laying out your plan for this... You are longing for the awakening of the dark magic, and the return of the Dark Lord makes you fascinated..."

Snape straightened his body, turned around with a sneer, his black robe swirled a gust of wind, "Unfortunately, before you become the next generation of Lord Dark Lord, you should learn a little Occlumency."

Only then did Evan suddenly realize that he shouldn't have looked at the dean just now, he blinked and clenched his hands into fists, Peter clearly saw a murderous red light flashing in his deep gray eyes .

A name emerged in Peter's mind...

Tom Riddle.

Kristen Evan was a perfect Riddle: good-looking, well-mannered, gifted, with a penchant for the darkest arts...

The only difference is that Evan is not as smooth as Riddle, and under the shell of politeness, his personality is more angular than his features.

Evan regained his composure: "Professor Snape, why do you say that? It is said that you, like me, were born—"

Snape turned and replied, "But I know that Dark Arts shouldn't be brought out in public."

"In fact, black magic is much more powerful than those mediocre white magic. Why is black magic so dark?"

Before Snape started to growl and order Evan to "shut up," Peter said softly, "Because dark magic is often associated with the dark side of your heart, and over time, your soul will be damaged."

Evan disagreed: "Sir, what we are talking about is not soul, we are talking about power!"

Peter took out his wand and said calmly: "Then let's try it out. I don't use Transfiguration this time, but just use the mediocre 'white magic' you mentioned. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"I admit defeat, I will never defeat you." Evan said unexpectedly.

(End of this chapter)