Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 150 Stanley's Story
With a bang, Kreacher appeared in front of Peter with a large bag of dark chocolate, so Peter distributed the chocolate to the students affected by the monster Evan summoned, especially Ginny, Luna and Harry, all three Got a big, thick slice.

Evan was still standing in the middle of the classroom, with humiliated resentment in his eyes, and Snape looked at him sarcastically.

Peter handed the remaining chocolates to Evan, and Evan just took it mechanically and thanked him mechanically.

"Did you see your patron saint just now?" Peter said with a smile, "That is a very rare raven patron saint, which symbolizes wisdom and victory, and you shouldn't abandon it."

"Professor, I think the reverse Patronus Charm is more powerful and practical."

"I don't deny it, but you can have both. Sooner or later, you will find that strength is not everything. People will not recognize you from the bottom of your heart because of your strength. You need to find the positive emotions in your heart. …Okay, let’s have a bite of chocolate, Kreacher bought it at Honeydukes.”

After the students finished eating the chocolate, Peter dismissed the assembly. Although most of them didn't get the chance to practice, under the influence of the blue mantra, they learned much more than a simple practice class.

Snape quietly walked to Peter's side, and said in a low voice, "You turned your cards up for a rally."

"Yes, but that's because I have a new hole card now." Peter replied with a smile.

"Very good." Snape raised his eyebrows and turned to leave.

……

On Sunday morning, while drinking tea, Peter enjoyed the pattering spring rain outside the window. The Forbidden Forest in the distance had already shown a tinge of green, and spring was entering the castle.

Besides the hamster wheel, Scabbers found another perfect place—the top of the snake snake's head. Now Scabbers is lying on the flat head of the snake monster, using four small claws to fiddle with its red chicken feather.

Above the chicken feathers, a light blue eye symbol loomed, and the rain outside the window gradually increased. Peter closed the window and turned around comfortably.

"Snake, how are you feeling?"

"Don't be noisy, I'm thinking... the meaning of snake life."

"It seems that the spell has taken effect. You speak much faster than before." Peter said with a smile.

Snake's yellow eyes remained motionless, and the translucent nictitating membrane swept over them from time to time. After a while, it hissed, "Where did I come from...and where am I going..."

"You have begun to have the temperament of a philosopher." Peter sat down in his chair and pulled a small stack of student papers. These students will take the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination in a few months. Extra snacks.

Snake said solemnly: "I am already an old snake that has survived for 1000 years... I have witnessed countless winds, frosts, rains and snows... Naturally, my thinking will become deeper... My child, you will not understand the state of mind of an old snake... ..."

Banban squeaked twice to show its support for Snake. Although it couldn't understand Snake's language, it was happy to join in the conversation.

Peter really wanted to tease Snake, "Actually, you've only seen sewer pipes", but he felt that such harsh words would hurt Snake, so he didn't say anything, and just took a sip of tea silently.

Ten minutes later, when Peter finished marking three papers, Snake spoke again.

"About the future, I don't actually have any specific ideas...but I have a general direction in my mind...maybe the future is over there..." As he spoke, its bright green body squirmed in the bathtub, changing In a coiling direction, Banban has already fallen asleep clutching its crested hair.

"Very good," Peter said without looking up, "Have you decided to get along with Muggle-born wizards? If you want, I can arrange a meeting for you."

"No... I'm not thinking about such a superficial question..."

"Oh?" Peter said with a smile, "Are you thinking about how the wizarding society can coexist harmoniously with the Muggle society?"

"I'm thinking about why the meat of artiodactyls is so delicious...especially beef...I want to sing a poem about beef..." Snake straightened her neck in the bathtub, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth covered with scales.

Peter covered his forehead, and said dumbfoundedly: "So you're thinking about what meat to eat today, and the speed-up spell on your head is worse than that rooster feather."

After grading papers all morning, Peter stretched his waist and stood up from his chair. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't know if Andonova would come tonight.

Before lunch time, he went to the kitchen first, because Kreacher told him that the Malfoy elf caught last week was put into the Hogwarts kitchen for some reason, and he planned to visit him and try Come up with some information.

He went down to the foyer from the third floor, only to find Stanley Constantine standing in front of the oak door in a trench coat, with a cigarette in his mouth, staring sadly at the leaden rain.Seeing Peter, Constantine turned around without the usual smile on his face.

"Hi, Mr. Pedillo." He seemed to be trying to be cynical, but there was a lot of weariness in his voice.

"What's wrong with you?" Peter asked, frowning.

Konstantin did not speak for a long time, his blue eyes sparkled. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and opened his mouth to exhale smoke rings, but he did not exhale anything because his cigarette was not lit at all.

He hissed, "I... cough... my father is dead..."

"I'm sorry..." Peter said sincerely.

"I remember I told you about my mother. She died of dystocia. My father raised me alone. He used to be a steel factory worker. He accidentally broke his hand while working. He has been out of work since then. Now, with the bad habit of drinking—yes, what boss would hire a useless crippled worker?"

"When I was a child, I hated my father the most. He lost a hand, smelled of alcohol, and his face was covered with oil and sweat. He looked like a freak. He had a bad temper and liked to beat people. Unfortunately, the thing he hated the most was magic. , Once he burned my hard-earned occult books, hung me up and smoked me half to death..."

"The more I thought about it, the more I hated him. I was determined to curse him. I caught a black cat from the street, cut off one of its front paws, and cast a spell according to the book... Now that I think about it, it's a black magic , I didn't know I was a real wizard at the time... I just..."

"I buried the black cat that had been tortured to death and then forgot about it. It was winter and my father started coughing. By the turn of spring and summer, my father was very sick. His whole body is rotten, his stump is so rotten that the bones can be seen, and the internal organs can be seen from the back."

"Our family has no money to see a doctor, the hospital is very expensive, he can only lie on the bed howling day and night, until then I thought of the black cat I killed, I dug it out of the dirt, it was rotten, I can only soak it in formalin, and my father will no longer rot, but his illness has not improved much in his life."

"Merlin." Peter sighed.

"In the summer of the same year, Professor McGonagall appeared at my house in the form of a short-haired cat. At that time, I almost thought it was my retribution for murdering the black cat and cursing my father."

(End of this chapter)