Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 18 Midnight Whispers
Since that day, Peter has often watched over Harry in his spare time.

It's hard to believe that at this moment, a certain secret will is hiding in a corner of Hogwarts, waiting for the opportunity to take Harry's life.

Voldemort is wandering in a foreign country, with no power and power, who is serving him and throwing Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire?
Peter speculated that this person must have great powers, able to sneak into Hogwarts, which is protected by layers of magic, and interfere with an ancient magic item under Dumbledore's nose, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Perhaps this "person" is not a human being in the usual sense, but some kind of dark magical creature with the ability to hide, carrying the will of Voldemort himself...

In any case, Peter has always maintained [-]% vigilance, and his hand has been quietly resting on the wand at his waist, but apart from the greatly increased frequency of passing Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, the situation in the corridor is not the same as that of Professor Snape. Usually there is no difference.

McGonagall and Snape were as interested in this as Peter, and they also seemed to be around Harry a lot.

To be honest, Peter was not surprised by Professor McGonagall's performance, but it was a little strange that Snape cared so much about Harry's safety.

Harry is James' son. As we all know, Snape and James have been rivals since they were young. Coupled with the hatred of the Screaming Shack incident, how could Snape protect the son of his enemy?Is this just out of his sense of responsibility as a teacher?

Whatever Snape's motives, his behavior gave Peter a little more respect for him, and whenever the two met in the corridors, Peter tried to make a friendly greeting, but Snape usually just nodded nonchalantly.

Harry was having a terrible time these days, and the cheers of the Gryffindors were no substitute for the company of good friends.

Ron thought Harry secretly put his name into the Goblet of Fire behind his back, and refused to speak to Harry ever since.

Hermione was caught in the middle of a dilemma.Once she came to Peter's office, saying it was for tutoring, but she couldn't help telling him about Harry and Ron soon, and her eyes were red.

So on Sunday, Peter invited Harry and Hermione to the Three Broomsticks for a couple of butterbeers to refresh their mood.

"I don't want to ask him to grow up!" Harry said when Hermione suggested to Harry to talk to Ron, "when I break my neck—"

"Don't say that," said Hermione extremely worried, "You-Know-Who is going to kill you, someone at school is going to kill you! Harry, when we get back to the castle, we must—"

"Give Ron a hard kick—"

"It's a letter to your parents!" Hermione squealed.

"Does writing to them do anything but worry them?" said Harry. "I can't ask them to be Hogwarts champions for me."

"I think your father is just crazy," Peter said, laughing, "and if you don't write, I will write to them."

As they chatted and drank butterbeer, Peter kept his wand on the table, ready for any attack.

He noticed a man in black with a hood in the corner of the bar, and he always felt that the figure of this man looked familiar.

After observing for 15 minutes, he found that the left hand of the man in black had been hidden in his sleeve. He suspected that this man was Snape, but he couldn't believe that Snape cared so much about Harry.

As the new week begins, a new notice is posted in the foyer:

***Triwizard Tournament***
The first project will be held on November 24th. Those who know the content of the project must keep it confidential.

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Peter couldn't help but feel worried, he wanted to find out what the first item was, and give it to Harry the first time.

If Harry walked onto the field knowing nothing, there was no telling what dangers could be in store.

One night Peter created a magical space in his office, reviewing the objects and creatures already engraved in his mind.

Just as he was imagining a hippogriff, an eerie whisper entered his mind.

The voice was eerie, raspy, and creepy, as if someone were playing an out-of-key ballad with a file.

Peter tried his best to distinguish the words and sentences used by the Whisperer, but he quickly determined that this was an unknown language that human wizards could hardly master, and contained many syllables that were similar to the throat cry of a person before death.

The whispers were continuous, fast from syllable to syllable, as fragile as decayed parchment.

He forced himself to be calm, drew his wand, and looked around. Except for whispers, there was silence in the castle, and even Mr. Filch fell asleep.

This mysterious whisperer must be a dark wizard - not even a wizard, but a more terrifying inhuman being -

Startled, Peter thought of Harry.

Could it be that Harry was captured by the resurrected Voldemort during his night tour?

Before he had time to think about it, he waved his magic wand and shouted, "Call God to protect you!"

A silver mouse jumped out from the tip of his wand and ran to the principal's office to announce the news. He himself broke open the door, lit his wand, and ran in the direction from which the whisper came.

Panting, he ran past suits of armor, portraits one after another, and quickly ran down the stairs, from the third floor to the first floor.

When he came to the foyer, the whispers were no longer weak, and the voice became much louder. It seemed that this direction was correct, and this mysterious spellcaster was indeed underground in the castle.

From the foyer, there are two roads leading to the underground. The left hand side leads to the underground classroom of the potion class, and at the end is the Slytherin lounge hidden at the bottom of the Black Lake.And the right hand side leads to the kitchen, which hides the Hufflepuff lounge.

Peter explored the two roads separately, and he found that the sound became louder going down the road on the left, so he went deep underground along this road.

He walked vigilantly and quickly, descending the stairs, the harsh sound of incantations gradually becoming unbearable.

He held his wand sideways, ready to face his foe—Maybe Voldemort—but all he could see was a dim stone passageway, with candles flickering on lampstands.

The sound of the incantation had become rumbling, and the surrounding stone walls seemed to be shaking. Peter gritted his teeth and endured the terrifying noise, a sense of unreality struck him.

It was all illogical: the spell was so loud that it would have awakened the Slytherins, if not the entire castle, but the corridors were empty and empty, as if nothing had happened.

Here, he found neither Voldemort nor other dark wizards, nor did he find Harry as expected.

He suspected that he had fallen asleep while practicing magic just now, and everything he experienced now was just an absurd nightmare...

Suddenly, the incantation sound disappeared.

In the silence, the candles were extinguished.

Peter raised his wand instantly, but a shadow had already appeared behind him.

(End of this chapter)