Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 19
The shadow was coming towards Peter's back——

Immediately, he conjured up a statue of a knight with a shield, only to hear a loud noise, followed by the sound of cracking stones.

He staggered a few steps from the shock, dodged scattered stones in the dark, and conjured three oil lamps floating in the air.

With the help of the light from the oil lamp, he could clearly see the situation in front of him: the upper body of the statue of the knight was shattered, and the ground was covered with marble fragments, but other than that, the corridor was still empty, and no attacker was found. figure.

He clenched his wand tightly and looked around carefully, only to find that the walls were emitting a strange aura—even the most brilliant black magic would leave traces.

In order to verify his judgment, he created a magic space. As the concentration of magic power increased, his ability to perceive magic also expanded thousands of times accordingly.

Through the translucent boundary of the magic space, he saw that the walls of the corridor were densely covered with giant black snakes. These snakes wriggled and intertwined with each other. Each snake was as thick as the waist of an adult man, and its mouth was full of fangs. The long fangs are a foot long.

Peter's eyes widened and his breath was short of breath. He realized that this was a clever black magic trap, and now he was like a trapped animal, falling into a near-death situation.

He turned around, ran back quickly, and at the same time conjured up dozens of oil lamps floating around the passage.

This kind of giant snake conjured by black magic seems unable to attack under the firelight. Keeping the light on and then escaping as quickly as possible is his best hope for survival.

At this moment, a haggard figure emerged from the ground, blocking his way——

Its face resembled a molten skull, its mouth rotted into a shapeless hole, and its body was clad in rotting robes.

It raised two rotten hands, staggered towards Peter, and let out an inhuman shriek from its throat.

Peter took a few steps back, and quickly raised his wand with his right hand: "Break into pieces!"

With a bang, a spell hit its chest, and it was blown to pieces, turning into sand and dust flying around.

Peter cast a bubble head spell on himself in time to avoid inhaling the black magic dust, but the passageway was filled with dust, the lights were extinguished in an instant, and his heart was half-cooled—those giant snakes could move again.

He quickly lit his wand, fighting with the help of the dim light from the tip of the wand, a black snake popped out of the wall above him, he turned sideways, the black snake's cold scales brushed past him, and got stuck in the broken ground.

He conjured up a sword, held his wand in his mouth, raised the sword with both hands and swung it vigorously, cutting the black snake in half, and immediately the black blood spattered, the snake twisted a few times and stopped moving .

He struggled to pull the sword out of the snake's corpse, and the blade quickly absorbed the snake's blood and became as bright as ever.

At this time, another snake rushed towards him, and he sent the sword forward, and the snake hit the blade by itself, and was pierced vertically, but Peter was also knocked out by this force, and the sword fell out of his hand.

He quickly turned somersaults and stabilized his body, but at this time five giant snakes were attacking him from different directions.

He grabbed his wand and quickly conjured up three statues of knights with shields to protect himself, followed by a few loud bangs, the head of the snake smashed the statues again, Peter escaped from the gap, narrowly avoiding the fatal attack.

The five black snakes held their heads high and retreated to the wall. This was the snake's power-storage action before launching an attack. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he conjured up a Ukrainian iron-bellied fire dragon to cut it off for him, and then turned and ran out of the corridor.

Every step was full of obstacles: wherever he ran, black snakes would protrude from the walls, so he had to constantly conjure up various things to resist the black snake's attack.

The fire dragon was still roaring angrily behind him, the firelight illuminated the corridor, the black snake and the fire dragon were fighting fiercely, and there was a burnt smell in the dusty air.

A little closer to the outside of the corridor, shattered statues of knights were scattered all over the ground, and a statue that had been hit with only one arm left was cutting off the head of a snake with a long sword.

The phoenix screamed to dodge the attack of the black snakes, and attacked their eyes with sharp beaks and claws.

While conjuring up various props to fight in embarrassment, Peter ran panting and panting. His throat was so sore that he was about to vomit blood, and his physical and mental strength were almost exhausted.

Three more black snakes rushed at him, and with a weary flick of his wand, he conjured up a huge iron net to encircle them, while he himself continued to gallop forward.

There were too many black snakes, a black snake almost tripped him when it came close to the ground, but fortunately he quickly transformed into a three-headed dog, let it hold the black snake and bite.

He didn't even realize that the three-headed dog actually only had two heads due to the depletion of his psychic powers.

As the battle progressed, he began to conjure something even stranger. He intended to conjure a troll to fight for him, but instead conjured a goblin.

Another time, he wanted to conjure a ring of fire to force a snake back, but instead conjured paper flowers for a banquet. Fortunately, a phoenix accompanying him blocked the fatal blow for him, but the phoenix itself was killed by the giant snake. Killed, disappeared.

Finally, the stairs leading to the hall appeared in front of him, and joy rushed into his veins like a shot in the arm, revitalizing his tired body.

However, his joy did not last long. Dozens of thick black snakes grew on the wall of the basement corridor, and they were tightly entangled, weaving into a dense black net.

The roar of the fire dragon had subsided, marble fragments were scattered all over the place, broken iron nets were hanging from the ceiling, and the ugly chicks of the phoenix were screaming helplessly.

Panting heavily, Peter looked up at the black web, his wand hand shaking with fatigue.

He regretted letting the Patronus inform Dumbledore, what if Dumbledore fell into the trap like him?

But he kind of hoped that Dumbledore was behind these black snakes at this moment, helping him escape with some unparalleled magic.

He is not afraid of death, the first half of his life has been described as magnificent, the only thing he has not tasted is the taste of love.

When he watched Voldemort fall, he thought that he would die in the warm embrace of his lover when he was very old.

He raised his wand with trembling hands—

"Burning flames!"

The flames made the black snakes squirm in pain, but the black magic dust in the tunnel quickly extinguished the last spark.

"Smashed to pieces!"

The spell hardly seemed to have any effect.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light shot out from the tip of his staff, hitting the scales of a black snake, its body hangs down feebly, but the tight black net just squirmed a few times before filling the gap.

Behind Peter, dozens of still moving black snakes approached him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

He turned and killed the snake closest to him. He tried to avoid the attack of the other snakes, but he found his feet were entangled--

Suddenly, the wall covered with black snakes was opened, and a huge hairy creature jumped out. It landed on all fours and rushed towards Peter quickly. In the darkness, Peter could only see a pair of glowing eyes.

(End of this chapter)