Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 209 Crouch's Request
The golden sun was slowly rising above Hogwarts, and the strong sunlight shone on the broken window panes, on the green grass blackened by the flames, and on the black lake full of corpses.

The semi-open-air auditorium was filled with the light of life, and people expressed their condolences and joy to their heart's content, with tears and smiles intertwined here.

The house table was put back in its place, but no one was seated according to the house: everyone was huddled together in a mess, teachers and students, Aurors and commoners, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house-elves.

Kreacher stood on a chair, weeping bitterly, telling the other elves about Regulus Black, a meat cleaver smeared with Death Eater blood beside them.

There would be no breakfast this morning at Hogwarts, but there was something more to look forward to than breakfast.

After a life-and-death battle, after a whole night of terror and panic, they surrounded the war heroes who had killed Voldemort twice, happily imagining a new life after getting rid of the Dark Lord.

At this moment, Peter was sitting casually at one of the college desks, his head was so dazed, he was so tired that he fell asleep in the chair several times.

He could hardly remember how people rushed towards him, shouting, hugging him first, or throwing him high.When his admirers excitedly shake his hand, tell him their admiration, or express their gratitude, he just smiles tiredly.

Reporters from the Daily Prophet and a host of other newspapers flooded the school, desperate to get close-up shots of the severe damage to the castle, and two young reporters, in order to get enough coverage to grab attention, even secretly risked a close-up shot of a rotting hemp Melon corpse.

What happened next was too bloody to disclose. In short, they are currently being rescued at St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital, successfully making the medical system even more overwhelmed.

Of course, the reporters would not let Peter go. They rushed up to ask Peter all kinds of boring questions, and asked Peter to take pictures with the lake of corpses, ruined walls, broken hourglasses, snakes, Voldemort's yew wand, and even Voldemort's corpse. Never think about it, Peter has not closed his eyes all night, he just wants to rest now.

Andonova, Sirius, James, Lily, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lupine, Hagrid, Neville...Peter's relatives and friends gathered around him tacitly, fending off some unsightly things for him. Friendly questions and questions.

They were as exhausted as Peter, and many of them were wounded. Andonova couldn't hold herself back and fell asleep, her head resting lightly on Peter's shoulder, her chest heaving evenly.

The remains of more than a dozen victims were carried into the hall, far away from the bodies of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Their relatives and friends knelt and wept beside them. Everlasting candle.

The moment Voldemort fell to the ground, the Death Eaters who were not killed fled in a panic. The Aurors arrested some of them on the spot, but the rest were still wanted.

Among the Death Eaters, only Lucius Malfoy did not escape. He hugged his wife and children and hid in a corner at the end of the auditorium, crying.For them, the days of fear are finally over.

Hundreds of Yin corpses afraid of the sun got into the forbidden forest and jumped into the black lake, lost the control of their masters, they turned into a group of pure brainless monsters, only scratching and biting people.

The Ministry of Magic has set up a special team to deal with these ghost corpses. They will be safely contained, and after identification, they will be properly incinerated and buried.

For these innocent victims and their families, the sooner the black magic on the body is removed, the dead will be able to gain peace and dignity as soon as possible.

Only one Yin Corpse did not soak itself in the black lake, nor was it tied up and incinerated...

Snape had woken up, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they realized that his eyes were still black instead of milky white, and that he showed no signs of trying to bite.

He was sitting in a chair next to Peter at the moment, with Peter's relatives and friends, but he was carried over by force, and he could hardly move himself - if Severus Snape had the strength to move , his running speed when avoiding this hot atmosphere will be faster than when he is avoiding shampoo.

The healer poured him a lot of blood potions, which helped him over, but he was still bleeding profusely.

He was so badly wounded that it was a matter of course to send him to St. Mungo's, but Dumbledore insisted that he stay at the school to heal his wounds.

Peter could understand Dumbledore's intentions. Before noon, the entire wizarding world would know that Snape was Voldemort's spy at Hogwarts, and he directly led to Voldemort's resurrection.

At the same time, he is essentially the same thing as those rotting Infernal corpses in the Black Lake. It is not surprising that the families of the victims in Hogsmeade village did something to him. Maybe they would rush into the ward and throw the immobile Snape away. Burn it in the fireplace... Leaving him at Hogwarts, among trusted people, at least prevents the worst from happening.

Snape was sitting upright in his chair now, and they had put a lot of cushions behind it to make him feel a little better and relieve some of the pain.

The right half of his body was covered with bandages, and his right arm was wrapped so that only a few blackened fingers were exposed.Blood was still oozing from his nose, his eyes were half-opened, he was breathing hard, his face was ugly.However, with Voldemort dead, that cruel curse was gone, and in time, everything would be fine.

In the morning, owls flew over the auditorium, bringing news from far and wide.

The Daily Prophet was reporting the same thing from the front page to the last page - the siege of the Inferior and the death of Voldemort.Peter barely opened his eyelids, and looked at himself in the large wizard photo.Snape caught a glimpse of this and let out a mocking sound.

Then, Peter casually flipped through the inside pages, and a big headline caught his attention.

"Minister for Magic Batimire Crouch miraculously woke up in St. Mungo's this morning and revealed the shocking truth himself."

At some point, Dumbledore stood behind Peter.

"I almost forgot that Mr. Crouch is the Minister," said Dumbledore wearily. "Peter, and Severus, I want to speak with you alone."

Peter turned his face suspiciously, looked at Dumbledore's bent nose, and then looked at Snape, who was struggling to breathe.

Lily was helping to bring more blood potions, and she also found it strange to hear Dumbledore's request.

Before Peter or Lily could ask questions, Dumbledore explained.

"I know Severus' situation is bad, of course I do, but Mr. Crouch may not give us much time, he is looking for an efficient trial, he thinks the only way to get Severus early The safety of the magic society can only be ensured by sending him back to the tomb...Peter, read this."

Dumbledore's slender fingers clicked on this report, and Peter read in a low voice: "Mr. Crouch has been brutally tortured by Severus Snape for a long time..."

Peter glanced at Snape, who raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)