Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 21: Sleepless Night
A few minutes later, the flames of the fireplace burned fiercely, and a tall figure appeared in the fire, spinning rapidly.

Soon, Dumbledore appeared from the fire, and he hurried out of the fireplace in a snow-white pajamas.

Behind Dumbledore, McGonagall emerged from the fireplace, also in her pajamas.

"I heard that Severus was injured?" Dumbledore asked about it as soon as he came up.

Peter nodded, pointed to Snape who was lying on the desk, and whispered, "He saved me, but he was seriously injured."

Dumbledore and McGonagall walked quickly to Snape, leaning over to check Snape's injury.

By this time Snape's fur was already wet with blood, and there was a large pool of blood on the table, dripping onto the floor.

Dumbledore's brow furrowed deeply, two vertical lines appeared on his forehead, and genuine concern flashed in his blue eyes.

He brushed back the bloody hairs and carefully observed the bloody wounds. He touched Snape's nose and carefully pushed Snape's body—Snape didn't respond, but he was covered with A large stream of blood gushed from Biter's mouth.

"Merlin's beard!" McGonagall exclaimed, her chest heaving violently, "He's bleeding inside!"

Dumbledore drew his wand, pointed at the bloody holes, and murmured a humming spell that, contrary to the ghastly whisper Peter had heard earlier, was calming.

Not long after, Dumbledore stopped, shook his head, and gently raised his wand to levitate the unconscious werewolf.

"I'm sending Severus to treatment now." Dumbledore said, "Minerva, please inform Mr. Crouch of the situation. During my absence, you will manage the school."

"Albus," McGonagall said worriedly, "Severus is in a werewolf state, what will the people of St. Mungo say?"

"Saint Mungo can't save him," said Dumbledore, "I'll take him somewhere else...Peter, please tell the Slytherins not to leave the common room immediately, and then you hurry to find Madam Pomfrey Well, you're badly hurt, too."

After speaking, Dumbledore supported Snape who was floating in mid-air, grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the mantelpiece and sprinkled it into the fire, stepped into the flames and disappeared.

McGonagall looked at the pool of blood left by Snape, "Poor Severus..." she said to Peter in a trembling voice, "I hope he's okay..."

Peter said in a comforting tone: "Severus is an extremely tenacious person, I believe he will survive this time."

Mag nodded, sighed, and disappeared into the fire.

Peter was alone in the room, and it was time for him to complete his task.

He sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, put his head into the fire, and yelled clearly, "The Slytherin common room!"

After a whirl, his head appeared in the Slytherin common room: it was a long, low basement with walls carved from rough stone, and the room was glowing with green light, and the windows could be admired. The deep waters of the Black Lake.

There wasn't a single student in the common room. It was about two o'clock in the morning, and the students had already fallen asleep.

Peter pointed Snape's wand to his throat, magically amplifying the sound.

"Slytherins!" he yelled, "come into the common room, I have an urgent announcement!"

Soon enough, the sleepy Slytherins appeared in their pajamas, all bewildered at the sight of Professor Peddie's face in the fireplace.

"Professor Peddie, it's so late, why did you wake us up?" a Slytherin student complained.

Peter ignored him, and said in an unquestionable tone: "The corridor between the Slytherin common room and the entrance hall is cursed, and no one is allowed to leave the common room until further notice from the school, understand?"

For a while, the students talked a lot.

"why?"

"Then how do we go to class?"

"Did Peeves do it again?"

……

"Quiet!" Peter said loudly, overshadowing the students' discussion, "Listen, this is not an ordinary curse. If you don't want to die tragically, don't go there!"

The word "tragic death" frightened them, and most of them fell silent, exchanging skeptical glances.

"Since the situation is so serious, why doesn't our new headmaster come and inform us?" A senior student questioned arrogantly, his words were clearly accusing Snape of being irresponsible.

"Unfortunately, Professor Snape himself has just suffered a curse, and his life and death are uncertain, which is why I came here to replace him." Peter replied.

This statement had an obvious effect, and the students all showed horror. They finally believed that the hallway was not some prank by Peeves, but a real deadly curse.

In the dim light of the fire, Peter recognized Draco Malfoy. He was hiding in the back row of the crowd, with no trace of blood on his pale pointed face, and his eyes were full of horror.

A conjecture suddenly appeared in Peter's mind.

Because of Snape's appalling appearance, physical disability, and a lowly-born half-blood wizard, many Slytherin students who grew up in ancient pure-blood families looked down on him very much, thinking that it was a disgrace to Slytherin House to have him as the dean.

And this time the location of the black magic curse was near Snape's office, and it did cause him to be seriously injured in the end.

Maybe some Slytherin was trying to get rid of Snape in the most extreme way possible...

But after thinking about it, Peter felt that this argument was untenable.

If the Dark Curse had been aimed at Snape, what was the whisper Peter had heard?Why did Snape himself know the conditions for the disappearance of the curse?

Besides, this kind of black magic is extremely advanced, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary students to be able to release such magic...

With all kinds of thoughts, Peter returned to the foyer. He found that Professor McGonagall had organized the teaching staff. Not only was the way from the foyer to the basement classroom blocked, but even the way to the Hufflepuff common room was blocked. And traffic is prohibited.

Instead of going to the infirmary, Peter stood in the foyer all night. He created a magical space, felt the black magic in the corridor, and tried to find out its source.

In the wizarding world, there is no casting of spells without leaving traces, and there is no hiding without traces. The murderer lurking in Hogwarts set up such a grand black magic trap, and his body must be contaminated with the breath of this evil magic .

The ceiling of the auditorium gradually turned white, and Peter's consciousness became more and more blurred. There was a bloody bag on the back of his head, and his body was covered with bruises. Excessive casting made him exhausted...

Sleepiness hit, he gave up struggling——

"Professor Peddie?" A pleasant female voice said with concern, "Are you all right?"

He woke up suddenly. It turned out that he almost fell down just now. Fortunately, Professor Andonova helped him by the shoulder in time.

(End of this chapter)