Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 228 The Counterattack Begins

A few months later, it was Christmas Eve.

Christine was studying alone in the library, in front of him was a copy of the Hogwarts school rules compiled centuries ago.

After the start of his third year, the bullying by his fellow Slytherins intensified, and their parents even quietly got involved.

The most serious time, someone secretly cast the Imperius Curse on Christine, and then even controlled him, allowing him to attack the new Slytherin head who didn't suit them.

But he couldn't rashly launch a counterattack against his fellow Slytherins. He knew that behind them were pure-blood families with well-established roots, and he was just a single outsider.

He must study the school rules thoroughly so that his dear classmates can't find a reason to expel him.

There were few students in the library, and most people's minds were on the boring Yule Ball. Christine read for hours on end and discovered some ancient wizarding laws, such as... honor duels.

This is a bloody way of wizard duel. The two wizards who have agreed to a duel only need to cut their palms with a silver knife and shake hands with each other. An unbreakable magical connection will be created between the two. Unless life is at stake, anyone Do not interfere in a wizard duel.

Christine knew that the "International Prohibition of Dueling Law" was undergoing its third reading, and he had to solve the problem before the introduction of this wizard law.

At the same time, Hogwarts school regulations stipulate that students are not allowed to duel in the corridors, and the normal teaching order must not be disturbed by duels, so the Christmas holiday is the best time to duel.

Professor Peddie's Defense Against the Dark Arts Club is selecting students, but unfortunately he is only allowed to use the Disarming Spell, not other spells...

"System, show my property panel." Evan closed the book and ordered the system.

Host Name: Kristin Evan

Gender: male (male)

Race: human

Abilities: Charms (expand to see the spells you have mastered), Transfiguration (level 1), Potions (expand to see the formulas you have mastered), Diligence (? level), Guardian of Terror (level 2), Patronus Charm (level 1) , Black Arts Proficiency (level 5)
Mana: 1
Talent factor: 0
Milestone: Chapter 1 - Rise of the Dark Arts

Comprehensive magic level evaluation: Your attainments in black magic have surpassed those of experienced dark wizards, but your level in ordinary magic is just above average.Maybe you should balance your abilities, otherwise Azkaban wizard prison is not far from you.

"Your current awakening value is 135, do you want to open the exchange store?"

Looking at the system's evaluation of himself, Christine felt helpless. Now he finally understands why the black magic mastery is the purple ability.

Every time black magic is practiced or black magic is obtained in the lottery, the proficiency of the black magic proficiency skill itself will be increased, and after the black magic proficiency skill level is too high, almost every lottery draw will draw black magic, and the black magic itself will be drawn again. Will make the level of black magic proficiency higher...

Except for the golden ability that requires a lot of proficiency, Christine has practiced all other black arts to the highest level of level 5.

He opened the exchange store and bought a chance to draw a lottery. The pointer stopped on a purple card, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

"Ding! You have obtained the Cruciatus Curse (purple), which has been automatically decomposed, and 100 awakening points will be returned to you."

"The mastery of black magic has reached the full level, and the proficiency cannot be increased."

Sure enough, it is black magic that cannot be used casually in school, and it is nothing new.

Christine shook her head, stood up from her seat, put the book back where it was, and returned to the common room.

Today's Slytherin common room is rarely lively. Beside the antique fireplace, among the exquisitely carved furniture, students dance together to silent music, preparing for the Christmas ball in the near future.

Draco Malfoy was dancing with Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini was dancing with a beautiful girl Kristen didn't know, and all of them were dancing with slow, graceful steps, with light silver and green ties. Swing lightly.

None of this sentiment had anything to do with Muggle-born Christine, and it was impossible for any girl above the fourth year to choose him as a dance partner. They all thought Mudblood was dirty.

However, when Christine walked past them, he could catch a glimpse of the girls' barely concealed attention. His extremely handsome appearance and demeanor made these adolescent girls unable to really ignore him.

He walked sideways past Zabini and the pretty girl, but an armchair was placed nearby, making the space even tighter.

"Sorry," he said politely to the two, "I'm going back to my room."

"Oh——" the pretty girl was startled, she had been concentrating on dancing just now, "Sorry, I'll get out of the way."

She humbly made way for Christine—a straight, handsome Zabini face that paled in comparison to his thin, brown face: in the half-darkness, Christine It's almost like a person who stepped out of an ancient Greek marble sculpture.

"Thank you." Christine smiled politely, and walked to a table in the corner without looking back.

The girl smirked subconsciously, and when she turned to face her partner again, she saw a clouded face.

Zabini almost gritted his teeth, "He's just a Mudblood—"

"Oh, Zabini, come on..." the girl said reassuringly, "Let's keep dancing."

The two jumped a few more steps, and Zabini accidentally stepped on the girl's foot, and the girl screamed in pain, but Zabini did not apologize.

"Julis, wait here for me..." Zabini said darkly.

He strode up to Christine, who had already sat down to read a book about the history of wizards.

Christine looked up at Zabini, "Hello, Senior Zabini."

"I advise you to find out where you are," he said in a low voice, "it is already a disgrace to Slytherin that you appear in the common room of Slytherin house, can't you see that we are preparing for the Christmas ball ?"

"Of course I can see it," Christine was still smiling, "and I was just quietly reading a book. As for your dance partner, I don't know what's going on with her."

Zabini gasped in anger, Christine's words literally poking his lungs.

"Now... go back to your bed at once," Zabini said, putting his hands in his pockets. "It's crowded enough, no one wants to see a scumbag here—"

Christine's expression became serious, "'Xiao San Luan'... Are you talking about me? I still remember that you used this word on another person at the beginning of this semester, and he was—" He There was a deliberate pause, "The current Head of Slytherin House, isn't he?"

"What? Are you going to complain to Professor Snape?" Zabini said sarcastically, "Do you think Professor Snape will listen to a muddle?"

"Oh, when did you change your name to 'Professor'?" Christine laughed, "At the beginning of this semester, someone cast an Imperius Curse on me in Hogsmeade Village. Fortunately, I am very good at black arts. Research... do you know what that man asked me to do? He asked me to attack Professor Snape..."

Zabini's face changed color, and Christine knew he had found the right person.

(End of this chapter)