Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 229 Duel Invitation

"Tell me, is it you who used the Imperius Curse to control me, or a wizard from the Zabini family?" Christine asked.

"No one has ever used the Imperius Curse to control you!" Zabini deliberately raised the volume so that the entire common room could hear his voice, "You are making a false accusation, using the Unforgivable Curse is punishable by life imprisonment, Not to mention attacking Professor Snape, the Zabini family would never do such a thing!"

The dancing in the common room stopped, and the Slytherins didn't care what was going on. They immediately stood next to Zabini and blamed Christine together.

"Evan, what nonsense are you talking about?" Marcus Flint approached him threateningly, "We allow you to continue to taint Slytherin House, which is tolerated!"

"The Zabini family is old and noble, it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing." Bulstrode said contemptuously.

"Tsk tsk tsk, dirty Mudblood..." said an arrogant senior girl.

"Brace, I can tell my dad about this for you. He has connections in the Ministry of Magic and can sentence this little mudblood for false accusations." Malfoy also chimed in.

"How about this, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy," Christine said unhurriedly, "I am willing to withdraw from Hogwarts, but only if you defeat me in an honor duel."

There was silence in the common room, most of the Slytherins were from well-established wizarding families, and of course they knew what an "honor duel" was.

In this kind of duel, both parties can use any magic, even including Avada Kedavra, and they will not be found guilty even if they kill or maim each other.

In a word: the winner can take everything from the loser, including but not limited to property, status, honor and life.

Malfoy's face changed a little, and he flinched.

Christine had nothing but a life, Malfoy didn't want to accept this kind of unprofitable duel, and Zabini was also hesitant.

Christine saw their thoughts, he stood up, and put on a slightly innocent expression.

"If I fail, I can be your house-elf and serve you all my life."

As soon as his words came out, there was an instant silence in the common room. After a while, several students burst into laughter.

"You can't be a house-elf," Zabini sneered, "although house-elves are as lowly as mudbloods, they are not dirty. If there was a mudblood in my manor, our whole family would not be able to eat. "

"But we can put him in chains and work in the mine," gruffly said a senior. "My family's gold mine needs some hardworking workers."

"Anyway, as long as this Mudblood disappears from Slytherin House," Nott waved his hand in disgust, "I can't stand the smell of inferior people anymore."

Christine secretly delighted, his dear classmates obviously underestimated him.In the first two school years, he was almost the worst student in the whole class, barely passing every class.

"So, which of you are willing to fight with me?" He took out a small knife from his pocket and cut a cut in the palm of his hand, and blood flowed immediately.

He handed out the knife, "If I lose, my fate is at your mercy."

Zabini disgustedly pushed away the knife that Christine handed over, took a silver knife from his waist, and cut at the palm of his hand.

"Brace, don't be like this," Julius held Zabini, and gave Christine a sympathetic look, "He's only in the third grade, he doesn't understand anything..."

"Get out of the way!" Zabini pushed her away angrily, "I won't ask him to be my slave, I just hope he can go back to the Muggle Orphanage!"

He drew a line on the palm of his hand and shook hands with Christine. This is called the wizard's oath, and he will never go back on his word after making the oath.

But the other students just made a verbal agreement with Christine and refused to shake Christine's hand because they didn't want to touch the Mudblood's hand.

At this moment, the door to the Slytherin common room opened, and a black bat-like figure of Professor Snape appeared at the door, and the room suddenly fell silent. trembling.

"I heard some commotion here," said Snape in a low voice. "What are you doing?"

"Professor, the Christmas ball is coming soon, and we are practicing dancing."

Snape's dark eyes scanned the carved armchairs that had been moved aside and piled up, "It's so late..."

"I'm sorry, Professor," the students apologized hastily, "we'll be leaving soon."

"No, that's not what I meant—it's so late and the hall is empty, why don't you go dance in it?" Snape said softly. "The common room is too cramped."

"But Mr. Filch won't let us—"

"It's okay, I can write a note to him, the dean still has this power..."

Snape took out a pen and paper, scribbled on the parchment for a while, and when he was done, he handed the note to the Slytherin prefects.

"Practice hard, don't be inferior to Gryffindor." After speaking, he was about to leave.

"Professor, wait a moment!"

Five or six students ran up to Snape with parchments, basically applications for access to restricted sections of the library, to use empty classrooms, or to occupy the Quidditch pitch, for his help to sign.

Snape just glanced at it almost casually, and happily signed "S. Snape" in the lower right corner of each application, and the other Slytherins walked past him and went to the auditorium to continue dancing.

At the beginning of school, the Slytherin students repelled Professor Snape very much. They only saw Snape's crippled hands and scarred face, and thought his indecentness shamed Slytherin. Did you graduate from Slytherin?

But now they understood that Snape was a Slytherin through and through, as if he had been cut from the mold.

Gradually, only Christine was left in the corner of the common room, and when Snape dismissed the last student who needed to sign, his eyes were fixed on Christine and his bleeding hand.

"Good night, Professor Snape." Christine stood up, bowed politely, and walked towards the dormitory. He had already hidden the knife in his robe.

"Mr. Evan, what were you doing just now?" Snape's nostrils flared, as if smelling blood in the air.

"Read A Brief History of the Witcher, unfortunately the book's cover is a bit sharp."

"is it?"

"Yes." Christine's expression didn't change at all.

Snape stared into his eyes, he knew what he was doing, maybe he needed to learn Occlumency as soon as possible.

"Be careful, I don't want you to do anything out of the ordinary." Snape dropped the warning and turned to leave, with the hem of his black robe fluttering behind him.

(End of this chapter)