Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 235 Magic Test
Christine stared wide-eyed, looking at Professor Snape with a look of shock.

There wasn't much expression on Snape's face, but the corners of his mouth twitched up, clearly pleased with Christine's reaction.

In fact, Christine just pretended to be very surprised. He had already guessed that he was a Muggle. Otherwise, which little wizard would only awaken magic at the age of ten?
"Come on, Christine," said Snape, "you need to take the Ministry of Magic test of magic this afternoon."

"Magic power test?"

"Yes, the magic power test...Hogwarts can't recruit so many students, which means that we need to screen the students' magic power level."

Christine didn't ask any more questions. He followed Professor Snape and walked outside Zabini's house. The house elves working in the corridor bowed and greeted them when they saw them. Christine suddenly remembered what.

"Gnar!" he called, and Gnar was beside him immediately.

"My master, Gnar is always there."

"Gnar, I'm going to go out with Professor Snape to participate in an event of the Ministry of Magic. You go back and tell Mrs. Zabini what happened, and then you can rest for a while and do your own things."

"Of order." Gnar bowed low and disappeared into the air.

Snape didn't wait for Christine, he had already walked to the door, two house elves opened the door for him, the bright sunlight pierced into the room instantly, he staggered back a few steps, and put on his hood hastily.

"Christin!" Snape ordered impatiently, "quick, grab my arm."

Christine hesitated for a moment. He didn't really want to have physical contact with Snape. Of course, it wasn't because he was afraid of Infernal corpses. The dead had nothing to fear, and the living dead had nothing to fear... What he was worried about was: physical contact It may further expose his secrets, who knows if this man who is also a master of potions and a legilimenter has hidden clever tricks to see through people's hearts?
But just when Christine started Occlumency, Snape's pliers-like left hand stretched out, and this frighteningly powerful hand pulled Christine out of the door, and then, a burst of compressed air When Christine was able to see things again, they had already arrived at the crowded hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Christine saw the hundreds of people in Muggle costumes lined up in front of the security checkpoint at first glance, and each of them had a look of extreme excitement on their faces. When the paper planes flew over the team, they all raised their necks and followed each paper plane powered by magic.

Snape took Christine's arm and roughly pushed aside the Muggles lined up, pushing straight to the security checkpoint.The Muggles who were pushed and shoved by him were taken aback, but they didn't complain at all, but just stared at him like an exotic animal.

"This image of the evil dark wizard is too classic, isn't this the Gargamel in "The Smurfs"?" A young man said in a voice that Snape and Christine could completely hear.

"Keep your voice down, wizards can understand us too." His companion whispered beside him, "This is not a stage play, this is a real wizard—maybe it's really a dark wizard..."

The young man quickly covered his mouth and stopped talking, looking a little scared.Fortunately, Snape ignored him at all.

Snape was handing Christine's wand to the Ministry of Magic staff sitting behind the security checkpoint. These staff were already dazed by their busy work, and a listless middle-aged man took the wand and was about to take it Tucked into a magical furnace for incinerating documents.

"Idiot!" Snape cast a spell and hooked Christine's wand back. He said ferociously, "Where is the person who tested the wand? Christine Evan is going to take part in the magic test in the afternoon."

Only then did the middle-aged staff raise their eyelids as if waking up from a dream, "Ah, it's Professor Snape..." He left his seat in trepidation and ran out to find someone. The other staff behaved the same way when facing Snape. Uncomfortable, even a little apprehensive, thanks to the Daily Prophet and Rita Skeeter, almost everyone knew that Snape was an Inferi created by Voldemort.

While waiting, the Muggles were still chattering.

"Are all wizards this dark and scary?" asked a girl.

"Probably not," another little girl said shyly, "Look at the little brother next to him, alas, how can he be so handsome, if only I could also enter that Huo Han magic school..."

"Did you see it, magic! Real magic!" A woman in the crowd said excitedly. Her reflex arc was obviously unusually long. Of course, this may also be because she didn't believe in the real existence of magic until now.

"Yes, but we are not rare, thank you!" said a middle-aged man who was wheezing and panting, "I can't take it anymore, if it wasn't for my annual lawn award, I would never come to this ghost place! There are so many savages here... look at the scars on this young man's face, he must be a dirty rascal..."

Fortunately, Snape was negotiating with another employee, so he didn't hear the middle-aged man's words. Christine took a special look at this man. Holding up his driver's license, he intends to prove to the wizards that he is under the strong protection of the government and the law.

To be honest, the scars on Snape's face have faded a lot, and the exposed cheekbones are covered by new flesh, leaving only some red marks. Christine has never seen Professor Snape so healthy , strong, but in the eyes of this middle-aged Muggle, a young man with a face injury means that this person has fought with young people in society at school, or in some bar or other place, and he is a bad person who does not learn well.

At this time, an old man came out tremblingly. Christine recognized his gray eyes and gray hair at a glance. He was Mr. Ollivander from the wand shop in Diagon Alley.

"Ah, Christine!" He shook Christine's hand enthusiastically, but there was not so much smile in his gray eyes, "I still remember you, you bought a very good one from me. Wand—thirteen inches long, with a dragon heartstring core, and a yew wood case, of strong texture."

He stroked Christine's wand lightly with his fingers, checked the tip and handle, and then returned the wand to Christine, "Please try to release your magic power from the tip."

"Just release it here, okay?" Christine held the wand and looked at the people coming and going around.

Mr. Ollivander smiled encouragingly, so Christine gathered some magic power casually, and a faint white spot appeared at the tip of his wand. Snape lowered his eyes to look at this fragile spot of light, showing a sign A long, sarcastic expression.

A wrinkle appeared between Ollivander's brows, "You have taken good care of this wand without any problems," he said with a smile.

Mr. Ollivander's emotional intelligence is indeed not ordinary, and he couldn't find anything to praise, so he praised the wand as "no problem". However, except for that paranoid old Auror Mad-Eye Moody, no one should think Things like wands often go off and malfunction.

The bravest Muggles in the front line also came over, they couldn't even see a little white light on the tip of Christine's staff, in their eyes, Christine was just a person holding a small stick in a serious manner. teenager.

"Impressive," Snape said in his drawn-out drawl.

"It's not over yet, Professor Snape," said Christine.

He flicked his wand lightly, and the spot of light rose up. With the spot as the center, circles of translucent ripples spread soundlessly. They softly passed through people's bodies and filled the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic. The Muggles stopped. Noisy, the staff of the Ministry of Magic stopped working, Mr. Ollivander's friendly smile froze on his face, and the paper airplane hovered in mid-air.

Everything stopped, the surrounding was silent.

Christine slowly put down the wand, with the tip of the wand hanging down to the ground, then he leisurely raised his left hand, with the palm facing forward, holding the light spot between his five fingers.

Snape's thin hand grabbed Christine's wrist, and Christine turned around, surprised to find that Snape was still able to move.

"Christine, don't use magic indiscriminately to show off, to ensure the... safety of these people." Snape said word by word.

Christine suddenly felt a little guilty.

The principle of this magic is very simple. In fact, it is to concentrate a high concentration of magic power on a very small point. Within the range affected by the magic power, the air will become stagnant like a stone wall. Because of this, these people and things will stop. exercised.Speaking of which, he got the inspiration from the Defense Against the Dark Arts club assembly last semester.

He didn't want to use this spell in a place with so many people... Especially for those with weak magic power, exposure to such a high concentration of magic power could cause damage in itself.

Christine nodded to Professor Snape, and then he held the light point very lightly, and the magic was absorbed back into him, and they were drawn from the hall like invisible threads.

Christine tried to make this process as slow and gentle as possible, and Snape took his hand away from his, carefully observing the situation in the hall.

A few seconds later, the staff of the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Ollivander resumed their actions, and the paper airplane that stopped in mid-air also started flying again.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic looked at Christine with disbelief. They couldn't believe that a fourth-year student could release such powerful magic power. Some of them didn't even know what happened to them.

Next, the muggles with the weakest magic power also began to recover, and they started chatting again. The sweaty middle-aged fat man fell down clutching his chest, and the horse-faced woman next to him tried to hold him, but stayed with him fell to the ground.

The last trace of magic power was about to return to Christine's body, and a dazzling white light radiated through his fist.

The smile on Ollivander's face faded and was replaced by a mixture of awe and awe, his gray eyes locked on Christine's handsome pale face, and finally his lips squirmed a few times: "Son, you Reminds me of—"

"Whoa!"

A powerful blast of energy exploded, shattering glass and statues in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, cascading down with shattered glass, broken rocks and dust, parchment flying from every binder and desk , flying around in mid-air, people screaming and bending over to cover their heads.

Snape drew out his wand, waved his arm, the tip of the wand drew a few graceful arcs in the air, and the cuffs of his black robe fluttered accordingly.

As Snape cast the spell, the debris that was falling from the roof of the Ministry of Magic Hall seemed to be blown up by a strong wind. When they approached their original positions, they automatically returned to their original positions. After only a few tens of seconds, the hall of the Ministry of Magic returned to its original state, and not even a speck of dust fell on people's shoulders.

There was a moment of silence, and no one knew what to say.

Christine reopened his clenched fists, his palms were already a little red from the scorching magic power, Snape put his wand back in his pocket, his face livid.

"It's spectacular, is... is this magic?" asked a Muggle.

"Is this a prepared show?" said a Muggle girl in the back of the crowd.

"Mr. Evan," Mr. Ollivander collected himself, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have distracted you by talking to you at the stage when you need your concentration the most... What I just wanted to say is that you remind me of You two even look alike, and he has done a great thing—although it is a terrible thing, I think you will have great achievements in the future..."

"If it's such a big achievement, I'd rather not have it," Christine showed a rare serious expression, "I didn't think about it before this year, until I lost a game against My own duel..."

"Darkness can never triumph over purity and light - Professor Pedillo made it clear to me in that class, he used my own Patronus to defeat the terrible guards I summoned myself, and Voldemort's fate happened again It proves it."

Christine clenched his left fist again, ouroboros ring gleaming on his finger.

"Well said... Well said, kid!" Ollivander stood up tremblingly, holding Christine's hand with both hands, "I... I'm so confused, I said the wrong thing, you Don't take it to heart—Professor Snape, Mr. Evan's wand test has been completed, and his wand and his own magic power are impeccable and perfect."

There was no sign of excitement on Snape's face. He said gloomily, "Magic—is dangerous, Christine."

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape," Christine put the wand in his pocket, lowered his head slightly, "I was a little out of order just now."

"Unreliable?" cried the wizard who stuffed his wand into the document incinerator. "I've never seen such powerful magic. If you ask me, you don't need to take the magic test at all! I can let my colleagues Give you a test report directly!"

"No, we don't need a test report, what we need is a badge to enter the test room." Snape's low voice was filled with irritation, "Evan must take the test!"

(End of this chapter)