Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

241 Threat
People gave Lupine much less applause than Lockhart. His shabby robes showed that he had previously lived a vagrant and dishonorable life. Compared with the famous autobiographer, Remus John Lupine was just A little-known unknown.

Only Harry Potter and his friends applauded Lupine vigorously. Christine recalled that Snape once mentioned in the Ministry of Magic: Lupine won the third class medal of Merlin in the battle, but obviously no one paid attention to it. This unremarkable man is linked to a fighting hero.

Thinking of this, Christine glanced at Snape.

Snape looked very displeased, he pursed his lips, did not applaud with other teachers, his eyes kept falling on his crippled left hand, no wonder, it was the werewolf Lupine who bit Snape to death.

It turned out that the so-called letter of understanding was like this. If Snape, the victim, did not forgive Lupine, even if he was a fighting hero, the Ministry of Magic and the school board would not allow a werewolf who drank human blood to become a teacher. Contact with underage students.

Lupine didn't care about people's indifferent reactions, as if he had long been used to such things, he smiled and sat back on his chair, acting neither humble nor overbearing.

Dumbledore continued happily: "I would like to add that Professor Lockhart is very kind. He offered to be the instructor of the magic awakeners, so we can regard him as the temporary dean of the temporary academy!"

There was another burst of applause, and Lockhart showed eight gleaming white teeth. He stood up again, bowed gracefully, and the cloak on his left shoulder fluttered slightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you all, I will definitely let these friends from Muggle society better integrate into the magical society, I think, maybe I can find inspiration from my series of books, such as arranging them Goblins, werewolves and hags get up close and personal."

There was cheers of applause from the auditorium, and Lockhart was pleased with his good humor.He sat down, waved to everyone over and over again, and kept a bright smile the whole time. Christine felt that she could learn how to keep a smile from him first.

"Okay," said Dumbledore, "that's all about the personnel changes. Mr. Filch has added a few prohibited items as in previous years, which has increased the number of prohibited items to 375. I don't care about the time. I have detailed them one by one, and you can go to Mr. Filch's office to check it yourself."

"In addition, Mr. Filch also stated that dueling knight statues in the auditorium is strictly prohibited. He also advises everyone not to perform the above-mentioned behavior in any corner of Hogwarts Castle."

"That's all I want to say. I think everyone's stomachs are starting to growl. Let's eat!" Dumbledore raised his hands dramatically, and the golden owl on the podium spread its wings at the same time, and the golden meal Delicious food appeared on the plate immediately, and the Muggle magic awakeners and freshmen were all amazed.

As the dinner began, Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson offered to talk to Cassandra, who introduced themselves.Cassandra seemed impatient, but soon, Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson were chatting about Gilderoy Lockhart, his good looks and extraordinary talents.

Cassandra then had the opportunity to speak to Christine.

"Oh my god, I can't believe that Abigail and Wendy were assigned to Gryffindor," Cassandra said disgustedly, "don't tell me the two of them are going to permanently support those Muggles from now on?" Are you together?"

"I think they are doing very well now, look—" Christine gestured in the direction of the Warren sisters. The sisters are familiar no matter where they are. At this moment, they are with Gryffindor Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of the academy, gets into a lively chat.

"Sir Nicholas, do you know where people go when they die?" Abigail asked loudly.

This question broke Nearly Headless Nick's heart, "No! I don't know the mystery of death..." He shook his head so hard that his head was tilted from the round collar used to fix his neck, and the two sisters Laughing, Nick humiliated across the table and ran to the other side of the table.

The dinner was almost over, and the dessert had already been put on the table. There was a loud noise outside the auditorium, and even the ground shook a few times.

Professor Dumbledore whispered something, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape nodded and stood up from their seats. At this time, Professor Lockhart also stood up, with an inappropriately bright smile on his face.

Lockhart said a few words to Snape, and then Lockhart pressed Snape's shoulders and forced him back to his seat.

Snape was so angry that his face was livid, his teeth were bared, and he looked as if he was going to jump on Lockhart and tear him to pieces, but Lockhart didn't realize it, he held his head high, and went to the auditorium with Professor McGonagall Go to the door.

Along the way, Lockhart babbled: "... yes, yes, I deal with this kind of situation a lot, I can heal very bad burns, and all kinds of difficult diseases, if you read my " Wandering with Werewolves, you should know I even cured werewolf-"

With a creak, Professor McGonagall pushed open the door of the auditorium, and her action of pushing the door seemed extraordinarily rough.

The fire outside the door illuminated most of the night sky. A broken airship was burning fiercely. The hydrogen gas inside made the flames burn more and more intensely. Fortunately, there was nothing combustible in front of the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall waved his wand and conjured up a huge hood to enclose the airship. The flame lost the nourishment of oxygen and quickly went out.

"Amazing Transfiguration skills," said Professor Lockhart. "I know twenty-five spells to transfigure fire, and your fire fighting methods are only slightly inferior to mine..."

McGonagall ignored Lockhart, staring at Victor Lancaster and his bodyguards standing in front of the airship like an angry hawk.

"Are you a Muggle freshman this year?" asked Professor McGonagall sharply.

"Well..." Victor replied perfunctorily.

"Why don't you come to school on the Hogwarts Express?"

"That's not appropriate."

"What?" Mag's tone was already full of anger, and she seemed to be about to spread her wings and stretch out her claws in the next second.

Lockhart hurriedly persuaded him with a smile on his face: "This is the heir of the Lancaster family—Mr. Victor Lancaster, he is used to traveling alone, and he is crowded with so many other people. On the train of students, he will definitely not adapt."

Professor McGonagall's lips were drawn into a straight line.

"Professor Lockhart, please open your eyes and look at this terrible ruin. If the airship lands in the Forbidden Forest or crashes into the castle, the consequences will be disastrous. I think Lancaster's behavior is enough to be expelled from school. "

"Come on, Mr. Lancaster doesn't understand the rules of wizards," Professor Lockhart and Victor Lancaster exchanged glances, "and I'm the head of the temporary college, Professor McGonagall, I I think you don't have the power to—"

"Ghideroy," Dumbledore interrupted Lockhart, his tone was still calm, but there was a hint of coldness, without the usual enthusiasm, "Mr. Lancaster, can you explain your Behavior?"

A bodyguard stepped forward, intending to negotiate for Lancaster, but before he could speak, Dumbledore raised a hand and stopped him, "I need Mr. Lancaster himself to explain to me , he clearly has the ability to get the meaning right."

Dumbledore was taller than the bodyguard, and his blue eyes looked directly into Lancaster's, as if he had seen through him.

"I've never been in a car with so many people. It's dirty and unsafe to get too close to strangers, so I decided to take a private airship to the school. But I don't know why, just a Near the castle, the airship's engine failed. And then...then we had a lot of trouble getting it down safely, and when we got off the airship, it caught fire, and that was it."

"I'm afraid this is not a reason to convince me," Dumbledore said simply, "You can take the first train tomorrow to go back to London the same way, and of course Professor McGonagall won't mind taking some time to send you off with his entourage go home."

"No, you can't expel me!" Victor yelled, and the students in the auditorium gathered around, "I am a magic awakener, my father said, you can't expel me, otherwise you will be in big trouble !"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Lancaster, your magic level is C-level, and only A-level will be required to enroll. Please rest assured, silently unwilling to parasitize a soul with weak magic power."

Victor flew into a rage, he took out a letter from his arms, and roughly handed it to Dumbledore.

"Look for yourself! This is a letter from Downing Street!" He said arrogantly, "Even your Minister of Magic is no different from an ant in our eyes, let alone a little principal like you!"

Professor McGonagall's chest heaved violently, and the smile on Professor Lockhart's face also dissipated, but Dumbledore calmly opened the letter, his face became more serious, and he did not speak for a long time.

Victor Lancaster sneered, and his bodyguards pushed past Dumbledore, with Gilderoy Lockhart leading the way to the Awakened's table.

"No... Albus, this student's behavior is too extreme. They should be expelled no matter according to the school rules or the law. Why do you indulge them? What is the content of this letter?"

"Threat," Dumbledore whispered.

……

For the first few days of school, everything was business as usual.

Awakened Muggles are inserted into different classes according to their age and magical level, and they attend classes with other students except for Charms - except for Victor Lancaster.

He had to bring bodyguards with him in every class, and even asked the professor to teach him alone. At the same time, a small group of Muggles from families as powerful and wealthy as he was gathered around him, forming an arrogant small group. Hogwarts students complained a lot.

Professor McGonagall taught many advanced techniques in the Transfiguration class, but Christine would rather use the engraving technique taught by Professor Peddie last school year for transfiguration.It took him almost half an hour to master all the lessons, and other students who had participated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts club were also proficient in Transfiguration.

The Potions classroom was very cold even in early autumn, completely like a dark tomb, except for the flames under the cauldrons of the students, there was no fire in the fireplace, and the lights were very weak.

Snape started teaching enhancers to fourth year students this term, and he threatened the students that if they were at this level next year, they would fail their OWL exams and be worthless losers.

His temper was worse than that of an impulsive potion. Neither of the two new Defense Against the Dark Arts professors liked him, and they obviously took the position he wanted, and neither did the original Defense Against the Dark Arts club. up.

On Wednesday afternoon, Christine's class had its first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

When they walked into the classroom, they were shocked by the complicated and gorgeous decorations in the classroom. The walls were covered with portraits of Professor Lockhart. Lockhart himself stood in front of the podium, smiling at every student who passed him, showing The tooth that earned him the Best Smile award from Witch Weekly.

The eyes of the girls were almost locked on him.However, Cassandra was very contemptuous of other girls' star chasing behavior, "Che, I think he is just a show," she said proudly, "He is just a tasteless Ravenclaw."

A few minutes later, it was time for class, the students fell silent in their seats, and Professor Lockhart's first class began.

"Very well, I think I don't need to introduce myself anymore, I'm so famous, you should all know me." Professor Lockhart blinked, "I think you all spent time watching my series during the holidays The book series is over, and next I want to send out a questionnaire about which of my books you like the most, why you like this book, and why you like me so much."

The next hour and a half of the class was spent filling out Lockhart's questionnaire, which Christine didn't see had anything to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It wasn't until the end of class that Lockhart asked, "Was your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last semester Mr. Peddie?"

This sentence sparked a heated discussion, and the atmosphere in the already cold classroom became heated again. A Gryffindor student named Colin Creevey kept talking about what happened last semester.

Lockhart listened and nodded, "Very well, I think you can continue to practice engraving techniques in my class... Yes, yes, as you imagine, I have a very close personal relationship with Mr. Peddie, he All of his papers were inspired by me - haha, of course, like me, he's a great wizard!"

Then, he asked the students to show the results of the previous semester in turn. Christine conjured up a sword-holding knight as tall as two people. Lockhart was obviously taken aback, but he quickly straightened his forehead bangs.

"Very good, very good, I once created a thousand of these knights at once," Lockhart said happily, "but I still don't want to demonstrate here, it may collapse the castle...Okay, get out of class is over !thank you all!"

He bowed again, and there was applause in the classroom, and Christine was unmoved.

Another Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Friday morning.

When Christine was ready to fill out the next questionnaire, he found that the one standing on the podium was not Lockhart, but Professor Lupine.

The other students sighed in disappointment, and Professor Lupine was like the difference between a moth and a butterfly compared to Professor Lockhart.

Professor Lupine raised a manacled hand and drew his wand from his robes, his cuffs frayed and fuzzy, and Pansy Parkinson sneered.

"Fourth grade," Lupine said softly, "you should learn to counter-spell and break the curse... Before that, I would like to ask, what did Professor Lockhart teach you last class?"

The students told Professor Lupine truthfully about the questionnaire and Professor Pedillo. The corner of Lupine's mouth twitched, as if he almost smiled, but he quickly restrained himself.

"Is that so?" he said slightly sarcastically. "I've known Peter for 20 years, but I've never heard of him having anything to do with Professor Lockhart."

(End of this chapter)