Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 25 Meeting in the Ward
As soon as they pass through the window, the dummy and the store disappear.

There is only St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds here, and there is no clear department store. The appearance of this house is just to isolate Muggles from prying eyes.

Peter led Harry and Hermione into the hall, where people came and went, and patients with strange symptoms were everywhere.

A woman with a mane growing out of her waist was roaring like a lion.

Another wizard was wearily holding a large flowerpot with two hands grafted onto a prickly pear by mistake.

Peter went through a door, down a narrow corridor, and up the stairs to the second floor, Harry and Hermione following obediently behind him.

They came to the biological injury department and walked to the door of a ward at the end of the corridor.

When Peter put his hand on the doorknob, he sincerely wished that he was not here at the moment, but in any corner of this beautiful world.

He opened the door and walked into the ward. This room was not big, it was a single room. Dumbledore probably arranged it like this on purpose.

Snape was the only one in the ward, neither Dumbledore nor McGonagall had come yet.

For a moment, Peter felt deep despair.

He just took Harry and Hermione to taste wine and chat, just to ensure that he could arrive later than Dumbledore and McGonagall.

What a mistake, Peter would rather face a thousand poisonous snakes again than face a single Snape here.

Snape had already returned to his human form, his face was paler and haggard than usual, he was wearing gray pajamas, his bandaged right shoulder was exposed, his scarred neck was a little blue from the snake's venom.

He was reclining on some pillows now, holding a piece of parchment in his crippled left hand, looking angry.

On the small bedside table were old books, inkwells and quills, and beside them were tall stacks of parchment - Peter recognized these as the Potions homework he'd seen in Snape's office that night.

Snape didn't seem to have seen Peter coming, or he was pretending not to.

He put down the parchment, pouted, awkwardly picked up the quill with his left hand, and wrote a big "D" on the parchment.

Hermione was on edge, terrified that the 'D' potions homework was hers.

She craned her neck and watched in horror as Snape picked up the other parchment.

Peter felt that he could no longer just stand here and watch him correct students' homework.

"Severus," Peter tried to sound concerned, "how are you feeling?"

Snape's eyes shifted to look at Peter's face, but there was no friendliness in his eyes.

"Very bad," he said in that slow drawl, "thanks to your outrageous stupidity, Peddie."

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

"Thank you..." Peter said earnestly, "You did not hesitate to injure yourself in order to save my life."

"I'm not that noble, but unlike you, I can't watch anyone die in front of me," Snape said coldly.

Harry and Hermione, who had never seen such a cold visit, stood aside with confused expressions on their faces.

"I'm sorry," Peter whispered.

He had made up his mind before coming here, no matter how bad Snape's attitude was, he would never have any conflict with this man who was almost pierced by fangs.

Another moment of silence.

Snape ignored Peter and continued to read the potions homework.

He finished grading the one in his hand, flipped through the two assignments below, and turned to Harry and Hermione.

"Oh, it's Mr. Potter and Miss Granger's paper," he said softly.

Harry and Hermione were taken aback by being called out by name suddenly.

"Not bad...very good..." he said while watching, "The average level of potions homework this time is terrible, only your two papers don't make me angry."

Harry and Hermione smiled flattered, overwhelmed by the sudden compliment.

"Your class is already in the fourth grade, and you will take the OWLs exam next year. Tell other students for me that they should work hard these days when I am away. I hope everyone can get the certificate, otherwise... I will Disappointed."

"Okay..." Harry didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Professor Snape," Hermione said courageously, "I think...you shouldn't be in such a hurry to correct these assignments, you have been injured so badly, you should rest in peace..."

"Then my wounds would be for nothing," said Snape, without looking up, "and I'd be refurbished by these awful potions treatises."

He wrote a big "O" on Harry's and Hermione's respectively, then picked up another assignment, and the anger quickly returned to his face.

"I think this might be Ron's homework..." Hermione said in a low voice.

Harry just snorted, he was still fighting with Ron.

Soon, there were footsteps outside the door, and Peter finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape was writing a "P" on the paper that seemed to belong to Ron when Dumbledore and McGonagall walked in.

"Severus!" Dumbledore walked quickly to his bed and greeted him warmly.

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." Snape said as he put the paper aside, trying to sit up, with a painful expression on his face.

"Don't—" Dumbledore quickly stopped him, "Please don't pay attention to those red tapes, I just hope you can rest well now."

McGonagall stretched out her hands excitedly and held Snape's hand tightly.

"Severus, I've been worrying all day, and now I'm finally relieved, alas, poor thing..." She spoke, her eyes turning red.

Snape's expression was a little stiff, he seemed very uncomfortable with this kind of situation where he was cared about.

Dumbledore drew his wand and conjured five chairs.

"Please sit down," he said.

Everyone sat in a small circle, Dumbledore himself sat in the chair closest to Snape, McGonagall next to Dumbledore, Peter chose the farthest seat, and the two children sat in the middle.

"Please forgive me for putting this meeting in St. Mungo's without waiting for Severus to recover." Dumbledore continued, "But the current situation does not allow us to wait any longer, and the next attack may happen at any time." occur."

"Especially Harry. The first project of the Triwizard Tournament will start in a few days. We don't have a clue yet. The attackers are very likely to use the game to get rid of Harry."

"As far as I know, the first item is the fire dragon." Snape said flatly.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

(End of this chapter)