Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 28 Bigfoot is back
Along with billowing smoke and dust, the flying motorcycle crashed down in front of Harry.

Laughing, Sirius jumped out of the car and threw himself on Harry, hugging him tightly.

It wasn't until Harry was a little out of breath that Sirius let go of him, and rushed to hug Peter again.

"Harry! Wormtail!" Sirius put his arm around Peter's shoulders and stood side by side with him, "I miss him so much, we haven't seen each other for several years in a blink of an eye!"

"Papafoot, why are you still so naive, you actually rode a flying motorcycle to school." Peter said with a smile.

Sirius let go of Peter, pretended to push him away, and ran to put his arm around Harry's shoulders.

"Wormtail is a good baby, not like us grandpa, isn't he, Harry?" he whispered close to Harry's ear.

Harry looked down and chuckled.

Harry and Peter then introduced Hermione to Sirius.

Sirius leaned down and shook Hermione's hand warmly.

The sky had begun to darken, and Hogwarts Castle was lit up.

Sirius turned slowly around the clearing, his eyes gleaming, looking deeply at everything at Hogwarts.

"It's been so many years, but I'm finally back," he said, pointing to the places he mentioned, "The castle, the grounds, the Forbidden Forest, and the Whomping Willow... How nostalgic my school days are."

Sirius pointed to the strange tree, which was still shaking leisurely.

How many times had James, Sirius, and Peter wandered around with Lupine on a full moon night, relieving him of the pain of his transfiguration.

The Whomping Willow witnessed these laughter and laughter, and also witnessed the sad ending.

Sirius turned and saw the Ukrainian iron belly.

"Why don't we ride this one, it's better than a flying motorcycle." He patted the horns of the dragon and said happily.

Peter thought it was a little funny, "This dragon is too hot to ride. And it's going to be dinner soon, where else do you want to go?"

"Go to the bar for a few drinks, of course!" cried Sirius. "Harry, let's go, and let good baby Peter go back to drink pumpkin juice alone."

Sirius said, picked Harry up and threw him into the sidecar of the motorcycle.

Then he stuffed Hermione in too, got on the motorcycle himself, and deliberately made the engine roar, as if to drop Peter.

Peter quickly disappeared from the fire dragon on the ground, jumped on the motorcycle, and sat behind Sirius.

All four of them burst out laughing as the bike roared over the castle.

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They ordered a whole barrel of mead at the Three Broomsticks and bought a lot of food, and Sirius insisted that he pay the bill.

Sirius has a neat face, a clean shaven beard, and a few tufts of black hair casually placed on his forehead, which further highlights his elegant temperament.

On the contrary, he looked much younger than when he was released from prison ten years ago, and the joy of reuniting with his best friend and godson made him radiant.

He drank mead and talked about his experiences abroad over the years.

He bears the criminal record of a murderer, and at the same time he is the heir of the Black family who supports Voldemort, so he has received a lot of criticism and exclusion.

So a few years ago, he left the UK to work in the US.

He hated those boring paperwork and all the repetitive work in a small office.

It was his nature to take risks, and he would rather die in battle than be bored in a room day in and day out.

With his superb fighting skills, he became a non-staff member of the Magic Congress of America, responsible for secretly protecting President No-Maj from black wizards.

But during a background check, the Americans found out that he was a Hogwarts dropout and a former Azkaban criminal, which made him lose his hard-won job.

He simply went to work in an underground dueling club. The headquarters of this club is in the United States, but the competition is actually held on a tropical island.

Of course, these wizard duel competitions are all illegal, and some contestants are even willing to participate in some cruel competitions that allow the use of black magic in order to obtain higher rewards.

"Are they allowed to use the Avada Kedavra?" Peter asked as he took a sip of the mead.

"No, Avada Kedavra is an exception," said Sirius in a low voice. "The audience doesn't like a death that is too short."

Harry looked at his godfather adoringly, but Hermione looked a little scared.

"Not long ago Dumbledore wrote to me and told me that Harry was being targeted by Voldemort, so I immediately quit my job and rushed back." Sirius said, "Compared to boring wizard duels, this is the real battle."

"So what are you going to do here?" Peter asked.

Sirius smiled, "I don't need to work, I came back to fulfill my obligations as a godfather." He paused, and stroked his hair casually, "But Dumbledore said he would arrange a job for me Temporary positions for wages."

As he spoke, he put his hands on Harry's shoulders and drank down a large glass of wine.

"So you'll be living at the school?" Harry asked excitedly, turning his head to look at Sirius' face.

"Of course," Sirius said, "someone inside the school is going to murder you, and I have to live in the school so that I can be there in time for the attack."

Speaking of which, he seemed to suddenly remember something.

"I heard that some assailant cursed the basement corridor with black magic, and Peter and another teacher were seriously injured as a result-oops, I forgot to ask about this-Peter, are your injuries healed?"

Before Peter could answer, Harry spoke first.

"Professor Peddie was not injured, only Professor Snape was injured, but we went to St. Mungo's to see him this afternoon. He is much better and is even busy grading the Potions paper."

Sirius took his arm off Harry's shoulder.

He frowned and looked at his godson suspiciously.

"Snape?" he asked inexplicably. "Which Snape?"

"It's that Snape," Peter said helplessly.

Sirius turned to Peter, "Could it be Severus Snape?"

Peter raised his eyebrows and nodded.

Both Harry and Hermione looked puzzled, looking from Sirius to Peter.

Sirius said in shock: "This is impossible, he has already..."

Peter gave him a wink to stop talking too much, the children were still listening.

"You'll have to see him soon," Peter said with a wry smile. "I just hope you two don't fight."

Sirius still had an expression of disbelief.

He took a deep breath, spread his two big hands with slender fingers, then shrugged his shoulders, tilted his head, and leaned heavily behind the chair, expressing a meaning with his whole body——

"impossible."

(End of this chapter)