Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 33 After the game
The next day, Friday, Dumbledore introduced Sirius to the students and staff at breakfast, and he was officially Hogwarts Security Officer.

Snape looked at him with malice, luckily the pair of enemies never actually met.

When Dumbledore mentioned Sirius' name, Snape commented under his breath: "Murderer."

In addition to Snape, there was another person in the school who was extremely dissatisfied with Sirius' arrival, and that was Dolores Umbridge, who believed that Sirius was just a dubious ex-convict.

She suggested to Mr. Crouch many times that the Magical Education Committee should maintain order in the school, and she still held a grudge when she failed to fire the teachers last time.

But Mr. Crouch didn't want to go against Dumbledore at all. The Prophecy Ball incident was a handle. Once Dumbledore disclosed the matter, his ministerial position might be lost.

With the appointment of the security officer and the safe conclusion of the first project of the Triwizard Tournament, the panic in the school dissipated a lot, but the public defense against the dark arts class that Peter promised was still expected by many students.

The fact that Professor Snape showed up with a cane proved in itself that the attack was more than a simple prank, and the students wanted to learn some fighting techniques.

Sirius didn't want to live in a castle, he liked freedom and hated the closed feeling.

He now lives alone in the Dragon Arena, and Peter helped him make it very livable, with all the furniture and clothing.

The red letter on the sign at the door was changed to "Warning: There is a vicious dog inside."

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On this day, Harry had a total of 6 potions lessons.

At dinner, eating with his potion-corroded hands, he complained that he must have broken the school record for taking so many potions lessons in one day.

"Six potions lessons are nothing, you should really read "Hogwarts, A School History," said Hermione proudly, "In 6, Professor Binns taught the same class 1623 consecutive lessons of magic. history."

"17 sessions of History of Magic!" Ron shuddered. "My God, these students may even wake up at the end of their sleep!"

"Speaking of which, how many lectures does Professor Snape have to teach?" Harry said with a frown. "He seemed to be lecturing from morning to night today."

"Who made the whole school have only one Potions teacher in the seventh grade." Hermione said, "He just came back from St. Mungo's. He really shouldn't be in a hurry to make up lessons. He might wear himself out."

"He did lose his temper when he was lecturing into the afternoon anyway," Harry muttered.

After eating, Harry, Ron and Hermione returned to the common room. Harry and Ron were in a good mood, chatting endlessly about the dragon from yesterday.

"Harry, it's time for you to study the golden egg." Hermione easily destroyed the relaxed atmosphere of Harry and Ron.

"There's still three full months to go," said Harry, putting the Horntail model into his pocket.

"You should put it another way - only three months," said Hermione stubbornly.

Harry couldn't hold back Hermione, and took out the golden egg from the dormitory.

When people in the common room saw Harry take out the golden egg, they all came together to watch the excitement. They all wanted to know what was in the golden egg.

Under the attention of everyone, Harry opened the golden egg from the seam, but found that the golden egg was empty inside, and there was a very hoarse and piercing hissing sound from inside, which was more terrifying than the sound of the ghost band playing with a chainsaw fear.

Everyone covered their ears, and Harry quickly closed the golden egg, his heart pounding.

"I see, the next project is female ghost!" Seamus said in shock.

"It could also be an Inferi... or even a Dementor..." Neville said, his face pale and his voice trembling.

"Stop guessing," said Hermione, "how could Dumbledore let such a vile Dark creature into the school?"

"So what do you think it is?" Harry asked.

Hermione pondered for a while, then said thoughtfully: "This hissing sound may be some kind of... message, some kind of language we don't understand, maybe it's a treasure hunt clue, otherwise why would this item be given to the Warriors? How about three months for us to study a golden egg?"

"Treasure hunting clues!" Ron was excited, "The treasure must be a large sum of Galleons!"

"That's not certain," said Hermione, "it's just my guess, I'm going to—"

"The library." Ron interrupted her with a grin. "You'd better not open this thing in the library, Mrs. Pince will eat you."

Hermione gave him a stern look, and he immediately put on a serious face.

*
That night, Peter created a magical space in his office to review the creatures, objects, and... people he had successfully imprinted.

He tried very hard to imagine the image of Harry, but the few times he waved his wand, all he conjured up were inanimate Harry Potter and other figurines.

It seems that there are indeed restrictions on engraving human beings. The person to be engraved must be present, otherwise the caster cannot accurately imagine its shape and magical aura.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound outside the office door, and he also vaguely heard a burst of rapid panting.

For a moment, his hair stood on end.

He thought of the mysterious attack that night, which also happened in the middle of the night, and it also happened when he was practicing the magic space.

He pulled out his wand from his waist, walked sideways to the door, and carefully opened the door—

A big black dog jumped in with its tongue out, wheezing.

He wagged his tail cheerfully and circled Peter.

Then he saw the Harry Potter figurine standing blankly by the desk, and jumped on it excitedly.

As a result, the Harry Potter figurine was thrown straight on the floor, his arms stiffly held in a folded position.

The big black dog took a few steps back, tilted its head suspiciously, and pouted its tail vigilantly.

Behind him, Peter couldn't help laughing out loud, "You're so stupid, that's just a fake Harry that I conjured up with Transfiguration."

The black dog disappeared and became Sirius.

"Your Harry is too scary," he complained, "I'm going home tonight, and Kreacher wrote me 19 letters urging me to go back, alas, if you and Harry can accompany me Just go, I don't want to go there alone."

"That place," said Peter, "do you mean 12 Grimmauld Place?"

"Yeah..." Sirius showed a sad look, for the first time since reuniting with Harry and Peter.

"I left there when I was 16 and was thrown into Azkaban... I hated the Black family, my parents and my brother, so I swore I would never go back, but now, when my family Already buried in the ground..."

He looked up and sighed softly.

"I can't tell you exactly how I feel."

(End of this chapter)