Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 35 12 Grimmauld Place

Now the Marauder's Map has a new mission.

After the basement hallway attack, Peter often pulled out his map and double-checked the school for suspicious names.

He found nothing.

The names of the students are often too dense to read clearly, and the teachers all perform their duties and appear where they should appear.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good," said Peter to the Marauder's Map.

The ink lines on the map slowly unfolded, and the first names that emerged were Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.

Immediately afterwards, the Hogwarts map was woven with ink, and black dots marked with names were scattered all over the castle.

Harry saw the names, "Did you draw this map?" He asked in amazement.

"Yes, I really miss it," said Sirius. "After the completion, James, Lupine and I were worried that the spell would fail, so we reinforced it with magic dozens of times. Sure enough, the magic on the map lasted forever."

"Then what's Professor Peddiell doing?" interrupted Harry.

"As for me, I'm mainly responsible for cheering and cheering," Peter said with a smile. "When I was a child, I was very poor at learning magic, and I was criticized by Professor McGonagall all day long."

Sirius was still basking in nostalgia, talking about his school days with a twinkle in his eyes.

"School life is so enjoyable, we didn't seem to realize that we would graduate one day, and we worked so hard to make the map permanent that it doesn't have much use for it now except for nostalgia."

"But now the map has a new use," said Peter. "I'm going to give it to Harry. It's more useful in Harry's hands than in ours, don't you think, Padfoot?"

"Of course." Sirius said heartily, "Harry, this map is very interesting. We spent a lot of effort casting a tracking spell on the whole school. Look, it can show people's names—"

As he spoke, he leaned over, ran his fingers across the parchment, and pointed to the names on it.

"—for example, you can find Draco Malfoy on the map—I heard he doesn't deal with you—I suggest you sprinkle some permanent glue on his path..."

"Sirius! Don't teach Harry badly," Peter interrupted.

But Sirius' fingers just slid across the basement, and Peter took an extra look.

The names of the Slytherin students overlapped beyond recognition.

In the next potions teacher's office, there was only one ink dot marked with Snape's name moving within a small range.

Everything is normal in the basement today, but who was it that attacked Peter that night?

"Okay...well, let's look for Filch then..." Sirius said, "...oh, he's on the first floor, he seems to be asleep, we can walk out with a big swagger."

He said "The mischief is over," and the Marauder's Map turned back into a blank parchment.

"Here, do you remember the password? This map will be yours from now on, don't let your father confiscate it." He said while stuffing the map into Harry's arms.

Peter, Sirius, Harry and Ron really walked out of the main gate of the castle without meeting anyone.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse on the field, and the cold winter wind made Harry and Ron shiver in their pajamas.

Peter conjures a dragon that spouts flames just right, warming the air around it.

"It's Ukrainian Iron Belly, I miss him a little bit after not seeing him for a few days," Harry said happily, "I don't have to fight with him this time."

"It's so cold that the dragon's body temperature has dropped," Peter suggested. "We can ride it for a while."

Before he could finish speaking, Sirius was the first to jump on the dragon's back, "Riding this is indeed more fun than riding a flying motorcycle!" He said happily.

All four of them climbed onto the dragon's back, and Ron was a little nervous. He held onto a thorn on the dragon's back tightly, fearing that he would slip down.

Ukrainian Iron Belly ran up a few steps, spread its wings and flew up, but it landed on the ground just outside the Hogwarts grounds.

"Why don't you fly, I haven't played enough yet." Sirius said.

"Harry and Ron will still be cold if they fly high," said Peter. "Let's manifest with our minions."

Sirius nodded and held Harry back, while Peter held Ron back.

The two spun in a circle almost at the same time, and with a snap, they were already standing on the doorstep of Black's old house.

It was a gloomy old house, the black paint on the door was peeling off, the silver door knocker was in the shape of a big curved snake, and there was a hoarse sound somewhere in the deserted square in front of the door.

Once here, the cheerful expression on Sirius' face disappeared instantly. He sighed and tapped the chain on the door with his wand.

"Go in," he said sullenly, as if unwilling to be the first to enter the house.

Peter took the hesitant Harry and Ron to the door. They crossed the threshold and walked into a dimly lit hallway.

A row of old-fashioned gas lamps cast a flickering light on the wall, and a silver candlestick was placed on an old wooden table next to it, which was also made into the shape of a big snake.

Sirius closed the door behind him, the chains locked the door like snakes, and the air in the room became even more stagnant.

There was a once gorgeous silver chandelier above their heads. Ron looked up at it. At this moment, a black spider the size of a palm came down from the chandelier and landed on Ron's face impartially.

"Ah!" Ron screamed, almost fainted from fright, Peter hurriedly supported him and helped him remove the spider.

A curtain in the foyer snapped open, and besides Ron, the portraits behind the curtain screamed.

"Blood traitors! Rats in the gutter! Bastards! Freaks! Get the hell out of here, you don't deserve to defile my ancestral home!"

"Shut up!" Sirius roared hoarsely over everyone in the hall.

The old lady in the portrait turned pale when she saw him.

"You—you—the prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the bloody bastard who came to claim his life!"

"Shut up!" Sirius drew out his wand and pointed viciously at the curtain. The curtain was drawn shut with a clatter, and the scream of the old lady died away.

There was a reverberating silence in the hall as Harry and Peter supported Ron, who was covering his face and trembling.

"That horrible old hag just now is my mother." Sirius said hoarsely.

"Master Sirius," said a bullfrog-like voice, "your faithful Kreacher welcomes you."

Across the hall came out a very old house-elf, who bowed deeply and put his nose to the ground.

He added in a voice that was perfectly audible to others:

"Shameful prodigal, dirty criminal, who dares to insult my honorable mistress. He also led bastards, pure-blood traitors, and shameless villains who betrayed the Dark Lord into the house, oh, my poor Regulus Young master, he doesn't know that his brother is hopeless..."

Peter, Harry, and Ron glanced at each other, and Sirius added in a dry voice, "This is Kreacher, my only family."

(End of this chapter)