Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 4 The Three-Headed Dog in the Auditorium

The next morning, while Harry and Ron were eating breakfast and studying the new term timetable, Hermione stared sternly at the toast and butter in front of her.

"Well, there are two divination classes this afternoon."

Harry looked at the timetable and sighed, he really hated divination class, Professor Trelawney lowered the quality of teaching in the whole school.

"Yeah," Ron swallowed a big mouthful of chicken, grabbed a cup full of pumpkin juice, put it in front of his eyes, and imitated Trelawney's magic voice with a shake of his head:

"In this holy pumpkin juice, I see pumpkins... My dear children, this means disaster at Hogwarts..."

Harry stretched his neck and chuckled: "The 'disaster' should be that foreigners know that our school is actually the magic school with the best teaching quality in Europe."

"Aren't you going to drop that water class like I did?" said Hermione, spreading butter on toast, "and then you can come to Arithmancy."

"Hey, Hermione, didn't you want to go on a hunger strike to resist slave labor?" Ron grinned when he found that Hermione started eating again.

"I've already figured it out, and I want to use a better way to protect the legal rights of the elves." Hermione said solemnly.

Ron ignored her on purpose, pretending to be concentrating on a chicken leg.

"I seem to hear the crowing of a chicken. Oh, I'm sorry, it's Hermione Granger's stomach crowing."

Hermione glared at Ron, her mouth drawn into a stern line.

Hermione, known as Little Greg.

Seeing this, Ron immediately ate the chicken drumsticks with lowered eyebrows, and Harry smiled knowingly.

At this moment, more than 100 owls flew in from the window.

It's the routine owl delivery every morning.

On the other side of the auditorium, Draco Malfoy was sitting behind a hill of receipts, flipping through a copy of the Daily Prophet.

He seemed to have found something interesting in the newspaper, so he hurriedly invited him to read it with Ban Crabbe and Gore, and then the three of them laughed maliciously together.

When the laugh was over, Malfoy stood up, waving the newspaper in Harry, Ron and Hermione's direction.

"Weasley! Weasley!"

"Why?" Ron replied sullenly with his mouth full of chicken legs.

"Your dad's in the papers again!" Malfoy yelled, "Read this!"

***The Ministry of Magic is in trouble again***
Looks like the Ministry of Magic's turmoil isn't over yet, writes our correspondent Rita Skeeter.Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been under fire for failing to maintain order at the Quidditch World Cup and for the still-unexplained disappearance of Ministry employee August Rookwood.Arthur Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, was incompetent in cleaning up the Ministry of Magic's new disadvantage after 28 wizards bombed Muggle toilets in London last week.

Arthur Weasley's clean-up work took too long to be witnessed by Muggles, and Muggles had to undergo memory modification.At the suggestion of Mr. Weasley, the Ministry of Magic purchased a pipe cleaner from Potter's Magic Pharmacy.When the reporter of our newspaper asked Mr. Weasley why he chose low-quality and high-priced products, Mr. Weasley refused to answer.

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"Hey, Potter, you and Weasley are a perfect match!" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Weasley, your father is really hardworking, please help me to ask him, can you get overtime pay for unclogging the Muggle toilets?" ?"

Ron clenched his fists, and Harry and Hermione advised him to ignore Malfoy.

Malfoy continued to push his nose to his face: "No wonder, the house of the Weasley family is not as good as the toilet!"

"Malfoy! Shut up!"

Peter came over to maintain order, and he heard Malfoy's last words.

Malfoy gave Peter a strange look, and sat down unconvinced.

Peter flicked his wand slightly.

"Ouch!" Malfoy plopped down on the floor, his chair being magically removed by Peter.

Crabbe and Goyle hurried up to help Malfoy, but Malfoy pushed them away hard, lay on the ground with his tailbone in his hands and began to play tricks.

Everyone in the auditorium was watching, and Malfoy stepped up his performance.

"Ouch, I can't move!"

"Look, the new professor broke me!"

"You just wait to be fired, I'm going to sue you!"

"Oh? Sue me?" Peter said with interest, "Are you going to sue your new dean?"

"Hmph, what is he?" Malfoy said contemptuously, "I'm going to tell my dad!"

Peter quietly shook his wand again.

The chair behind Malfoy instantly turned into a terrifying three-headed dog.

The three-headed dog was as tall as two people, growled lowly, and salivated.

Its long fangs were ready to bite through Malfoy at any moment, and its six yellow eyes were fixed on him.

Malfoy's face turned pale immediately, he let out a scream, bounced off the ground, and scrambled onto the dining table, trying to stay away from this terrifying monster.

He was so frightened that he forgot about pretending to be sick.

The other Slytherins jumped up in terror and fled from the table.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall rushed over.

"Professor Peddie!" Professor McGonagall shouted, "Merlin's beard! Why is there a three-headed dog in the auditorium?"

"Professor McGonagall, you don't have to worry, this is just Transfiguration."

Speaking of Peter, he waved his wand carelessly, and the three-headed dog turned back into a chair.

"I just want to help Mr. Malfoy test whether his motor ability is impaired. Now we can rest assured that he is healthy, but he is not polite." Peter said with a smile.

At this moment, Malfoy was already pale with fright, and stood stiffly on the dining table.

He was covered with butter and jam, and had two plates of bread under his feet.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had long since forgotten to eat and watched the show with relish.

"Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall ordered sternly, "What do you look like, get off the table!"

Malfoy, lips pale, scrambled off the table in a daze.

McGonagall walked over to support him, and said bluntly, "Go back and change quickly, don't delay class, I want Professor Snape to know about this."

Malfoy was escorted by Professor McGonagall, and walked towards the hall in a daze, and his two followers were also silent.

"Wait a minute, Professor McGonagall!" Peter caught up with them from behind, "I still have something to talk to Mr. Malfoy alone."

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, and said with a straight face: "Peter, I hope you will stop being so radical."

"Don't worry, I'm just talking to him." Peter said lightly.

Professor McGonagall nodded and walked into the hall, leaving Malfoy and Peter behind.

Malfoy took two steps back in fear, afraid that Peter would turn into something more terrifying, such as a dragon.

Peter leaned down and leaned close to Malfoy's face, showing an enigmatic smile.

"50 points from Slytherin for your rudeness."

"Also, don't take your father out in front of me next time. I have killed sixteen Death Eaters. Fortunately, your father is very lucky."

After speaking, Peter turned and left.

(End of this chapter)