Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 47 Cooperation
An hour later, Peter finished planning the Defense Against the Dark Arts club.

In fact, the name "club" does not seem appropriate to him, it is something much more serious than a club.

Voldemort has already got the Sorcerer's Stone, and his resurrection is only a matter of time.

By then, Voldemort, who can be resurrected infinitely, will only become stronger and more unscrupulous.

The only person who can confront Voldemort head-on in force is Dumbledore, and he is more than 110 years old.

Voldemort doesn't even have to do anything, he just needs to drink the elixir and wait for Dumbledore to die of old age, after which he can return to the mountains with his former henchmen.

Sixteen Death Eaters died in the final battle, but Peter knew there were many more who slipped through the cracks, not to mention other pure-blood wizards who secretly supported Voldemort's blood cleansing ideas but did not officially join the Death Eaters.

The immortal Voldemort and a group of vicious Death Eaters face off against increasingly talented young wizards...

The result can be imagined.

So what Peter is doing now is not only dealing with possible future attacks, he is also preparing for the next battle.

He brought the planning book and came to the entrance of the principal's office.

This matter requires the permission of the principal before it can be implemented.

Peter admits that his idea may disrupt normal teaching to a certain extent, and may cause unnecessary work pressure on Madam Pomfrey.

"Password?" asked the ugly gargoyle in front of the principal's office entrance.

"A heap of cockroaches," Peter replied without thinking.

The gargoyle jumped aside, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.

At the beginning of this semester, Dumbledore gave Peter a piece of parchment full of obscure spells. Peter opened the magic space to explore and found a dessert recipe written on the back with a colorless potion.

Peter guessed that this was the rotating password of the principal's office. The principal's office changes the password every two months, as long as it is deduced in order, it seems that he guessed right.

He took the spiral staircase up to the seventh floor, came to the door of the principal's office, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Dumbledore's gentle and cheerful voice came from the door.

Peter turned the door open and walked in.

To his surprise, Snape was also here.

Snape's face was still pale, and the bony scars on his cheeks were even more terrifying under the bright light of the headmaster's office.

He was wearing a gray shirt-style pajamas at the moment, sitting in a chair opposite Dumbledore's desk, with Fawkes the Phoenix on his shoulders.

"Sorry, I didn't bother you, did I?" Peter said politely, but he was actually wondering what Snape was doing out in his pajamas, was he going to a pajama party?
Snape and Fawkes turned their heads to look at Peter together, his over-high hooked nose almost in sync with the angle of the phoenix's beak.

"It's okay, Peddy, I'm here to not interfere with your business, maybe I can help you."

The corners of his mouth curled up in an expression that was almost a smile, and Peter couldn't tell whether he was warm, polite, or sarcastic.

"Peter, what can I do for you?" Dumbledore asked enthusiastically.

Peter handed the parchment to Dumbledore.

"I'm going to start a Defense Against the Dark Arts club, similar to Professor Slughorn's Slug Club."

Dumbledore glanced at the parchment, nodded with a smile, "To be more precise, it's an organization that arms the students, right?"

"Yes." Peter said frankly.

He was used to Dumbledore's way of talking. Dumbledore could always read other people's thoughts. He didn't need to say everything, the old man already understood everything.

"Very well, will you be the teacher yourself?"

"It's mainly like this, but I think a variety of styles is a good thing. If possible, I also hope to invite other professors to teach students, such as Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. Of course, I know that professors are very busy. I'll have a good talk with them..."

"I'm here now, don't you intend to be the first to ask me?" Snape had a meaningful smile on his face, "Or is it that the famous Professor Peddie doesn't understand the most basic etiquette?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Severus, I just didn't dare to expect you to be so enthusiastic about my open class."

"This can't just be your public class." He deliberately drew out the vowel of the word "your".

"I'm sorry, but I'm the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor here." Peter raised his eyebrows.

This is a matter of dominance.

Peter knew that Snape was far more interested in the Dark Arts itself than in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Snape was silent for a moment.

His dark eyes flicked questioningly to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore suddenly became very interested in the quiet night sky outside the headmaster.

Peter knew roughly why.

In the first half of this year, Snape had voluntarily applied to Dumbledore for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But Dumbledore turned him down, and turned around and offered to invite Peter. He wasn't sure at that time whether Peter wanted to take the job.

In other words, Dumbledore would rather have the position vacant than give it to Snape.

When the semester was approaching, Professor Slughorn suddenly proposed to retire, and only then did a Potions professor become vacant.

No wonder Snape was so enthusiastic about the open class, last time he offered to teach Harry how to fight dragons.

For him, this should be regarded as a substitute for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Well, call it whatever you want, but I must actually participate in lesson preparation." In front of the course he was most interested in, Snape really compromised, but he also put forward conditions.

"Of course, of course, thank you, Severus." Peter agreed, bending down and extending his right hand towards him.

Snape shook hands with Peter slightly. Peter felt that his right arm was still inflexible, and his neck was more bruised than that day in St. Mungo's. It seemed that the curse carried in the black snake's venom was far away. not eliminated.

Dumbledore watched them from behind his desk, his blue eyes sparkling behind half-moon spectacles, and his smile was much wider than usual.

He was glad to see Peter and Snape's relationship thawing. If the few who knew the truth were fighting against each other, the hope of finding the assailant in the castle in time would only be more remote.

Peter stood up straight and was about to walk out the door, "Severus, I'm going to start my first class this week, and I'll go to your office tomorrow night to talk with you about class preparation, good night."

"Let's go." Snape said impatiently with a straight face.

Peter came out of the room and closed the door to the headmaster's office, before he caught a glimpse of Dumbledore pointing his wand at Snape's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)