Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 52 Duel
"Severus, are you going to fight me?"

"Just a demonstration." There was a sneer on Snape's mouth.

Peter didn't answer, striding away from Snape, waving his wand to break the Petrification Charm on Davis and Flint.

The students all stared at Peter curiously. They couldn't hear the conversation in their lowered voices. They thought the two teachers were talking about how to deal with the students who were fighting each other.

Davis and Flint were looking for their own wands on the stage. Due to the timely separation, the two were not injured.

Peter stood between the two to keep them from fighting again.

"Thank you two students for their...courage, it's wonderful, thank you, please go back to the stands." Peter praised very against his will.

Snape curled his lips and stepped forward, "Yes, thanks to Mr. Davies and Mr. Flint, they have fully demonstrated for us a simple spell that lacks power, precision and stability— "

He narrowed his eyes and paused meaningfully, "--the evil consequences."

Davies, flushed with embarrassment, and Flint, looking as ugly as a hundred hungry snails right under his nose, hurried off the stage.

Snape ignored them and continued on.

This was the first time he expressed his views in this class. His voice was as low as a whisper, but there was a kind of enchanting magic.

"Some of you may underestimate basic spells like the Disarming Curse, that's because you don't understand what real combat is, and you don't understand the mysteries of power, precision, and stability."

"Just like what Professor Peddie said," he gestured towards Peter, "There is great knowledge in simple spells, and the same spells have completely different effects in the hands of wizards of different levels."

"Dark wizards will not approach you in the way written in the textbook. Maybe they will resurrect the Infernal Corpse to fight for themselves, maybe they will turn the ordinary walls in the basement corridor into deadly poisonous snake traps."

He scanned the stands and tapped the ground with his cane, as if to show the students how badly he had been hurt by the attack.

The students all gasped, many of them thought that the basement attack had passed, Snape's words reminded them that the danger was far from gone, and the two terrifying words "infernal corpse" and "venomous snake" also stimulated their emotions. nerve.

He raised his volume slightly, and continued: "So our defense against the black arts cannot follow the scriptures. Only textbooks divide spells into basic and advanced spells. In fact, the so-called basic spells can compete with the most complicated magic in the right hands. "

"Next, we will demonstrate a real wizard duel," he invited Peter again, "Professor Peddie Road?"

Snape's words had reached such a point that Peter could no longer refuse, so he nodded and raised his wand slightly.

There were excited discussions and applause in the auditorium. From the students' point of view, this duel was a normal lecture prepared by the two professors in advance, but Peter knew that it was not in it at all.

He and Snape both moved to center stage, their faces very close together.

"Severus, what do you want to do?"

"Revenge. But don't worry, I'm not a murderer." Snape had a grin on his face.

Hearing this sentence, Peter finally understood why the man in front of him who had been bitten beyond recognition by a werewolf was so enthusiastic about the open class—he wanted to beat Peter in public.

And the day Harry fought the dragon, he was so interested in Peter's new spell for the same reason.

"It's a pity you can't beat me," said Peter, "and if you can listen to—"

"Do you want to persuade a murdered man to give up revenge on the murderer?"

"We're all sorry, no one wants you dead: Sirius...he meant to be joking, me, James and Lupine had no part in it, James pulled you when the werewolf bit you out... and Lily, she—"

"Enough!" His voice suddenly became sharp and hoarse, as if out of tune, he raised the volume uncontrollably, and this sentence was heard clearly by the students in the audience.

A moment of silence.

He quickly recovered his indifference, and drew out his wand with his crippled left hand, "Let's begin." He whispered.

Peter wondered why he had chosen to hold the cane in his left hand, perhaps because of the injury to his right shoulder, perhaps it symbolized something.

The two bowed to each other, wands held like swords before their chests, and they each took five steps backwards, turning at the same time—

"Disarm!" Snape yelled.

A dazzling red light pierced the air, and the whistling sound was clearly audible.

Peter swung his wand upwards and released an Iron Armor Charm. A translucent invisible magic barrier was in front of him. Accompanied by a loud buzzing sound, Snape's spell was bounced off the barrier and hit the auditorium's ceiling hard. .

The students watched intently, the strength of the attack and defense surpassed their understanding of the Disarming Curse and the Iron Armor Curse.

Snape was knocked off balance by the reaction force. He propped himself on the ground with his cane, and turned half his body sideways to reduce the impact area. Five red lights flew past his chest in a thrilling way.

From Snape's first attack, to Peter's counterattack with multiple stun spells, it all happened in a matter of seconds.

The duel continued, with spells flying up and down.

The wands in the hands of the two sometimes thrust out violently, and sometimes waved them leisurely. They adjusted the position of their feet slightly, always keeping a certain distance, and drew an invisible circle on the stage.

This duel was no longer within the scope of what the students could comprehend. They could only see the two wizards tossing and turning, and various offensive and defensive spells flying around.

Snape began to pant.

With difficulty he broke one spell, his wand trembling dangerously between his two fingers, and threw it at Peter as he dodged another spell.

Peter snorted, and moved slightly to the side. He knew that Snape's move couldn't be just a Muggle trick.

Sure enough, the cane turned into a black iron chain in mid-air, wrapping around Peter like a giant python.

Peter smelled the breath of black magic. He swung his wand upwards suddenly, and a blue flame rose around him, wrapping his body tightly.

The iron chain jumped into the flames, hissed, and turned into green smoke in an instant.

But Snape's attack was not over yet, a blinding red light shot from the tip of his staff.

Peter released the Iron Armor Curse, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Would Snape have been content with a simple Disarming Charm?

In a flash, the scarlet spell pierced through the magic barrier amid the exclamation of the students, leaving a fiery trail in the air. Everyone in the auditorium stared wide-eyed, watching this terrifyingly powerful spell. flew straight at Peter—

"Boom!"

The entire auditorium was shaking, a marble statue of a knight with a shield was blown apart by Snape's spell, rubble and dust covered Peter's figure.

Snape was panting violently, the snake venom and the old injuries all over his body seriously damaged his physical strength, suddenly, he realized something, turned around quickly, Peter appeared behind him, and the two pointed their wands at each other.

There was no sound in the auditorium, not only Snape, no one saw how Peter did it, he just appeared behind his opponent out of thin air.

Snape's breathing gradually became steady.

"This is not you, but a copy made of you with transfiguration. You cast a disillusionment spell on yourself, because you don't want to show your cards in public." He looked deeply at Peter with his black eyes, as if he wanted to To see into his heart.

"I'm afraid you also hide some dark magic that cannot be revealed." Peter said with a smile.

The two raised their wands again in a tacit understanding and bowed to each other. There was warm applause and cheers from the audience. In the eyes of the students, the two professors who were too strong to understand were evenly matched and tied.

Only Snape knew that there was another Peter standing behind him.

Times have changed, he has exhausted his strength in the twists and turns of fate, and this is no longer the era when he is one against four.

(End of this chapter)