Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 54 Seeing Umbridge Again
That afternoon, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Peter was revisiting the engraved objects in the magic space.

There was a knock on the door, "Come in—"

Before he finished speaking, Dolores Umbridge walked in. Just now he was expecting a big black dog to rush in, but what he didn't expect was a pink toad.

Peter put away the magic space, and said with a half-smile: "Ms. Umbridge, what do you want from me? What dangerous mysterious room was discovered by the Magic Education Committee when they cleaned the castle?"

"Professor Peddie, I hope you will show some respect to the officials of the Ministry of Magic. I regret to tell you that your 'Dark Magic Club' has seriously affected the teaching order and has been banned." Umbridge looked up looking at Peter with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry, it's the Defense Against the Dark Arts Club."

"Whatever you call it, it's outlawed, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow such a serious disruption of order."

"Students must learn the skills of self-protection," Peter sat on his chair and folded his arms. "If a student is killed in the next black magic attack, what do you think will happen to the Ministry of Magic?"

"The Magical Education Committee has properly taken over school security," Umbridge's voice became more and more complacent. "The students' job is to learn, not to engage in this dangerous practice. I hope you can be a competent black man." Professor of Magic Defense."

"Oh, competent—such as Quillus Quirrell?" said Peter sarcastically.

The corners of Umbridge's mouth were pulled sideways, which made her mouth more like a toad's mouth, but fortunately it was winter, and if there was a fly in the air, Peter had no doubts that she would swallow it.

Peter smiled and continued: "Well, Ms. Umbridge, since the Magical Education Committee has taken over the security work, it might as well take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts club. I think Mr. Minister will be very satisfied with your achievements. "

Umbridge looked at him suspiciously, as if he could not believe that he had relinquished his power so easily.

She had a very bad six months.

She thought leading a committee would give her real power, but her job turned into decorating castles and cleaning, a chance to hold an event and get Mr. Crouch's attention that she couldn't wait for.

After hesitating for a moment, she said: "I want to reform it in the orthodox way advocated by the Ministry of Magic syllabus. Students must learn the theoretical knowledge that can be learned at their age, and pledge to be loyal to the Ministry of Magic."

"You are welcome." Peter pushed a cup of green tea in front of Umbridge, "If you like, this club already belongs to you, but I have to participate in the handover work in the next class, otherwise Sneaker, who is teaching with me I'm afraid Professor Pu will have an opinion."

He knew that Umbridge was afraid to offend Snape for some reason, and sure enough, Snape's name worked, and she gave a violent smirk as if to agree, then turned and left the room, falling hard on the the door.

Peter snorted. Umbridge is really troublesome, but this is an advantage for him. Taking this opportunity, he can investigate the vague-faced staff of the Magical Education Committee without alarming the enemy.

Of course, he couldn't really hand over the Defense Against the Dark Arts club to her. In his plan, the club cultivated fighters who could actually go to the battlefield to resist Voldemort in the future, and she would probably turn it into a mandatory student participation. theoretical classes.

With a flick of his wand, Peter conjured an owl, and Scabbers wriggled nervously in his pocket.

He wrote a note at random, tied it to the owl's foot, opened the window and let it fly, and fed Scabbers a can of rat food from the cupboard.

Then it's just a matter of killing time, and he knows that person will come to the appointment as scheduled.

It was almost time for Potions class to end, and he left the office and headed to the dungeon, intending to see Harry again, and, Draco.

Near the foyer, he caught sight of Draco, who was pale and whispering to Crabbe and Goyle.

"Mr. Malfoy," Peter stopped him, "I want to talk to you."

He was startled, and took a step back, "I'm sorry, Professor Peddie, I still have something to do..."

As he spoke, he directed Crabbe and Goyle to quicken their pace, squeeze through the crowd, and hurried past Peter.

"Professor Peddie?"

Hermione saw him in the distance and waved to him enthusiastically. Harry and Ron, who were studying the dueling badge, smiled when they saw him.

Peter looked at them with a smile, and stood there waiting for them to follow the flow of people. The students who came out from the side also greeted him as they passed by him. Several girls were still whispering about whether the professor would give them autographs.

"Your public class was too successful. I have never seen such a wonderful duel in a book. Now we can't wait for the next class." Hermione walked to him and looked at him with admiration.

"Thank you, Hermione," he replied flatly, walking up to the three of them and walking out of the hall with them.

"Professor, Hermione and I have scored 50 points, can we join the Defense Against the Dark Arts club?" Harry asked excitedly.

"I'm sure all three of you can do it."

Ron's face was a little red, "I'm the only one who doesn't get any points, I can't beat Harry and Hermione..."

Peter understood, it turned out that Harry and Hermione's 50 points were due to Ron, poor boy.

"It doesn't matter, your aptitude is very good, there are always opponents you can beat." This is the truth, it is too unfair for Ron to keep fighting Harry and Hermione, which is why he set the upper limit of points difference. All students deserve an objective ranking at the end.

They walked through the foyer and into the bustling auditorium.

"Professor, something unusual happened before Potions class..." Harry looked around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping, and then he brought Malfoy to kneel and cry in fright from Snape The thing is said again.

"Wow." Peter pretended to be very novel, "Why is Malfoy like this?"

"I don't know, I don't find Professor Snape that scary," said Harry, "but he's the Head of Slytherin House, and maybe he's done something terrible inside Slytherin House."

"But the other Slytherins aren't afraid of him, and what terrible things can he do?" Hermione frowned, trying to guess, "Use some kind of evil dark magic? Kill people? Or... (She lowers her voice) Is he actually a vampire secretly sucking the blood of students?"

"Maybe he left Malfoy with a twelve-foot Potions treatise," said Ron.

"Very likely." Peter laughed.

(End of this chapter)