Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 55 Negotiations
Peter escorted Harry, Ron, and Hermione back to the Gryffindor common room, before walking out of the grounds and apparating into the Three Broomsticks.

There were not many people in the bar, and people were still working on Friday afternoon. Peter found a seat in the corner, ordered a bottle of butterbeer, and drank slowly.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, a middle-aged woman in her 40s walked into the bar. She was wearing a pair of bejeweled glasses, her fat fingers were holding an alligator leather handbag, her two-inch long nails were thickly painted red nail polish.

Rita Skeeter.

She was on time, and Peter smiled a little. He hadn't imagined that one day he would be relieved to see Rita Skeeter's ugly ladybug glasses.

Rita caught sight of Peter and rolled her eyes imperceptibly with false eyelashes, and Peter pretended not to see her eyes, he needed her now.

"Ms. Skeeter." Peter stood up and shook hands with her. Her red nails poked a white line on the back of his hand. "How have you been recently?"

Rita looked at the seats in the Three Broomsticks bar with disgust, and condescended to sit down, her red lips twitching bitterly.

"Professor Peddie, don't care about me so hypocritically."

The corners of Peter's mouth curled up, "Aren't you still worried about missing the exclusive report on the first game of the Triwizard Tournament?" He shook his head pretendingly, "The star Victor Krum... four Warriors...Minister of Magic...dragons...tsk tsk tsk."

Rita seemed to be holding back her anger, "You cast the Beetle Repelling Charm all over Hogwarts, I really appreciate you."

"Of course, I know our Animagus best, this little spell is nothing," he said sarcastically, "and why don't you come in through the front door openly, don't you want to?"

"You know that Albus Dumbledore banned me from the school." Rita squeezed the words through her teeth.

Peter settled back in his chair comfortably. "What did you call him? Let me think... 'an old lunatic with a rigid mind'? He liked your article the way I liked Peter Peddie Road : The Evil and the Lie under the legend is the same..."

"Stop going around in circles, Peddy, did you call me out just to humiliate me?"

"Of course not," Peter sat up straight, "I need you to work for me, and you will not refuse me, because I will provide you with the first-hand information you need."

Rita's eyes lit up involuntarily, and she took a green shorthand quill and a small stack of parchment from the alligator purse.

"Come on, Professor Peddie, do you want to talk about your magnificent Death Eater career? Or do you want to talk about the black magic attack inside Hogwarts?"

"The first topic is omitted, but this matter does have something to do with the second topic." Peter said with a smile.

Rita's automatic shorthand quill whirled into motion:
"In a dilapidated tavern, Professor Peter Pedillo, the winner of the Order of Merlin First Class, specially invited the author to have a meal with him. He wanted to tell the author all the details of the black magic attack."

"The war hero said frankly that he hadn't closed his eyes for three days because of his fear. When he talked about the scene that day, his unattractive face contorted in horror, and big drops of tears gushed out of his distracted brown eyes... ..."

Peter looked meaningfully at the words written by Rita Skeeter's quill.

"Oh, never mind, never mind, you can start talking, how did you feel when you were attacked? Were you scared or excited? How did you feel when Severus Snape was seriously injured? Did you faint ? Did you cry?"

"I can only tell you two words first - shut up." Peter raised his voice, "Shut up, and listen to me, if you don't want more beetles on the field in the second event of the Triwizard Cup The words of the expulsion curse."

Sure enough, Rita shut up obediently. It was the greatest torture for her not to get the news materials.

"Recently, the Council of Magical Education has taken over school security. I need you to document their work. If I'm not mistaken, one of your favourites is negative news from the Ministry of Magic."

Rita stared stiffly at Peter's smiling face, as if thinking about whether the material was worth her trouble, "...the negative news from the Ministry of Magic...the subject matter is not bad, but it doesn't sound hot enough."

"Don't worry, next Monday, I will organize an open class on Defense Against the Dark Arts, and let the members of the Magic Education Committee fully perform. I don't need you to falsify or exaggerate the facts. You just need to truthfully record their work status. "

She put away the quill and parchment in disappointment, "Personally, I prefer to attack the management system of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by using the black magic attack as an entry point—"

"Thank you, no need." Peter said coldly, "I've already told you what I need, you know what to do next, will you be able to fly into Hogwarts smoothly in the second match or will you be bumped into a wall?" On the air wall, it all depends on your choice."

After speaking, Peter got up and left, leaving Rita Skeeter moving her jaw back and forth angrily.

When he got back to school, it was already dinner time.

When he came to the auditorium, Peter saw Snape eating dinner on the classroom table.

His pale complexion is indeed a bit like a vampire, but he seems to enjoy human food like a normal person, and does not need the nourishment of human blood. On the day of the Triwizard Tournament, he stood in the afternoon sun and did not disappear...

Peter walked towards him and asked straight to the point, "Severus, do you know what happened to Mr. Malfoy?"

Snape raised his head slowly, expressionless, "I don't know. But maybe he has some ridiculous misunderstanding about the way werewolf disease is contagious. It seems that he gave back all his Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons in the third year to the teacher."

"He is afraid that you will take a bite?"

Snape raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore and McGonagall on the side looked at the two former students with loving father and mother eyes. Seeing that this pair of sworn enemies could chat a few words during dinner, their faces were written full of joy.

"The second public class on Defense Against the Dark Arts is next Monday, and Dolores Umbridge and the Council of Magical Education will be attending as... guests. I thought I should let you know."

"Dolores Umbridge?" Snape narrowed his eyes contemptuously.

Peter shrugged, returned to his seat, pulled over a small plate of delicate bean paste dessert, and ate it.

He felt that Snape's speculation did seem to have some truth, at least barely. Lucius might have told Draco about the Screaming Shack incident, and seeing the scar on Snape's face, they could more or less Guess it.

(End of this chapter)