Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 56 Notice
December brought strong winds and sleet to Hogwarts, and the big Durmstrang ship parked on the lake shook with the strong wind, its black sails fluttering and dancing in the wind.

There is always a draft in the castle in winter, and an influenza outbreak broke out in the school. Several teachers, including Filius Flitwick, the good-tempered head of Ravenclaw College, were unfortunately caught.

Madam Pomfrey became even busier, and she distributed a peppery potion to repel the cold, so students with white smoke in their ears could be seen everywhere in the hallway.

Despite the cold, Madame Maxime's steeds were doing well in the stables. Hagrid kept feeding them single malt whiskey. Falling asleep faster.

After the snails were confiscated by Umbridge, Hagrid hinted at keeping a more "interesting" magical creature, but he later temporarily forgot about it.

His attention was diverted elsewhere, because the beautiful Madame Maxime had arrived at Hogwarts, and he was trying to groom himself every day-or thought he groomed himself.

He wore a fluffy brown suit, brushed his shaggy hair with motor oil, and his beard became greasy and shiny. There were often broken teeth from the comb in his hair. If Hermione hadn't kindly reminded him, he would I'm afraid I'll be carrying it all day.

He no longer liked cooking in his hut, and now he ate every meal at the teachers' table, glanced at Madame Maxime from time to time, and several times poured hot tea up his nostrils.

On Monday morning, Peter enjoyed breakfast amidst the familiar smell of motor oil, though he was glad Hagrid's interests had shifted elsewhere for the time being, should Umbridge or Rita Skeeter find out he had any new animals , will definitely cause more trouble.

After a week at home with Kreacher, Sirius returned and Kreacher came to work in the Hogwarts kitchen so he wouldn't feel lonely.

In order to avoid conflict with the arrogant and patrolling Magic Education Committee, Sirius chose to turn into a black dog and lie at Peter's feet, and Peter handed him breakfast.

Madam Pomfrey walked past the staff table to bring Professor Flitwick the cold potion. She gave Peter a stern look at the black dog at his feet as she passed by. In her opinion, Peter had caused many injuries and then Bring big, dirty animals into the auditorium during the flu.

"This is a well-trained domestic pet dog." Dumbledore explained to her with a smile when he saw this.

Sirius grinned, squatted obediently on the ground, his tail wagging happily.

Madam Pomfrey was not moved by Sirius' cuteness, and walked over with a straight face, while Snape at the side also glanced at Sirius suspiciously.

Across the hall, Mr. Filch was busy, and Peter knew he was pinning a new notice on the bulletin board.

The students who had finished their breakfast gathered one after another, and soon there were disappointed sighs and boos from the crowd.

"Why Umbridge?" The Weasley twins questioned in unison.

"What's 'Safe Learning Based on Defense Against Magic'?" cried Ernie MacMillan. "Are we going to beat dark wizards in schools with books?"

The gloomy-faced security officers from the Magic Education Committee walked over to maintain order. Dumbledore watched what happened in the foyer and tilted his head slightly towards Peter.

"It's okay, I've prepared for it." Peter said lightly.

Professor Andonova, who usually stays on the Durmstrang ship, rarely appeared in the auditorium. She awkwardly walked across the staff table and tripped rashly on Professor Flitwick's chair. Flitwick slid straight off the chair.

"Oops, I'm sorry." She quickly pulled Professor Flitwick out from under the table and put him back on the chair.

"Ah, it's okay." Professor Flitwick was not angry, but rather amused.

Professor Andonova carefully bypassed other teachers' chairs, and walked awkwardly beside Dumbledore and Peter, "Uh...Professor Peddie, may I ask why you gave Umbridge the Defense Against the Dark Arts public class?" Is the lady here?"

"Sorry, there was a little twist last Friday."

Professor Andonova frowned, looking very disappointed, "I wanted to attend your next class, I heard about the performance duel between you and Professor Snape, it is said that your fire shield burned down half the stage .”

"To be honest, I didn't burn half the stage...but you can definitely participate in the public class tonight, and I will also show some skills in this class."

She showed a satisfied smile, nodded to Peter, greeted Dumbledore again, and left.

Peter felt that Professor Andonova seemed to be a scholar who was obsessed with studying magic and was not sociable—but there was another possibility that she was collecting information about Peter.

But she walked a few steps, turned back for some reason, walked to Dumbledore, lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "Professor Dumbledore, here... there is a strong black magic atmosphere here... an evil atmosphere... "

Dumbledore frowned, a deep indent appeared between the brows, and worry crept up his aged face.

"How did you perceive it?" He asked clearly.

Professor Andonova removed from her chest the magic disc that Peter had seen the morning of the attack in the basement corridor.

Now it was trembling slightly, rattling, and emitting a blinding green light.

"I've never encountered a situation where the disk reacted so strongly," Andonova said, her expression reminiscent of Sybill Trelawney. "This is not ordinary black magic... this is the ultimate evil ..."

Peter drew his wand, creating a magical space that enveloped the disk.

Several streaks of green mist floated slowly above the disc, like poisonous snakes coiled around each other, and the thickest streak pointed directly at Peter's direction.

Peter was stunned. After investigating for so long, could it be that the black magic was on him?

Dumbledore stared at the disc with his sharp blue eyes, and Professor McGonagall looked at Peter with a stern face. Snape stood up at some point and walked behind Peter silently, while Sirius stood anxiously Peter spun around.

In a flash, Peter understood.

He took out from his pocket the gold locket that Regulus bought with his life. It was heating and vibrating, making one suspect that something would jump out at any moment. This small box seemed to have life, a metal heart in the It ticks inside.

"This is Voldemort's relic." Peter explained.

Andonova looked obsessively at the locket decorated with silver snakes in front of her, "Professor Peddy, may I borrow it for research?"

Dumbledore winked calmly, but Peter already knew what he should do, "I'm sorry, Professor Andonova."

He quickly stretched out his hand, put the locket back in his pocket, and picked up the knife and fork again, "At six o'clock tonight, you are welcome to attend the public class." He smiled politely, and Andonova understood that this was an expulsion order , and left with a little disappointment.

After breakfast, Peter returned to his office, opened a silver box with seven locks, hid the locket in the deepest place, and after relocking the box, he imposed on the outside all the things he knew in his life. There are more than a dozen protection spells.

(End of this chapter)