Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 58 The Strength of the Ministry of Magic
With Dawlish leading the way, the other seven committee members also introduced their names and stood in a loose row on the stage, some of whom seemed a bit cramped.

Four men named Herman Rapp, Stanley Constantine, Domilik Hope and Isaac Freeman, and three women named Shireen Caro and Virginie Bell Ernes and Lisa Macdonald.

Peter tried his best to force himself to remember these unfamiliar names. He didn't expect anyone to admit that he was August Rookwood. For a moment, he wished that his magical space could engrave these intangible things into it.

During the process of these members introducing themselves, Peter noticed that Professor Andonova came quietly, just like the one in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she seemed not to interfere with the ongoing class, and Peter obeyed her Heart, no effort to introduce her.

Peter clapped his hands and asked everyone to focus on himself, "It seems that this class will be more meaningful than the last one. We are honored to have eight more heroic security officers as teachers, and one of them was born to die. the Aurors—"

"Wait a minute, Professor Peddie Road," Umbridge interrupted him, "this class will focus on the study of the theoretical knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Students of this age group should not be exposed to those unfriendly magic."

"Yes, but I didn't finalize the content of the lecture alone, and Professor Snape also participated, so for the sake of your future cooperation with Professor Snape, this class needs to complete some necessary handover work." Peter told Snape Nep gestured.

Umbridge glanced at Snape, she knew that Snape had something to do with Lucius Malfoy, she needed to curry favor with Mr Crouch, and Mr Crouch needed Mr Malfoy's patronage.

"Okay." She compromised, since this was Peter's last class anyway.

"Okay," Peter said cheerfully to the students in the audience, "Ms Umbridge and I resolved a small disagreement just now, and then we will continue to learn the Disarming Charm, and students who have enough energy can start practicing Iron Armor curse."

He walked up to the eight committee members and bowed slightly, "I would like to ask one of you to demonstrate with me the attack and defense of the Disarming Curse and the Iron Armor Curse."

Except for Dawlish who was still looking at Peter coldly, the other seven exchanged glances with each other, showing some hesitation.

"Mr. Hope," Peter immediately pulled out one of the burliest members of the committee when he saw this, and there was encouraging applause from the stands.

Hope walked to the center of the stage. He first took out his wand in his pocket, but couldn't find it, so he hurriedly rummaged through the inner pocket of his robe. It took a second to fully draw the wand.

If the security officer, Mr. Hope, encounters a dark wizard, the time required for this operation just now is enough for him to be hit by the Avada Kedavra curse more than ten times.

Peter pretended not to notice this, but he already had a rough estimate of Hope's strength, and he didn't intend to make anyone look bad on purpose.

"Okay, thank you, today I did not partner with Professor Snape to demonstrate for you, because you will find that different wizards have completely different fighting styles, and having teachers with different styles will be of great benefit to your actual combat." Peter explained .

He raised his wand, giving Mr. Hope time to get ready, "Disarm!" He pulled as hard as he could.

"Shield shield!" Mr. Hope stabbed his wand forward, nothing happened, the Disarming Curse hit him in the chest, and he was knocked to the ground, lying at Snape's feet, the wand flew into it. stands.

There was silence in the stands, and the students didn't seem to know how to react.

The way to release the Iron Armor Curse is to turn the wand to draw an invisible barrier in front of you. The higher the proficiency, the smaller the movement range and the faster the speed, but Mr. Hope has forgotten the most basic things.

If his spell teacher saw this terrible scene, he might be so angry that he passed out.

Mr. Hope stood up blushing, and Peter said against his will, "Very well, thank you, Mr. Hope, for showing us the effect of being hit by the disarming spell... um... Next, I would like to invite a security officer Show us how to defend with the Iron Armor Curse..."

He walked up to several Ministry of Magic employees, "Ms. Shireen Carrow."

Carlo stepped back in disgust, and Umbridge was also winking at her.

Peter didn't want to continue to have these Ministry staff perform farces if he could, but he had to investigate everyone.

He dragged Carlo from the team to the center of the stage, and she staggered along with a reluctance on her face. The scene was similar to that of Aurors catching Death Eaters.

With a sneer on his face, Snape stood aside and led the applause. The applause in the auditorium completely cut off Shireen Carrow's retreat.

Three seconds later, Shireen Caro flew out, and she fell beside Sirius comically. Sirius couldn't help barking like a laugh, and there was a burst of laughter from the students.

Two consecutive "security officers" can't use the Iron Armor Curse. Could it be that the current Ministry of Magic staff can't even cast a decent Iron Armor Curse?

Peter's psychological defense was hit again.

He helped the livid-faced Ms. Carrow up, and looked in the direction of the Ministry of Magic staff standing. Except for Dawlish, everyone flinched.

"Uh..." Peter said helplessly, "Mr. Stanley Constantine?"

"Oops, I forgot my wand tonight, and I'm good at a different kind of magic than the Iron Armor Charm." Mr. Constantine said with a playful smile. He reached into his windbreaker and pulled out a box of "Silk "Card" cigarettes, puffing out smoke as if no one else was around.

Peter frowned. He didn't feel any magical breath from Mr. Constantine, but smelled a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. "Excuse me, you are a security guard here, and you didn't bring a magic wand?"

Constantine let out a puff of smoke ring leisurely, "I was going to deduct fifty points from Gryffindor in the afternoon, but my tongue suddenly grew longer, so I had to go to the infirmary, and the wand was left there— — But it doesn't matter, I brought a lighter to light my cigarettes."

Peter's mouth was flattened, and he could see that this Constantine was a babbling liar. How did this kind of person get into the Ministry of Magic?

The first part of the public class is a demonstration, the second part is students' independent practice, and the last part is a duel. Peter planned to deal with the Magic Education Committee in the duel part, but who knew that he couldn't even pass the demonstration part...

"Forget it, let's ask Professor Snape to demonstrate the Iron Armor Curse for us." Peter raised his wand, "Disarm you."

"Armor—protection." Snape waved his wand perfunctorily with a gloating smile on his face, and he was reciting spells much slower than normal, with a sly tone.

(End of this chapter)