Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 60 Accidental Discovery
At breakfast the next day, Peter was leisurely reading the Daily Prophet, which indeed published a new article by Rita Skeeter:

—————The Ministry of Magic made a new fool—————

It appears that the Ministry of Magic is not content with making a fool of itself in the UK, writes our special correspondent Rita Skeeter.

Recently, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was troubled by a mysterious assailant. According to Peter Peddie (male, 34 years old) who witnessed it, a black snake grew on the wall of the basement corridor. The accident caused another school teacher West Ferris Snape (male, 34) was injured.

To ensure safety, Minister of Magic Batimir Crouch appointed the Magic Education Committee headed by Dolores Umbridge as a security officer. However, the performance of the Magic Education Committee was disappointing.

In an open class yesterday, members of the Magic Education Committee showed their appalling incompetence in Defense Against the Dark Arts—they couldn't even cast a decent Iron Armor Charm, and were knocked down by students one after another.

What's more, Stanley Constantine didn't have a wand on him at all, and Dolores Umbridge herself was publicly beaten by Peter Peddie's pet dog.The reporter of this newspaper can't help wondering what role such a "security officer" can play in the face of a dark wizard.

It is even more regrettable that Durmstrang principal Andonova watched this comic public class and expressed strong disappointment and dissatisfaction with the appointment of the security officer, Dolores Umbridge's Incompetence has discredited the British Ministry of Magic within Europe.

Criticism of the Ministry of Magic is not new. From the Quidditch World Cup riots to the disappearance of the Ministry of Magic employee August Rookwood, to the embarrassment this time in front of foreign dignitaries, the reporter of this newspaper raised questions: British Ministry of Magic Where is the limit of embarrassment?

To restore the reputation of the British wizarding community, the first step is to get rid of these incompetent "security officers" as soon as possible compared to the motor oil and broken combs in the hair of Hogwarts teacher Rubeus Hagrid.

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Peter folded the newspaper and put it aside. Sure enough, Rita Skeeter mentioned Hagrid. Fortunately, Hagrid did not continue to raise illegal magical creatures such as blow-tailed snails, otherwise his job would definitely be lost.

He'd think hard about how many Beetle Repelling Charms Rita's article mentioned about "motor oil and a broken comb" would earn her.

The students in the auditorium were also circulating the "Daily Prophet", and the crowd burst into laughter from time to time, as if they were reliving the ridiculous public class last night.

The excitement of Umbridge and her Magical Education Committee, which lasted only one day, disappeared without a trace. After two quick bites of scrambled eggs, she ran into the hall with her head down. Peter knew that his Defense Against the Dark Arts club could resume. Normal.

While he was enjoying the pan-fried cod, Kreacher popped out of nowhere, bowed respectfully, put a note on his desk, snapped his fingers, and disappeared.

He picked up the note, and there was a line of neat handwriting on it, "Professor Peddie, if you don't mind, can you come to the Durmstrang ship this Saturday afternoon? I have something to talk to you in detail." The signature is "Gabriella Andonova".

It was Professor Andonova, and what she wanted to talk to Peter about was probably about black magic curses, and for some reason, she was very concerned about the black magic attacks in the basement corridor.

This was exactly what Peter wanted.

He has investigated Draco Malfoy these days; according to Snape's analysis, the reason Malfoy is afraid of Snape may be that he is worried about being infected with werewolf disease, and he thinks that werewolves are very vicious and may kill people at any time -Peter Admit that this explanation barely makes sense.

The suspicion of Malfoy can be temporarily ruled out.

He also tested the staff of the Magic Education Committee last night, only Aurord Lux ​​did not find a chance to test.

To be honest, he felt that this group of mobs didn't have the strength to set deadly black magic traps at all. It was impossible for masters to pretend to be so flawless. Peter could tell them at a glance from the details of their wand swings and the strength of their magic breath.

Therefore, apart from Dawlish, the suspicion of other Ministry of Magic employees can also be temporarily ruled out.

Another person who needs to be investigated is Professor Andonova. He is struggling to find an excuse to approach her. This time she took the initiative to invite Peter to meet on the Durmstrang ship. This is a good opportunity.

After breakfast, he put the note in his pocket, ready to teach the fifth graders.

As he walked through the hall, he ran into Stanley Constantine, smoking a cigarette. Constantine was wearing a windbreaker, with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at him with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Constantine, what are you going to do today?" Peter asked politely.

"Wandering around and looking at the pretty girls at Hogwarts, it's a shame we can't give Gryffindor points today." He let out a big puff of smoke, and Peter noticed he was speaking with a thick Liverpool accent.

"When did you come to Hogwarts? I don't seem to have any impression of you before." This member of the education committee is so unique, it stands to reason that Peter should have noticed him.

"Last week," he said, frowning, "because the Department of Mysteries kicked me out, honestly working at the Ministry is boring, they're too conservative."

Hearing the word "Department of Mysteries", Peter's eyes lit up.

"Why were you thrown out?"

"I plan to build a hall of demons there, specializing in the mysteries of demons, but those old guys are stubborn, oh, really, I said a bit too much." He said so, but his face was There is no regret of saying the wrong thing.

"Thanks for telling me this, did you find your wand?"

He grinned and smiled, "No, I didn't go to the infirmary at all yesterday."

Peter looked at him suspiciously. He had never seen a wizard without a wand.

"I just use a wand to light a cigarette," he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, pulled out a new "Sika", and lit it skillfully with a Muggle lighter, "I prefer magic that doesn't use a wand—or— Witchcraft, like the Muggle occult."

"Muggle occult?"

"Yes, um—let's talk again when we have time," he looked at the auditorium, where Fleur Delacour was walking towards the foyer with a few Beauxbaton girls, complaining loudly about the cold air in Hogwarts Castle, "Yesterday I I owe you a big favor, Shireen Carrow is pretty good—”

Peter probably guessed where they went instead of the infirmary.

Constantine's eyes were firmly fixed on Fleur Delacour, and he continued absently: "—If you want me to help you, just say, for example, that you want to kill someone without anyone knowing it. Enemies and the like, well, Mr. Professor, goodbye."

"Okay, goodbye." Peter walked through the hall and hurried to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor. Behind him, Constantine had already gone to chat with Delacour.

He was thinking along the way, but he didn't expect that this Constantine was actually a member of the Department of Mysteries. According to him, it seemed that it would be effortless for him to kill someone quietly.

There was one more person Peter wanted to stare at.

(End of this chapter)