Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 61
The next few days were peaceful, a heavy snow covered Hogwarts Castle with quilts, and the soft snow on the field became the duel venue agreed by the students. The sound of chanting mantras is endless.

The flu in the castle came and went, and Professor Flitwick's nose was no longer red, but Fleur Delacour still complained every day that there were too few fireplaces in the Hogwarts auditorium, the flames were not strong, and the style was too low. Not luxurious enough etc.

Fortunately, Fleur didn't have to attend Snape's Potions class: as the temperature outside dropped, the already bleak underground classroom became even colder. Poor heat.

Not only does Snape look like a bat, but his living habits are also somewhat similar to bats. Although it is winter, he doesn't like the fire and the sun. When passing by the sunny corridor, he often chooses to stay in the shadow cast by the castle wall shuttle.

But it is safe to say that Snape was not a vampire.

He has no fangs, but the teeth are not very neat, and he did not turn into ashes when he occasionally appeared outside. His neck is still bruised half a month after the attack, which proves that he does not have the self-healing ability of a vampire.

Contrary to Snape's gloomy Potions class, Professor Sprout's Herbalism class was full of life. Rows of hawthorn trees were planted in an open space near the greenhouse. The clumps of mistletoe were still green and studded with small white berries.

Peter is still teaching knowledge about magic space in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on weekdays, but the public class is still effective. After the duel practice, the students' ability to gather magic power has been greatly improved. After all, the principles of magic are interlinked .

The senior students have already learned to engrave various small objects, even living things. If all goes well, they will be able to engrave some objects that can be used in actual combat next semester.

Professor McGonagall asked Peter to confirm the objects he would teach students to engrave in his class, to ensure that the content of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration would not overlap.

If a student comes to the Transformation class with an object engraved in the magic space, it is almost the same as cheating, because the difficulty of transforming after engraving will be greatly reduced.

In the transfiguration class on Thursday, Professor McGonagall asked the students to practice turning guinea fowls into guinea pigs. Before the get out of class ended, those guinea pigs had been locked in cages, but Neville's guinea pig was still full of feathers and covered with Vitiligo.

Harry and Ron had already finished their homework, and they were playing a duel game in the back of the classroom. Each of them held a fake wand invented by the Weasley twins, and they were gesticulating swordsmanship back and forth.

"Couldn't you follow Professor Pedillo's order to have a civilized wizard duel?" Hermione frowned, sorting out her transfiguration class notes, and the noise Harry and Ron made made her very annoyed.

"We are also a serious wizard duel. The founder of Gryffindor College, Godric Gryffindor, is a master of swordsmanship." Ron said, putting the fake wand on his waist, and then pretending to pull it out, pretending He was drawing the invisible sword of Gryffindor.

"That's right, Gryffindors have deep-seated bravery—ha!" Harry murmured, and raised his fake wand against Ron's.

With a pop, the false wand revealed itself, and the two looked up now, Ron holding a tin-plated parrot, Harry holding a rubber haddock.

The two giggled, unfortunately their laughter was overheard by Professor McGonagall, who hurried over and glanced angrily at what Harry and Ron were holding - the head of the haddock was silent The ground fell to the ground and it was pecked off by Ron's parrot.

"Now that Potter and Weasley's behavior is finally commensurate with their behavior," Professor McGonagall pursed his lips sternly, "I have a few words to say to everyone."

"The Yule Ball is just around the corner - it's a Triwizard Tournament tradition, and if you're going to...well...let your hair go and relax, this is a great opportunity."

Lavender Brown let out a piercing smirk, and Parvadee Patil poked her so hard that the muscles in her face were almost tense, and their laughter was quite inexplicable-Professor McGonagall's hair always He was tightly pulled up and never saw her let go.

Professor McGonagall ignored them, "The ball will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock on Christmas night, and you will have to wear your dress robes at that time, and you'd better find yourself a dance partner."

Lavender laughed harder, covered her mouth to keep herself from making a sound, and turned to look at Harry.In fact, almost all the girls in the class were looking at Harry, and he felt hot eyes focused on him.

After the class was over, Professor McGonagall left Harry alone. He thought it must be because of his headless haddock, so he walked towards the podium listlessly. Speak up.

"Potter, every warrior has a companion—"

"What mate?" said Harry.

"Mate, partner, Potter."

Harry blushed. "I don't dance," he said hastily.

"Oh, you have to dance." Professor McGonagall smiled understandingly, "According to traditional conventions, the dance is held by warriors and their partners."

Harry pictured himself in a black top hat and tuxedo.This picture is too funny.

"Do not--"

"Stop arguing, Potter. As a warrior, you must find your own dance partner." Professor McGonagall said in an unquestionable tone.

Harry left the classroom and merged with Ron and Hermione into the corridors when he was suddenly surprised to find that Hogwarts housed so many girls that he hadn't noticed before.

The girls were giggling and whispering in the hallway, the girls were whispering and pointing when they saw Harry, the girls were excitedly exchanging ideas about what to wear on Christmas Day...

"Why do they all move in groups?" Harry asked Ron during lunch, when a dozen girls happened to pass by, they looked at Harry and secretly giggled, "How can I wait until they Going it alone and grabbing a claim?"

"Lose one up?" Ron suggested, and Harry let out a chuckle, when a girl came up to him and offered him an invitation. It was a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl whom Harry hadn't seen before. Did not speak to her.

"Ah? What? Ah...Sorry, I haven't figured it out yet..." Because it was too sudden, he refused without thinking.

The girl left with a hurt expression on her face.

"That girl was so pretty just now," Ron commented impartially after laughing enough.

To be honest, Harry didn't see the girl's face clearly at all, because he was too nervous when facing the girl.

"You rejected such a beautiful girl, who do you want to be your dance partner?" Ron asked with a smile.

Harry didn't answer, but he already had an answer in his mind.

Zhang Qiu's beautiful face appeared in his mind, and her hair was black and smooth... Zhang Qiu was a year higher than Harry, she was a Seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, and she was very popular.

However, Harry knew that Roger Davis was also pursuing her. Fortunately, Davis had an embarrassment in Professor Peddie Road's class last time. Maybe Harry still had a chance... But how can he talk to her alone? Woolen cloth?What if she rejected him?

Harry felt like he had swallowed a lump of lead in his stomach.

A fortnight ago Harry would have said that finding a dance partner was a piece of cake compared to a Hungarian Horntail, but now he felt he would rather have one more bout with a dragon, and even the memories of his hard training in the Dragon Arena become infinitely sweeter.

Thinking of this, Harry sighed.

Once the situation develops into an unmanageable situation, for example, Harry didn't find a dance partner until the beginning of the dance, he might apply the successful experience of the last dragon fight - stun one with multiple stun spells.

(End of this chapter)