Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 62
The Yule Ball has more influence than imagined.Even teachers have been affected.

The Hogwarts teachers are all very old, and their participation in the ball is to add to the lively atmosphere in the school, and they don't pursue any kind of love like those young and budding students.

For example, Professor McGonagall is almost 60 years old. When Peter was a freshman waiting for the branch, Professor McGonagall was already the vice principal of the school.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout are also obviously very old. They were the heads of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff respectively when Peter was at school.

Not to mention the headmaster Dumbledore, who must be 110 years old now, he defeated the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald in [-], when he was the head of Gryffindor College.As for his specific age, it is estimated that only he and Merlin know.

So Peter's generation is already the youngest teacher at Hogwarts.

Sirius seldom appears in the castle, he would rather live freely in the Dragon Arena.But as he walked through the auditorium, the seven-foot towering figure, the girls chattering about the Yule Ball looked sideways and stared at him with burning eyes.

At lunch on Saturdays, Peter saw Sirius in the distance coming out of the hall, and he liked to sneak straight into the kitchen to grab whatever he wanted, just like he did when he was younger.

A group of girls stared at his handsome face as if he had been petrified. His hair was lazily arranged on his forehead, which made him look more elegant, but he didn't seem to feel anything, holding a bag Baked chicken legs and walked straight out of the auditorium.

Staring at the lamb chops on his plate, Peter couldn't help but smirk, but after a few laughs, he realized that he had also been tricked.

A senior, grown-up Beauxbatons girl pretended to be walking through the auditorium, deliberately walking past the teachers' table without haste, and cast a fiery peripheral glance at Peter.

Peter quickly poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice, avoiding the girl's eyes.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore, who was sitting nearby, had already seen this scene. He poked Peter and stared at him slyly, with a mischievous smile hidden under his long white beard.

Peter suddenly took an unusual interest in the pumpkin juice he was drinking.

Dumbledore said leisurely: "Peter, aren't you going to find yourself a dance partner?"

His cheerful blue eyes motioned across the hall, where Mrs. Pince was chatting enthusiastically, with Mr. Filch holding a broom full of dog hair and cigarette butts.

"No need," Peter said stiffly.

"Also, publish a few more papers on "Transfiguration Today." Dumbledore let Peter go with a smile, leaned out, and passed the serious-faced Professor McGonagall, poking Sneaker next to her. Pu, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Dumbledore was going to gossip about all the young teachers, the old man was really bad.

Snape turned his body half-turn slowly, looking at Dumbledore expressionlessly.

Peter would bet that Snape had overheard their conversation, he just didn't want to talk to Dumbledore.

"—Severus?" Dumbledore asked in a fatherly tone.

Snape didn't speak, he was not interested in the topic of the Christmas ball (to be precise, he was not interested in all topics except the black arts), and he turned his body slowly, like the headmaster's office Gargoyle.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore sternly, and squeezed a few words between his teeth: "Okay, Albus!"

Dumbledore squeezed his eyes aggrievedly, and began to taste a small sausage smeared with honey.

From just now, Professor McGonagall's lips became tighter and tighter, and the reason was not only because Dumbledore stabbed Peter and Severus.

On the other side of the auditorium, Stanley Constantine was chatting with a small group of Hogwarts girls, and he could vaguely hear him talking about the "weird sisters", and the girls all looked at him with admiration .

This time Constantine was just in the middle of the conversation, he exhaled a smoke ring, and frivolously touched the arm of a seventh-year Gryffindor girl, Peter suspected that Professor McGonagall was about to pull out his wand and turn him into a The guinea pig jumped up and down.

After lunch, Peter returned to the office for a short rest before walking out of the castle gate and heading for the Durmstrang ship.

The grounds outside the castle were covered with snow, and the boots creaked when they stepped on them. The cold winter wind blew across the grounds, and the shadows of the Forbidden Forest in the distance swayed gently.

When passing by Hagrid's hut, Peter smelled the aroma of wine. Hagrid was taking good care of Madame Maxime's flying horse.

It was only then that Peter remembered that he hadn't been bothered by the smell of motor oil at lunch, and it turned out that Hagrid hadn't eaten in the auditorium today.

Hagrid saw Peter and greeted him listlessly, the Hogwarts gamekeeper looking sullen at the moment.

The mention of Hagrid in Rita Skeeter's "Ministry of Magic Makes a New Silence" obviously took a toll on him.

Peter couldn't help but feel a little guilty because Rita was invited to the school by him.

Looking at Hagrid who was drunk and frowning, he secretly decided to increase the number of beetle repelling spells in the second event.

To cheer Hagrid up, Peter wanted to compliment Hagrid on how he looked today, but looking at his fluffy brown suit with huge boots and his shaggy head, Peter searched and found nothing to compliment point.

"Peter, what are you doing here?" Hagrid asked gruffly, picking up a large barrel of wine.

"I happened to pass by. I'm going to talk to Professor Andonova at the Durmstrang ship in a while."

"Oh, yes, of course," said Hagrid incoherently, with his head down, "I should have guessed... you're going to talk to her... talk to—" He was incoherent, hesitating.

"—the black magic attack last month." Peter said.

"—in love," said Hagrid.

Peter was dumbfounded, and he opened his mouth to defend himself, but Hagrid had gone on talking on his own.

"My mother abandoned me since I was a child, and my father died early. I have been alone for so many years... Well, when will I find my partner?"

As he spoke, he picked up a bucket of pure malt whiskey for feeding the horses and drank it. Madame Maxime's flying steed looked at him displeasedly and snorted anxiously.

Peter went over and took the barrel.

"Have you invited Madame Maxime to be your partner?"

Hagrid shook his hairy head, "I...I dare not, I'm not good enough for her."

"No, Hagrid, listen to me, you have to believe that you are the best, and don't be influenced by people like Rita Skeeter—"

"She's right, there's another broken comb stuck in my head, Hermione obviously reminded me..." Hagrid's eyes were red, and he wiped his tears with his sleeve.

"Don't give up on yourself. If anyone is praised by that Rita Skeeter, it's time to reflect on it. After her best-selling biography full of lies was published, I received abusive letters with curses every week, but that so what?"

Peter used all his strength to lift Higurah up, and recited the classic passage from "Crime and Lies Under the Legend": "Peter Peddylo is the most cowardly subordinate of the Dark Lord, a short-sighted and cowardly man Gutter rats..."

He didn't know how much his reassurance had affected Hagrid, but Hagrid looked much calmer, nodding wildly.

Finally, Peter stood on tiptoe and patted Hagrid on the shoulder.

"Look, you are twice as tall as ordinary people, so tall and mighty, who else is worthy of Madame Maxime?"

(End of this chapter)