Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 63 Black Magic Experiment

Saying goodbye to Hagrid, Peter walked towards the Black Lake.

The great ship Durmstrang tossed in the cold wind, its snow-covered deck empty, its black sails flapping in the wind.

The lake had frozen near the shore, and the hull had dug a small gap in the thin ice.

Hogwarts Castle's thick walls and warm fires can't keep out the cold wind, let alone this stormy ship, living in this ship just looks cold.

Peter approached it and waited for a while. A plank was laid on the shore. Peter walked up to the deck along the plank. A Durmstrang boy in a fur cloak bowed silently to him and led the He went into the cabin.

The two descended a narrow wooden staircase at the stern, and Peter noticed that the ship wasn't as damp and cold as he'd imagined, perhaps they'd cast some kind of insulation magic here.

They came to a beautifully decorated carved wooden door, the Durmstrang student knocked the silver deer head knocker for Peter, and then left silently, Peter wondered if all Durmstrang people So reserved.

Soon, Professor Andonova opened the door and welcomed him in.

She was wearing a gray and white robe today, with the Durmstrang deer head badge conspicuously pinned to her chest. After shaking hands, Professor Andonova asked Peter to sit on a leather sofa and poured wine A glass of wine.

Peter looked around. Her office was full of all kinds of magical instruments. On the shelf opposite the desk was a glass bottle filled with a bright red liquid, a gilt silver knife with a bone handle, and many other things. A magic item that Peter couldn't explain the use of.

Professor Andonova did not greet him politely, she put an old book with a black cover in front of Peter straight to the point, "Please read this book."

This old book is somewhat decayed, with weird symbols written all over it, and dark red stains sticking to the margins.

Peter raised his head: "What do you think this book has to do with the attack in the basement corridor?"

Professor Andonova sat across from Peter, looking at the ominous marks on the book with obsessive eyes, "This is an ancient black magic. I think it is similar in nature to the black magic traps in the basement corridor."

"Can I ask? Why are you so concerned about the black magic attack in the basement corridor?" This was the question that Peter had been haunting all along. This time he went straight to the point, hoping to hear Andonova's answer.

"I want to catch the attacker, otherwise the personal safety of Durmstrang students cannot be guaranteed." She whispered, her eyes dodging a little.

"There is another possibility, maybe you are too obsessed with black magic." Peter said seriously.

She seemed offended, "Professor Peddie, I always thought you could understand me. I know that you love black magic as much as I do, and because of this, you have been misunderstood by others."

Peter frowned. Although he had pretended to join the Death Eaters, his best magic was still transfiguration, and he actually knew very little about black magic.

He probably guessed why Professor Andonova had such misunderstandings about herself. In the best-selling biography "Sin and Lies Under the Legend", Rita Skeeter spent a lot of space portraying Peter as an evil dark wizard.

But Peter didn't defend himself. If Andonova hadn't misunderstood her, she might not be so interested in Peter, and Peter would lose the opportunity to get close to her, which he didn't want to see.

"Well, what did you come to talk to me about?"

"I hope you can talk about this black magic with you, only you can perceive this black magic energy in a safe situation."

Peter understood, he pulled out his wand, and with a flick of his hand, he created a powerful magic space in the office.

Andonova's office is filled with a strong black magic atmosphere. Presumably she often conducts some black magic research. The concentration of black magic here can be compared with the old house of Black's house, but there are not many traces of black magic in the black book .

Andonova seemed a little disappointed. She began to sprinkle sulfur on the floor, drawing a circular magic circle with unrecognizable twisted symbols written in the middle.

"Professor Andonova, please be careful." Peter saw that this was the preparation for a black magic ceremony, and he felt a little uneasy, but Andonova didn't seem to hear him, she concentrated on writing in the center of the circle Each symbol, the expression is mesmerizing.

Five minutes later, she finished drawing the circle, and Peter watched her every move anxiously.

She tapped the upper edge of the magic circle with her wand, and the brimstone burned violently.

"Professor Peddie." She looked very excited, "Can you detect the nature of this black magic?"

Peter shook his head. The pungent smell of burning sulfur made him dizzy. In the magic space, he could only feel a chaotic, untraceable magical energy surging in the magic circle.

Andonova took the bottle filled with the red liquid from the shelf and poured the liquid into the burning brimstone, and with a bang, the flames turned an ominous dark red.

Peter stood up and watched the ongoing black magic ceremony. The chaotic magic energy in the magic circle became stronger, but he still couldn't distinguish the nature and source of this ability.

He clenched his wand tightly, ready to use the fire shield to deal with the black snake that might appear at any time, but after waiting for a long time, nothing appeared except the choking smoke.

Andonova seemed to have made up her mind. She grabbed the old black book and whispered a cadenced spell.

【The great will from darkness】

【Your snake eyes look down on all living beings. 】

[I guide you with my blood, I sacrifice my life to you, and I gift you my soul. 】

……

Andonova's brown eyes turned blood red, her body was arched strangely, her originally beautiful voice became hoarse and broken, and there was a sound of scraping rotten parchment in her throat, as if someone was playing a song with a file. first out of key ballad

Peter was horrified, for he had heard such incantations that night.

"Stop! Stop!"

But Andonova has been controlled by the magic circle and lost her mind.

【In the name of my bloodline】

[I beg you——]

"Except your weapons!"

The black book flew high, and Andonova's body fell heavily on the floor, and she finally regained consciousness.

A cluster of black snakes is slowly coming out of the magic circle. The body of the snake has not yet fully formed, and a puff of black smoke gathers on it.

Andonova lay on the floor, trembling all over, she grabbed her throat in pain, cold sweat dripped down her pale face.

In the magical space, Peter saw white smoke coming out of her eyes, ears and mouth—the magic circle was drawing her life, and she was about to become a sacrifice to summon the black snake.

Pointing at the magic circle with his wand, Peter shouted, "All curses end!"

The black snake retracted into the magic circle, turned into black smoke and dissipated, the dark red sulfur fire was extinguished, leaving a burnt mark on the floor.

Andonova fell to the side, panting violently, and Peter pulled her up and sat her against the wall.

"Sorry, I... I was so reckless..."

Peter lowered himself down, pointed at her with his wand, and said mercilessly: "I should have allowed you to be a black magic sacrifice just now, I didn't expect you to have such an irresponsible attitude towards black magic experiments. "

"I'm sorry, thank you, you saved my life," she said incoherently, "I... I'm too obsessed with black magic..."

"You are so arrogant that you have lost the awe of magic." Peter said coldly.

Her face turned red with shame, she opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Peter stood up, put away his wand, and stooped to pick up the old decayed black book from the ashes.

What is recorded in this book is not ordinary black magic, but something more evil than black magic, and now he can be sure that the attacker used this spell.

The summoner of the ritual becomes an offering...

There was no magic without leaving traces, but after so many days, no one, including Dumbledore, found any clues about the attackers, and there was no danger in the school anymore.

Is the man who set the black magic trap in the basement corridor dead?
(End of this chapter)