Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 64 Asymmetric Confrontation

In the next few days, Peter didn't see Professor Andonova much.

Once they met in the foyer, Professor Andonova was with Krum the Durmstrang warrior.

She still looked very ashamed when she met Peter, and if Peter told the Ministry of Magic about her last dark arts experiment, she might spend the rest of her life in Azkaban.

The next Monday, Peter gave another Defense Against the Dark Arts public class, and in this class he continued to let the students practice the Disarming Charm.Without the interference of the Magic Education Committee, students have more time to practice independently.

To be fair, though, the lesson wasn't entirely free from the interference of the Magical Education Committee.

When Peter stepped off the stage to correct the students, he found Stanley Constantine among a group of senior Ravenclaw girls.

"Mr. Constantine?" He walked over and asked suspiciously.

Constantine smiled and pulled out his wand and showed it to Peter, "As the security officer of Hogwarts, I came here to study and improve my strength so that I can protect everyone in a critical moment."

Seeing him being so righteous, the girls around him cast admiring glances at him.

Peter looked him up and down. He was wearing a long windbreaker with his arms open, one hand in the pocket, and a cigarette stuck behind his ear.

"Okay, um, very good." Peter praised against his will, "It's great that you have this desire to improve your strength."

Konstantin grinned and showed two rows of teeth. As soon as Peter turned around, he pretended to play an air guitar behind Peter, and the girls lowered their voices and giggled.

Not far away, Snape was reprimanding poor Neville again. Hearing the commotion coming from Constantine, he narrowed his eyes and stared at him with murderous eyes.

At the end of the independent practice session, Peter was relieved to find that almost all the students in this class could cast a qualified disarming spell proficiently, and even Neville could cast a weak spell—unless Snape stood in front of him , made him very flustered.

Peter clapped his hands to signal the students to be quiet: "Okay, now I would like to invite three students to the stage—"

Hermione raised her hand high, and next to her, Harry hesitated a little, then raised his hand too. He looked at Zhang Qiu's back absentmindedly, and Cedric also raised his hand.

"Thank you for being so enthusiastic, but I hope that students who have not yet had the opportunity to be on stage will get more opportunities. Is there any student who has not been on stage in the previous two classes and wants to participate in our courses now?"

The three put down their hands in disappointment, and there was a silence in the stands.

A short while later, hunky Gryffindor boy Cormac McLaggen raised his hand, followed by Ravenclaw prefect Penelope Clearwater.

Peter made a gesture, asking the two students to come on stage, and then said to the audience: "I noticed that no students from Slytherin House have participated yet. Is there any Slytherin student who would like to come on stage?"

Snape snorted, and his black eyes scanned the Slytherin students in the audience, no doubt displeased with their inactive behavior.

Peter saw Draco Malfoy, his complexion was better today, but his sitting posture was a little stiff, Peter waved to him: "Mr. Malfoy?"

Malfoy shook his head quickly, his mouth half-opened.

"Draco, as far as I know, you did well in your grades in the first three years, but this year, your performance was—" Snape paused, "—disappointing."

Peter felt that Snape was going to frighten Malfoy again, so he quickly showed an encouraging smile: "Come on, Draco, it will do you good to master some skills of resisting unfriendly spells."

Malfoy walked down the stands helplessly, he stood as close to Peter as possible, the blood on his face disappeared.

"Okay, I need the three of you to form a team, cover each other, cooperate with each other, and try to challenge Professor Snape, and I will provide some necessary guidance and commentary."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the students were very interested in this new form.

"You stand here—yes, spread out a little bit, and when I count to three, you can try to disarm Professor Snape with the Disarming Charm."

Malfoy's body trembled helplessly, and he looked at Peter for help.

Peter patted him on the shoulder and continued, "Don't be afraid, Professor Snape won't hurt you, each of you has two chances to be hit, now, I count to three—"

As he spoke, he retreated towards the edge of the stage, making room for the four people on the stage.

"One—two—"

Snape held his wand in his right hand, holding it across his chest like a sword, with a mocking smile on his face.

The three students clenched their wands nervously, pointing at Snape, and Malfoy's right hand was trembling.

"three!"

When the battle started, Snape didn't attack first, he stood still, waiting for the students to make a move.

Cormac McLaggen fired the first spell. He was so nervous that he thrust his wand too hard. The spell flew towards the stands with a whoosh, and there was a gasp from the crowd.

Peter flicked his wand lightly, and stopped the spell: "Mr. McLaggen, your spell is very powerful, but pay more attention to stability." He commented.

Clearwater cast a second spell, and Snape stepped aside, raising his wand casually to hit Clearwater with a concentrated puff of red smoke from the tip of his wand.

"Don't just stand around," Snape said in a slow, low voice.

"Yes, but Miss Clearwater's disarming spell is remarkable." Peter commented impartially, "Next, I hope you will move and cooperate with each other to have a real wizard duel."

So both Clearwater and McLaggen fired spells one after another as fast as possible, and their feet moved.

Snape tossed and dodged in a small way, hardly using the Iron Armor Curse to defend, and did not make any counterattacks. It could be seen that he was dealing with this duel with the mentality of playing cat and mouse.

"Very well, the feet must keep moving, but the pace must not be disordered."

However, as soon as Peter finished speaking, McLaggen tripped over himself in a lateral movement, his wand went off fire, and a red light slammed right on the tip of Snape's nose, and Snape fired back with a smoke grenade. Hit McLaggen.

"You've performed poorly, Meslagen. If you had been on the battlefield, you would be dead by now," Snape said in a low voice.

Malfoy has been standing at the end of the stage, barely moving. McLaggen stood up and gestured at him angrily: "Malfoy! What are you doing hiding behind?"

Malfoy glared at Michaela, and barely moved forward a few steps.

As the duel continued, Clearwater threw a well-placed Disarming Charm, which Snape defended with an Armor Charm, knocking her down.

Malfoy mustered up his courage, took the opportunity to step forward, and cast the first spell.

To be honest, the spell was pretty good for a fourth year student, but Snape easily dodged it sideways and raised his wand to fight back, obviously deliberately slowing down the speed at which he emitted the smoke so that his opponent could catch it in time. reaction.

The positions of the three students were somewhat concentrated, and they couldn't see who Snape was going to attack, so Clivet and Malfoy, who had just got up, subconsciously used the Iron Armor Curse to protect themselves.

And McLaggen chose to hide behind Malfoy, using Malfoy's Iron Armor Curse as a barrier, waiting for an opportunity to launch the next attack.

"Malfoy, move the Iron Armor Curse up!" McLaggen commanded Malfoy loudly, but the latter just gave him another look, so McLaggen raised his wand regardless and aimed at Snape, " Except you—"

His speed was far inferior to Snape's, and before he finished chanting the spell, his face, which was outside the range of the Iron Armor Curse, was hit by the smoke solidly.

"Twice hit—congratulations on getting out first!" Snape raised his wand with a sneer on his face.

"It's all your fault, Malfoy! If you move the Iron Armor Curse up a bit, will I get hit?" roared the aggressive McLaggen and shook his fist at Malfoy, wand still in his hand—

With a bang, his wand went off again.

A violent red light hit Malfoy's temple at close range, and Malfoy yelled, slammed his forehead down on the stage, and stopped moving.

There was an uproar in the stands, and McLaggen was also frightened. Peter rushed over and turned Malfoy over, and found that a few strands of blood had already oozed from his forehead. Snape also strode over and looked down at Malfoy. blessing.

Peter tested Malfoy's breath with his hand, "He's still breathing, just passed out temporarily."

"Go on with your lecture, I'll take him to the infirmary." Snape said angrily.

He raised his head and challenged McLaggen: "Your behavior earned yourself three weeks of confinement, and ten points from Gryffindor. Who taught you to swing your wand like a baboon?"

After speaking, he angrily pulled Malfoy off the ground, put it on his shoulders, and walked off the stage with his back half dragged.

(End of this chapter)