Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 67 Christmas Presents
In the last week of the semester, the school is getting busier and noisier day by day.

There were all sorts of rumors about the Yule Ball, from the fact that Dumbledore bought 800 barrels of flavored mead from Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks, to the fact that he ordered the Weird Sisters - a very famous musical group.

Seeing the absent-minded appearance of the students, many teachers lowered their requirements.

Peter now allows students to engrave different miniature Christmas trees according to their preferences and abilities, and soon, Defense Against the Dark Arts class turns into a Christmas tree exhibition.

A more representative work is the Mouth Fragrant Tree of the Weasley Twins. They transformed the Christmas lights into a music box that can automatically sing obscene language. If anyone accidentally knocks it over, it will Curse: "Idiot! Idiot! Troubleshooter!"

And Neville's guinea fowl Christmas tree, which wasn't exactly a Christmas tree at all, but a guinea fowl with roots, with a few chubby guinea pigs hanging from it as decorations.

This was because the stern Professor McGonagall had been asking Neville to repeatedly practice the technique of turning a guinea fowl into a guinea pig for the past two weeks. As a result, only the guinea fowl and the guinea pig were left in Neville's mind.

There is also Luna Lovegood, a very interesting third-year Ravenclaw student, who really impressed Peter with her work.

It’s a conceptual piece, so to speak – her tree has tiny tree decorations hanging on it, and the tree decorations on the tree have even tinier tree decorations, and even smaller tree decorations have tiny tree decorations hanging on them. Almost invisible Christmas tree decorations.

"Miss Lovegood, how did you come up with the idea of ​​engraving this kind of Christmas tree?" Peter asked with great interest.

"Oh," she said indifferently, "Things go on in circles, with no beginning and no end..."

When class was about to end, Peter publicly praised Miss Lovegood's unique Christmas tree. Many students laughed and called her "Mad Girl Luna" in a low voice, including many Ravenclaw students.

Peter gave some of the students who laughed the loudest three days of confinement, and he sent them to Snape to accompany McLaggen in disposing of toad guts and slimy slugs.

Luna passed by the podium after class and gave Peter the little Christmas tree.

"Professor Peddie, I want to give this to you as a Christmas present, oh, yes—" She touched the Christmas tree with her magic wand, and a little star light flashed on it, "I wish you a Merry Christmas."

She looked up and looked straight into Peter's eyes.

"Thank you," Peter was a little moved. He put his hands on Luna's shoulders and found that her shoulders were thin and bony. "You are not some crazy girl, you are just different."

"I know," she said.

With the exception of Peter, the good-natured Professor Flitwick stopped lecturing altogether and allowed the students to play games in his class.

Many students simply play wizard duels to accumulate points during the game time of the Charms class. There are many cushions on the floor of the Charms class classroom, so even if they fall, they will not hurt.

These students were graciously mentored by Professor Flitwick, who had been a wizard dueling champion in his youth.

But other teachers are not so easy to talk to.

History of Magic teacher Professor Binns' attention is not distracted by anything, and since Professor Binns has not let his own death stand in the way of his teaching and educating people, mundane things like Christmas are even less likely to distract him .

Professor McGonagall also asked the students to practice until the last second in the Transfiguration class. The most perverted one was Snape. He put the Potions test in the last class before the holiday, so that the students could not slack off at all. .

"He's too much," said Ron angrily in the Gryffindor common room, "to test us on the last day."

"Oh, you're actually not working hard, are you?" Hermione looked at Ron from her Potions notes.

Ron was busy building a castle with his crackling explosion deck. The most "interesting" thing about this kind of deck is that if you don't get it right, the whole thing you build can explode at any time.

"Just look at the potions test, and it's Christmas, Hermione," said Harry lazily.

He was conjuring up a small Christmas tree decorated with snitches, which was placed among half a dozen other trees, one of which was in the shape of a whooping willow.

Hermione looked at him with serious eyes, her expression was exactly like that of Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, now that your potion tests are fine, I think you should do something more creative."

"Like what?"

As Harry asked, he carefully added a new snitch to the Christmas tree, but the snitch didn't get it right. It screamed, spread its wings, and flew wildly in the air, blowing up Ron's crackling and exploding cards. Ron's eyebrows were burned off.

"Have you not thought of anything when you heard that cry?" Hermione whispered through gritted teeth.

"Oh, the golden egg?" said Harry. "It's all right, I can rest until February 2th."

"Have you forgotten? Last time you fought the dragon, you succeeded with the help of Professor Peddie. Do you want to experience the pain of not having enough time again?"

Ron stroked his scorched eyebrows, looked up at Harry as if waking up from a dream, "Yes, Professor Peddie! If we can't find a beautiful dance partner, he can make us a beautiful couple Come out, so we don't have to dance with a pair of ugly monsters!"

This sentence pissed off Hermione.

"What? It turns out that you would rather invite a dummy copied by transfiguration than those girls with high moral character but mediocre appearance?"

"Ah, yes, pretty much right," said Ron. "I'd rather dance with a statue of a knight than find, say, Heloise Midgen."

"Her acne has gotten better recently!"

"Her nose is a little crooked," said Ron.

"I'm going to bed," said Hermione grumpily, and then she walked quickly towards the stairs of the girls' dormitory without another word.

Meanwhile, Peter Peddylu sat in his office and sneezed, thinking it might be the aftermath of last winter's flu.

Luna Lovegood's small Christmas tree was placed prominently on Peter's desk.

A few minutes before Kreacher had delivered him a small and delicate package, which Peter had unwrapped, and inside was a brief letter, and a silver-gilt wand handle with a dragon's head adorning its head, Dragon wings and tail are engraved on it in relief.

Peter was amazed by the value of this gift, he opened the letter next to it and wrote:
Professor Peddie:
Thank you for saving my life.The handle of this staff is called Dragon's Breath, and it was made for the ancient goblins. The flames it emits have the effect of purifying black magic. I hope it can play a role when you are in danger.Merry Christmas!
Gabriella Andonova
Peter pulled the aspen wand that Sirius had given him from his cuff, fitted it with a handle, turned the wand upside down and waved it lightly, and a bright flame burst out from the dragon's mouth like a torch.

(End of this chapter)