Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 7 Potions Teacher
Hermione drew her wand and pointed the tip at the pebble.

Peter knelt down and whispered softly in Hermione's ear, "Very good...very good...Attention, you need to imagine the magical aura on Scabbers, not its external shape."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded, her hand clutching her wand nervously, trying to imagine the magic ripples she had just felt.

Finally, a faint red light shot out from the tip of her staff and hit the stone.

Immediately the stone turned into a little gray mouse.

It jumped over Hermione's sleeves, climbed onto her shoulders, and rubbed its furry body affectionately against her face.

Hermione gave a little cry of delight and stroked its back.

"Great!" Peter praised, "As expected of the most talented student in the whole grade, he succeeded the first time."

"Professor, I never knew that the transformation speed could be so fast before." Hermione's cheeks flushed with excitement, "The transformation was completed in an instant, and the transformed mice are much more lively than the ones I transformed before!"

Peter nodded in agreement: "That's right, your comprehension ability is very strong. The magic I study is not so much Transfiguration, but a variant of Charms."

"The essence of this deformation method is to 'encapsulate' a target object in advance, and then take it out of your own mind when needed."

"This will not only transform faster, but also enable wizards who are not strong enough to avoid the underlying laws of magic operation as much as possible."

"This is consistent with the principle of Charms. Both of them 'encapsulate' the underlying laws of magic that are difficult to grasp in a simple and quick way."

"I see, professor," Hermione suddenly realized, "You borrowed the phoenix to 'encapsulate' the phoenix into your mind, so that you can conjure a phoenix anytime, anywhere."

"That's right," Peter said, smiling.

He swung his wand again, and the phoenix that had landed on his shoulder flew back to the desk, becoming a gilded perch again.

At this moment, the mouse on Hermione's shoulder suddenly turned back into a stone and fell to the ground with a thud.

Hermione's face was pale, and she collapsed powerlessly on the chair.

Peter hurried over to take care of her, only to see that she was clutching her chest, panting with difficulty and pain, and was about to suffocate.

"No, it must be that the concentration of magic is too high, and Hermione's body can't bear it." Peter thought to himself.

He quickly waved his wand, and the magic barrier around him disappeared instantly, and the office returned to normal.

Then he held Hermione's face, took out a small bottle of potion from his arms, and carefully fed her.

Hermione's breathing calmed down quickly, and she said vaguely, "I don't know why..."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's all my fault for letting you learn too deeply," he said apologetically, "Even an adult wizard can hardly bear such a high concentration of magic power."

Hermione nodded apprehensively.

Peter continued: "You take a rest here, and go back to the lounge early in a while."

"By the way," he added with a smile, "don't tell your classmates about this when you go back. Being chased by a group of people for autographs is bad enough. Small stove."

Hermione smiled knowingly.

*
Nothing special happened that day.

Unless you count Ron's racing in divination class and being unfortunately overheard by Professor Trelawney.

The first class the next morning was Potions.

All along, this class has been shared by Gryffindors and Slytherins.

Although Professor Slughorn is Head of Slytherin, he treats students of both houses equally.

Both Harry and Hermione are members of Professor Slughorn's "Slug Club".

But right now, Professor Slughorn has retired, and no one knows what this terrifying new teacher is like.

Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived in the dungeon early and sat in the front row.

Malfoy was sitting in the back row with his followers, talking happily.

The students don't know their new teacher yet, but they have noticed that the classroom layout has been significantly changed.

The fire was almost extinguished, leaving only ashes and a few sparks, making the classroom even colder and darker.

There are some glass jars beside the wall, and the things soaked in them are creepy.

Most of the Gryffindors watched the ominous changes quietly, speculating about the new teacher's personality.

But the Slytherin students were discussing among themselves, and from time to time they let out a few contemptuous sneers.

Since Professor Snape came to the school, the Slytherins were extremely dissatisfied.

They thought Dumbledore had humiliated them by appointing Snape acting head of Slytherin.

Therefore, they have been trying to get rid of this humble and physically disabled acting headmaster, forcing Dumbledore to find a decent new candidate for Slytherin.

Professor Snape should be careful, maybe one day he will be assassinated somewhere in the basement corridor.

After all, the credo of the Slytherins is to achieve the end and use the means unscrupulously.

Before the class started, Professor Snape finally came.

Perhaps with the help of the Hogwarts house elves, he had replaced his previous cloak, and now it was black with white sleeves, which looked much neater.

But the greasy black hair still hangs on either side of his hideous face.

Snape walked into the dungeon unhurriedly, and closed the door behind him with a single finger of his wand.

Then he walked up to the podium expressionlessly, held the roster in his right hand, and flipped through a few pages at will with his crippled left hand.

The Gryffindors sat down and waited for the roll call, but the Slytherins' voices became louder and louder, interspersed with a few laughs, apparently commenting on Snape's disability.

Snape was unmoved, he raised his head and said calmly:
"If I remember correctly, your former teacher was Professor Slughorn. You may still miss him. Unfortunately, I have taken over his class, and you will find that I am completely different from him."

He seemed to be speaking more to the Slytherins, as it seemed he was aware of the boycott at the school.

"Besides me this semester, the famous Peter Peddie also came to the school. It is said that Professor Peddie distributed signed photos in the library yesterday. I admit that I am not as high profile as him."

Professor Snape's deep voice had the same self-possessed power as Professor McGonagall, making people have to listen carefully to what he was saying.

At this moment, the discussion among the Slytherins had subsided, and the corner of Crabbe's mouth even twitched accidentally.

Malfoy kicked Crabbe under the table and said loudly:

"Yeah, after all who wants your picture?"

After he finished speaking, he crossed his arms triumphantly, and leaned back in his chair leisurely, and Crabbe and Goyle giggled.

Snape stared at Malfoy.

There was coldness in his dark eyes, like two empty tunnels.

"Draco Malfoy," he flipped through the roster a few more times, "you come and answer a few questions."

(End of this chapter)