Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 72
In the soothing melody, Peter took Andonova and spun around the dance floor, drawing a beautiful arc.

"You dance really well..." she said softly, "And thank you for saving my life."

"That's what I should do, the Christmas present you gave me was too expensive."

"Dragon's breath matches you. I am fascinated by black magic, and I am not worthy of this rod that breaks evil."

At the end of another song, Peter asked, "Will there be another song?"

A blush rose on Andonova's fair face, "I'm a little...tired, let's take a walk in the garden and have a rest, shall we?"

Peter smiled and nodded, and walked out of the dance floor with her. At the teacher's table, the invisible Peter stood up and joined his replica.

At this moment, Percy trotted over to Andonova, "Professor Andonova, are you satisfied with the work of the Ministry of Magic? Mr. Crouch is unwell and has returned to the Ministry, and I will temporarily replace him to exercise power." Last time, the performance of our security officers disappointed you. I am so sorry. I apologize to you on their behalf. Next, the Ministry of Magic will definitely do its best to create a safe, friendly and beautiful Hogg for you and your students. Watts..."

Peter distanced himself slightly from Andonova to avoid possible embarrassment, and unobtrusively switched places between himself and the replica, quickly canceling the Transfiguration.

"Thank you, Wetherby," Andonova said to Percy, earnestly but visibly growing impatient.

Unfortunately, Andonova's words were overheard by George who just passed by, and he dragged Percy away, "Did you hear that, Wetherby? Please don't be annoying anymore, Professor Andonova is a Headmaster, she doesn't want to waste time listening to your cauldron report."

Percy's face turned liver-coloured, and Mr. Crouch kept calling him "Wetherby" so much that the foreign visitors thought his name was really Wetherby.

(Really) Peter walked out the oak door with Andonova, and as they descended the steps, the lights of fairyland in the rose garden twinkled against the Milky Way on a winter night.

Surrounded by low bushes, ornately decorated winding paths and huge stone statues, people can occasionally be seen sitting on carved benches.

Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies were busy hiding among the flowers, and the grass dotted with small golden glowing balls was shaking suspiciously in the distance.

They carefully circumvented all suspicious places in the flower bushes, and walked through the rose bushes along a winding path. Peter and Andonova always kept a close distance. He didn't want anyone to misunderstand, but——

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Peter turned slowly, and he saw Severus Snape behind him, holding his wand in his crippled left hand.

For a moment, perhaps out of instinct, Peter put his hands on his waist, and Andonova stood beside Peter, looking suspiciously at the two people who were at war with each other.

Snape must have seen the slight movement in Peter's hand, he narrowed his eyes, lowered his wand, and smiled contemptuously.

"Very well, I won't bother you, please go ahead."

He strode past Peter, picked up his wand, and threw himself at a swaying rose bush in the distance. He cast a spell to blast the bushes, and several dark figures escaped.

"Ten off Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" he said fiercely. "Ten off Hufflepuff, Stebbins!"

When Snape walked away, Andonova frowned and asked, "What's going on with Professor Snape tonight?"

"Well, he and I are old classmates, and many things happened in the past, so the way we get along now is a little... unique."

"I saw you two joined forces in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and thought you were tacit friends."

"That's because his love for black magic outweighed his hatred for me. We can't be friends with a tacit understanding, but it's not easy to be a decent colleague on the surface." Peter pointed to the huge reindeer statue in the distance, " Let's go for a walk over there."

They came to a large stone reindeer, and when they crossed the stone deer, they saw a tall fountain splashing and shining, and they sat on a stone bench, looking at the spring under the moonlight.

The cold wind blew, and Andonova shivered. She was wearing very thin tonight. Peter waved his magic wand to conjure a silver fur cloak, and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thank you..." She stroked the cloak lightly with her fingers, "It's so warm... Using the most superb transfiguration technique to create something out of nothing is really an amazing magical skill."

"It's actually not that magical, only small ordinary items can last for a long time as long as the caster is alive, and large items, magic items and creatures will disappear in a short time." Peter said honestly.

"And the food?" Her eyes lit up.

"Food is not acceptable. Any form of food cannot be engraved in the magic space. This is one of the five exceptions to Gamp's basic law of transformation."

"That's right, you can't use Transfiguration to conjure food out of thin air," she immediately became eloquent when talking about magical knowledge, "I have been researching how to break through the limitations of these five exceptions. As we all know, the five exceptions include food, knowledge, Soul, memory and the unknown, among which I am most interested in the soul, there is no resurrection in the world, precisely because death means the departure of the soul—”

She focused on the spring reflecting the moonlight, "——I was thinking, can the most unorthodox black magic break through this boundary and call back the departed soul?"

"Have you... anyone you want to call back?" Peter said softly.

"It's my mother. She... had me at a very young age. My father died before I was born..."

"I'm sorry," Peter said.

"My mother...is not a 'good person' in the traditional sense, she looks terrible, half of her body is shriveled and blackened, she screams in pain during the day, and tears in pain at night, but she leaves all her tenderness to I."

"When I was a kid someone said she was a criminal and I never believed it, then I learned that when they were young they did some sort of black magic ritual and ended up with a broken soul, they were deluded into believing what they were doing All for the 'greater good'."

"The greater good? Could it be—"

Andonova sighed, as if it took all her courage to say that name: "It is he, Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who swept across Europe, who carved an indelible mark in Durmstrang. symbol, whose name is the curse of my life."

"You're not like him—"

She suddenly grabbed Peter's hands frantically: "Professor Peddie, do you think I am really interested in black magic in order to break through the boundaries of magic and call back my mother, or do I have a blood that is close to black magic in my bones?" ?”

"Severus once said that black magic is a shortcut to power, and he was right: black magic is not as subversive as you think, it is still limited by the laws of magic, and it does not represent evil, it It's just a shortcut, what matters is where you want to go through this road."

Andonova gently opened Peter's hand, "Thank you, I feel much better... Only you can understand my pain, I think you are also trying to get rid of the shadow of the Dark Lord."

Peter didn't answer, a searing pain crept up his left arm, where the Dark Mark was carved into the skin.

(End of this chapter)