Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 73 Hagrid's Cabin
Sitting next to Andonova, Peter subconsciously grasped his left arm with his right hand, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The Dark Mark is the mark left by the Dark Lord on every Death Eater. It is a way for Death Eaters to identify each other, and it is also a signal for the Dark Lord to summon Death Eaters. When the Dark Mark starts to burn, it is Meaning the Dark Lord needed his Death Eaters to apparate to him.

After the Dark Lord lost power, the Dark Mark on Peter's arm faded to almost invisible, and since the day Quirrell fled with the Philosopher's Stone, the Dark Mark has become more and more obvious day by day, until tonight, Peter's arm felt the pain again. burning pain.

Has the Dark Lord been resurrected?If he has returned, where is he now?
Under the moonlight, Andonova noticed Peter's strangeness, "What's wrong with you? Is it too cold outside, your face is so pale."

She took off her fur cloak and draped it over Peter's shoulders, but he had little time to feel her warmth, his thoughts racing:
Hogwarts is likely to hide a servant of Voldemort, and that person must have felt the call of the Dark Lord just like Peter. He needs a few people he can trust to know about it immediately, and besides these few people Other than that, no one can be trusted.

He stood up abruptly, and the cloak slipped onto the chair, "I don't feel well, please go back to the ball first."

"Are you really all right?"

"It's okay, you can go back quickly." Peter forced a smile, and wrapped the cloak around Andonova's shoulders again.

At this time, two huge figures stepped through the flowers, walked around the reindeer statue, and came out: "Oh, Olim, how lonely I was before I met you. As soon as I saw you, I knew that you and I were in the same boat." -"

"Same sickness?" Madame Maxime's voice became a little harsh.

Seeing Rubeus Hagrid, Peter's eyes lit up—one of the people he could trust had already appeared. He finally said hello to the reluctant Andonova, and walked quickly to Hagrid.

Hagrid was still talking: "Are you on the father's side or on the mother's side? I'm on the mother's side—"

"Hagrid!" Peter interrupted him directly.

Hagrid was taken aback. He and Madam Maxime turned their heads to look at Peter. A long-awaited date was forcibly interrupted by others, and Hagrid looked annoyed and embarrassed.

"Peter, Peter? What are you doing here? I'm discussing the technique of feeding Beauxbaton's Pegasus with Ollie—er, I mean—Madame Maxime..."

"Okay, okay," said Peter, "come with me, I have something to say."

Peter grabbed Hagrid's big hand and dragged him away from Madam Maxime. Hagrid followed very reluctantly, turning his head frequently to the ignorant Madam Maxime behind him, waving his arms from time to time.

Peter released the Patronus to the Dragon Arena, and then he walked quickly across the field, towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He planned to call Sirius for help first, because Dumbledore and McGonagall were in the middle of the ball, and there were too many messy people around. A lot, especially those from the Ministry of Magic.

The lighting on the side near the Forbidden Forest was significantly reduced, and in the distance, only the decorated Hagrid's hut and the deer head on the top of the Dragon Fighting Arena could be seen. He stared at the night, longing to see the tall figure of Sirius. At the same time, His arm was already aching like it was burning.

"Peter...Peter..." Hagrid muttered breathlessly, "What the hell is going on? What are we doing in the Forbidden Forest?"

"There may be a new attack, don't stay away from me, help me look behind me."

"What? I didn't bring the g-umbrella tonight, I left it in the cabin!" Hagrid yelled anxiously.

They were already approaching the Dragon Fighting Arena, and the warning sign of "Vicious Dogs Inside" and the swaying Whomping Willow were clearly visible, but Peter still didn't see Sirius, who might still be patrolling the castle.

Peter pointed to Hagrid's hut, "Let's get your umbrella first, and teeth by the way, and then go back to the castle."

Hagrid nodded, and the two trotted all the way to Hagrid's hut, only to find that the half of the hut facing the Forbidden Forest had collapsed, the pumpkin patch was ruined, and the livestock died scattered on the ground.

"No! You bastard!" Hagrid snarled, and rushed into the half-collapsed hut: "Yaya! Yaya!"

There was thick smoke billowing in the hut, the smashed stove ignited several wooden beams, several painful whimpers came from the room, and Hagrid, a hound named Fang, had a broken leg.

Seeing Fang so weak, Hagrid's eyes were red, and he used incomprehensible brute force to lift up the ruins, and put Fang into his arms.

"Clear water is like a spring." Peter pointed with his wand, and a stream of clear water extinguished the flames. He and Hagrid, who was holding the hound, checked other losses—the cows, sheep, and chickens in the livestock pen were all dead, the fodder and chicken feathers Scattered all over the place.

Peter turned over a dead chicken and found that it hadn't stiffened yet, indicating that the uninvited guest had just left. At the same time, the burning sensation on his arm was stronger than ever, which meant Voldemort's terrible anger.

Suddenly, Hagrid spoke behind him: "What's the matter with the dog?"

"What?" Peter turned around, and the scene in front of him was like a heavy hammer hitting his head——

A huge black dog was lying on its side in a pile of grass, and the grass under him had been stained dark red by blood, congealed into a ball.

Peter's knees went limp and he knelt on the ground, his head was ringing violently, he forced himself to calm down, and tried Sirius' breath with a trembling hand: he was still alive, but he was dying.

Peter drew his wand from his waist: "Heal quickly." Then he ordered Hagrid in as calm a voice as possible: "You take Sirius to Madam Pomfrey right now...him...hide him In your arms, don't talk to anyone but Pomfrey."

"Sirius? Where's Sirius?" Hagrid asked, frowning.

"This is Sirius." Peter stood up and pointed to the black dog in a pool of blood. Saying this sentence caused him as much pain as the burnt Dark Mark on his left arm.

He left Sirius cruelly, turned back and walked towards the castle. This attack had already succeeded, and he must not allow another attack to succeed. Fly to Hogwarts Castle.

He avoided the rose garden outside the auditorium, flew straight into a window on the third floor of the castle, and landed in his office. He checked the golden locket protected by layers of magic. Fortunately, the locket was safe and sound.

He left the office after casting a dozen protective spells on the doors and windows, ran across the corridor with his wand in hand, ready for any black snakes that might strike, and ran down the stairs as fast as his left arm ached like Bones crumbled to powder.

On the narrow stairs on the second floor, a thin boy in Slytherin school robes passed Peter.

"Professor Peddie?"

Peter turned around on the platform, raised his vigilance, he was in an invisible state, how did this boy see him?

"Professor Peddie, today is Christmas, why don't you go dancing?" The student was handsome in appearance, polite in tone, and personable.

"Can you see me?"

"Of course, I have always cared about you. Don't you know me?"

"I'm sorry, there are too many students, don't run around in the corridor, go to your dean, Professor Snape."

The Slytherin boy bowed slightly, Peter turned and continued to run downstairs, just a few steps away, a high-pitched, cold voice came from behind——

"Avada Kedavra!"

(End of this chapter)