Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 74 Flame and Battle

A green light hit Peter's back, and his body rolled weakly down the stairs. Screaming mouse jumped out of his pocket, scratching his face with four little pink paws, trying to wake up his master.

"Peter Peddyway," the Slytherin boy's voice was full of menace, not at all like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, "since it's Christmas, we might as well tell a Muggle story. Legend has it that Christ was killed by the Romans. After being caught, his chief disciple St. Peter betrayed him three times, and then Christ did not blame him, but gave him a greater mission, what do you think of this story?"

Another Peter appeared behind him, "Sure enough, neither the Transfiguration nor the Disillusionment Curse can hide it from you. You must be Voldemort." Seeing him come back to life, Banban ran up the stairs excitedly and got into his pocket.

"No, Peter, I am Tom Riddle, and Voldemort is my future, and now I want you to tell me what you think of this Muggle story, and if you can't give me a satisfactory answer, you can There's no way you're going to walk down this staircase alive."

Peter sneered, "The one who should be afraid now is you, I can see your weakness, and Albus Dumbledore is downstairs, what gave you the courage to show up in the castle? "

"Yeah, you're right, I'm weak, dear Peter, you've betrayed me, made me worse than the humblest remnant, and until recently I didn't have an entity capable of picking things up."

Riddle raised his wand with his long thin fingers—it was Peter's wand.

"You don't even have a wand anymore, and I've set up a seamless barrier spell here, and Dumbledore can't save you - of course, this took up what little mana I have. Now tell me, what do you think? of the Muggle stories I just mentioned."

"Don't be brazen about making random analogies, Lord Dark Lord, to you, the Death Eaters are not your 'disciples', they are just a stack of disposable napkins."

"You are wrong. The Dark Lord is merciful. If you return to my command, I will welcome you back with open arms."

"No need." Peter sneered, Banban poked his head out of his pocket, imitating his contemptuous expression.

A fierce red light flashed in Riddle's handsome black eyes, and he hardly moved his hand holding the wand, when four black snakes jumped out from behind him and charged at Peter.

Peter waved his sleeve, and the fire from "Dragon's Breath" drew an elegant arc in the air. The moment the black snake touched the flame, it hissed and screamed, and turned into black smoke.

"Sure enough, you always have tricks, and I appreciate that." Riddle's tone was very calm, just like when he was sitting on the throne talking to his Death Eaters.

Peter pulled out his poplar wand from his cuff, and raised it upwards. Riddle was surrounded by ferocious blue flames, but he actually looked at the aggressive flames beside him with great interest.

"Dare to use Fiendfyre to fight on the narrow stairs. It's really a superb magical skill. If you want to control Fiendfyre to this level, pure black magic is not enough. You must use the help of Transfiguration. It is said that you developed A very efficient technique of transfiguration, isn't it? We are very similar, Peter, we both like to deviate from the norm, constantly pushing the limits of the laws of magic..."

Riddle's voice was soft and magnetic, and his tone became unhurried and polite again. Coupled with his handsome appearance, for a moment Peter absurdly thought of the "Transfiguration Today" reviewer meeting.

"Aren't you going to resist?" Peter asked softly.

Riddle said in a slow tone: "You should be able to see that I'm just a 16-year-old boy now, unable to escape from Fiendfire, but Peter, please remove the ring of fire, and we can talk again."

However, Peter raised his wand slightly, and the flame covered Riddle's chest, "What do you want to talk about? My patience is limited. You'd better talk about the spies you planted in Hogwarts Castle."

"Peter, you are a talented wizard, you are hungry for money and power - don't make that face, Dumbledore and I know that your original motive for joining the Death Eaters is not so high-sounding, rejoin me, we will rule the world as equals."

Voldemort is still trying to persuade Peter to rejoin the Death Eaters, and by the way, alienate the relationship between Peter and Dumbledore.

"The conversation is over." Peter said disapprovingly.

He raised his wand high above his head, and the flames enveloped Riddle's whole body. Riddle held Peter's wand, and created a water ball around him to withstand the flames. The water vapor enveloped the stairs, and Riddle gasped violently. Obviously in great pain.

"Let me go, Peter! I can give you eternal life!"

Peter was unmoved, Fiercefire continued to tighten, the water vapor hissed, and Voldemort in the water polo was like a crab in a steamer, his skin turned red, and his handsome face was twisted in pain.

"Let me go! Is this the answer you gave me?" he yelled hoarsely.

Fiercefire completely evaporated the water polo, and Riddle's whole body was burning, but he didn't scream, just sucked in pain, and Peter marveled at his willpower.

His cold, high-pitched voice sounded again: "You... let me down... As I said, you will never walk down this staircase alive tonight!"

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Peter's left forearm felt severe pain again. He clenched his teeth and continued to cast spells. Tom Riddle had already been burned into a ball of fire, and the scorching air in his lungs burst out from his throat, making a horrifying sound. lament.

However, Peter soon discovered that it was not a simple burning pain, but a real burning. Black smoke was rising from his left sleeve. He reluctantly put his wand in his mouth, tore open the sleeve, and found the place where the Dark Mark was. It has been burned to the bone, and the poisonous snake crawling out of the skeleton's mouth is winding up the arm.

No Death Eater who had been marked with the Dark Mark dared to point his wand at the Dark Lord before, so the Death Eaters thought that the Dark Mark was only for communication.

Now Peter understood that Voldemort was more ruthless than he had imagined, and that the Dark Mark was actually a Dark Magic curse with a trigger mechanism that would kill any Death Eater who stood up to the Dark Lord.

Peter's entire left forearm was scorched. The black snake crawled up his elbow, and the skin and flesh became scorched black everywhere it went. Its target was Peter's heart. The pain was beyond words. He clenched his wand tightly to keep himself from screaming.

After midnight, the dance in the auditorium was over, and the three Ravenclaw girls walked out of the foyer first, and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower. They hit an invisible barrier, and saw a man on fire kneeling on the ground, A man with a scorched arm clenched his arm, and both of them were distorted in pain.

Peter took the poplar wand from his mouth and aimed it at his shoulder with the "dragon's breath" on the handle. Andonova said that its flame can destroy evil. If this trick doesn't work, Peter may have no hope of living. .

He made up his mind and let the flames spew out from the mouth of the dragon, and his left arm burned up...

As Voldemort weakened and the magical barriers failed, there was chaos in the hall and screams of terror, but Peter didn't care. His world was nothing but pain.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" yelled a deep voice that sounded like Severus.

"My God, Peter!" shouted an older woman who sounded like Meg.

There was a clatter of footsteps, and Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape ran up the stairs when Voldemort was completely burned to ashes.

"You can't kill me, I will return—" Voldemort let out a final roar, turned into a translucent remnant, and disappeared without a trace.

"Peter!" Dumbledore was the first to run up, followed closely by McGonagall. Peter was so painful that he couldn't see anything. He could only vaguely see two faces full of concern, and Snape who followed behind raised his hand. Holding his wand, he staggered a few steps in front of the flames and almost fell down the stairs.

"Professor... I failed... Voldemort escaped..."

After saying this, he fell into Dumbledore's arms, and then he didn't know anything.

(End of this chapter)