Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 77 Christmas in the Closed Ward

The next morning, Sirius was discharged from the hospital. He couldn't bear the boring closed environment of the ward, but in the afternoon, he came back to accompany Peter with the Potters. Peter is happy.

"Who did this, it's too much nonsense." Seeing Peter's miniature Quidditch ball placed by the bed, James commented, "When will the Chudley Cannons beat the Balikas Bats?" Did they? Unless they drank a cauldron of Felicia . . . "

"That's actually what Harry and Ron did," Peter said with a smile.

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In fact, it was not boring for Peter to stay alone in the ward. The letters piled up next to the table were terrifying, and a nurse would send a bunch of new letters every few hours. Writing a reply was a huge project.

Most of these letters were condolences and thanks, and some of them also included small gifts. Because there were too many of them, Peter wrote back until his fingers became sore.

There are also some letters from fans, but Peter can’t even see that these letters have anything to do with him. They must have read Rita Skeeter’s non-fiction literature "Sin and Lies Under the Legend" and believed that Peter was a A dark hero who finds his way back.

"Ms. Wilde, I wish you a Merry Christmas..." Peter wrote a reply letter, "I was never defiled by my father when I was a child, and I never killed anyone for ambition when I was young. My heart journey... I hope you will read less rubbish on weekdays and cultivate noble sentiments. Yours sincerely, P. Peddy Road."

"Mr. Anonymous, I have never used a black magic curse to kill a person named Katz Kas Kaz from a long distance, and I do not recommend that you use any drastic means to deal with the conflicts between you and your colleagues. You have never The owls borrowed by the Owl Post Office have been recorded by St. Mungo's, and the Auror Office will come to investigate you soon, best wishes! Yours sincerely, P. Peddie Road."

At noon the nurse stumbled in, and on her head stood a black and white Laughing Falcon, which kept pecking at the poor nurse as it yelled, much like human laughter, A red letter is tied around the ankle.

Peter drew out his wand and cast a binding spell, and caught the Laughing Falcon, which was still screaming "haha". The nurse who was being teased quickly moved away from the crazy bird, and closed the door behind his back.

Peter took down the letter and created a small magic space. In the magic space, the traces of the curse on the letter paper could not be more obvious. He tapped the envelope with his wand and easily lifted the curse, and then he He picked up a piece of parchment, cast a curse on it, and randomly stuffed it into an envelope.

He tied the letter to the ankle of the captured Laughing Falcon, "Go, and bring my reply to your master—oh yes." With a wave of his wand, he conjured a miniature Thunderbird.

He threw the Laughing Falcon out of the window, and then let the Thunderbird out, and the Thunderbird flapped its three pairs of wings, and followed the Laughing Falcon easily—good luck to the owner of the Laughing Falcon, who was chased and pecked by a Thunderbird It's not easy, especially when there's a thunderstorm in the house.

Scabbers crawled around in the pile of letters at first, but because Peter took too long to write a reply, he fell asleep at the bottom of the pile of letters. After sending Sirius, James and Lily away, Peter returned to the evening to reply. Ban Ban pulled it out from the pile of letters.

In the next two days, many people came to visit Peter, such as Gabriela Andonova. Seeing Peter's arm, she seemed very sad, but Peter kept comforting her.

"That night... I had already returned to the Durmstrang ship. Suddenly, the cloak you conjured up disappeared. I thought you were dead..." She was still in shock.

"It was really dangerous at that time. Thanks to the 'Dragon's Breath', I survived, so you have paid my life back." Peter said with a smile.

"Peter, if only I could have been by your side..." She bent down, kissed Peter's cheek lightly, and lightly touched his forehead with flaxen hair, "Get better soon, okay?" She whispered in his ear said softly.

"Thank you, Gabriella." Peter smiled and nodded slightly.

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The visits weren't all pleasant though, with Minister for Magic Barty Crouch visiting once, accompanied by Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge, and another Mr. Peter did not know.

Peter stood up and shook hands with the three politely. Umbridge, who was standing next to the Minister, was all smiles, humble and humble. When Peter shook hands with her, she bowed like Kreacher the house-elf.

Fudge was holding a lot of presents in his hand, and he put them on Peter's bedside breathlessly, "Professor Peddie... the department brought you some presents, I wish you... a Merry Christmas, uh... a speedy recovery .”

"Thank you," Peter said.

"Professor Peddie Road, your bravery is amazing." Mr. Crouch's tone was solemn, but his face was as haggard as a piece of crumpled paper. "You defeated the culprit who attacked the castle and helped the Ministry of Magic A huge favor."

"Actually, it was Voldemort I defeated—"

The moment Peter mentioned this name, the three Ministry of Magic people trembled like dead leaves in the wind, especially Mr. Crouch, his face turned pale, and there was a cold light in his wood-carved and stone-carved eyes, but Peter pretended not to See, go on talking about yourself.

"—a puny incarnation of—that Voldemort's remnant soul was determined to still be lurking at Hogwarts, and his servants were still at the castle to help him—"

Mr. Crouch interrupted Peter: "You are a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and a brilliant wizard. You should know that people cannot be reborn after death."

"Voldemort is not dead," Peter said quietly.

"He's dead, you killed him yourself, Avada Kedavra." Mr. Crouch's voice became colder.

"What I killed was his body. He used some kind of magic to retain his soul. His remnant soul has been wandering in Albania for more than ten years. Until the day before yesterday, we knew that he had come to Hogwarts , if we don't stop him, he will be resurrected soon."

After listening to Peter's words, Cornelius Fudge showed a smiling face. He turned his head and looked at Mr. Crouch, "No...Mr. Crouch, have you heard of this kind of spell?...Professor Peddie Road, There must be a limit to fantasies, if there is such a good thing, why would people die in the wizarding world?"

"Because we are not Voldemort." Peter said, "His magical attainments are beyond ordinary people's understanding, and his evil is also beyond the scope of human beings. I met a young Voldemort in the castle, which itself is evidence."

"You meet Tom Riddle, a young man who is insane and worships Voldemort. His name is not on the student list, but he is wearing a Slytherin school robe and causing accidents around the castle. The Ministry of Magic has classified this incident as It was an accidental attack."

After speaking, Mr. Crouch turned and left the room. Fudge shook his head at Peter, as if he felt that Peter's mind was no longer clear.

(End of this chapter)