Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 78 Thrilling Shopping

After five days of recuperation at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, Peter was finally discharged from his injuries.

However, after losing an arm, he never really healed.

Before leaving the hospital, he used Transfiguration to conjure a left hand. This hand is exactly the same as the one he lost in the battle. Even the Dark Mark on the forearm is exactly the same, but there is an indescribable feeling when it moves. Feeling exhausted, because he has to spend mana and concentration on it all the time.

There is a lot of traffic in front of St. Mungo's. The Christmas holiday is not over yet, and the festive atmosphere still hangs over the streets of London. A huge colorful Christmas tree is installed at the turntable in the middle of the road. You can see shopping malls with big and small bags everywhere on the street. Muggle citizens.

Peter walked around the corner, disapparated unobtrusively, and reappeared behind a tattered billboard. He has now come to the East End of London, a slum once populated by dock workers and immigrants. With the development of the times, the streets here are no longer so dilapidated, but the background of chaos and disorder still affects this place.

He hurried through the narrow streets and dense houses. A small group of drunken homeless people looked at him suspiciously. After twisting and turning, he walked into an alley with paintings on the low walls on both sides. It was full of vulgar graffiti, and a pungent ammonia smell entered his nostrils.

Finally, he found the destination of his trip - a shop hidden in a dark alley with a small frontage.The store had no signage, and the battered black-painted wooden door was tightly shut, and the windows were boarded up, making it look as if it had been closed for a long time.

Stanley Constantine said he would wait for Peter at the door, but now that Peter arrived as promised, he was completely absent.

After waiting for a while, Peter decided that Constantine would probably not come. After all, this person had never been reliable. He stepped on several rotten wooden steps, and with some difficulty he pushed open the black door with his left hand. Always hold the handle of the "Dragon's Breath" in your pocket.

There was a damp musty smell in the room. The moment Peter opened the door, Peter clearly saw a few mice running past in a hurry, and Banban felt a disturbing smell, wriggling in Peter's chest pocket.

A dim kerosene lamp was lit in the room, and the blackened walls were covered with shotguns, mountain axes and other Muggle gadgets. Peter looked up at the ceiling and found that there were rusty iron chains and several white skulls hanging from it. Tethered in chains, the middle one wears a golden crown, and two gilt tusks are mounted on either side of the cheekbones.

In the middle of the room is a long, decayed oak table, covered with a dirty glass cover, with several spider web-shaped bullet holes visible on it, several withered and blackened hands, and a bony handle. A dead cobra was impaled on the dagger.

This room is dirtier and darker than Black's old house, which has been abandoned for more than ten years, colder and damper than Snape's underground classroom, and more terrifying than any evil dark wizard's residence, if not for Constance Ding, Peter couldn't figure out why he would buy a pair of prosthetics in such a ghostly place.

Peter took a few steps forward. "Hello?" he called.

A man's deep and hoarse voice came from the back room, "Who?"

"Peter Peddy Road."

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and a muscular black man came out, with a cigar in his mouth, a top hat on his head, and a striped suit with his arms open, revealing a floral shirt that was also unbuttoned underneath. His dark eyes surveyed Peter maliciously.

"Peter Peddie Road, is it? I haven't heard the name, are you from this block?" He spoke with a thick East London accent.

"No, it was Stanley Constantine who introduced me here to buy a pair of prosthetics. He said he owed you a favor."

Hearing Constantine's name, the black man sneered first, then raised his head and laughed. After laughing enough, he looked at Peter again: "What kind of prosthetic do you buy? I don't see what kind of prosthetic you need. Do you need a prosthetic?" 〇〇?” He laughed again after speaking.

Peter's eyebrows are getting higher and higher, and they are about to fly into his hair. He really deserves to be Stanley Constantine. Every detail can make Peter feel remorse for being cheated. It was a mistake to hand over the old magic book to him for investigation. , now Peter misses Severus Snape's well-bred eccentricity.

"Sorry, I need a pair of prosthetic limbs as a collection, is that okay?" Peter said as patiently as possible.

The black man stopped laughing and folded his arms over his chest, "Then go in!" He gave Peter the space to enter the back room.

"Please lead the way first," Peter said, "I will follow behind."

With a click, a shotgun was pressed against Peter's chest.

The black man wryly smiled, and a few gleaming gold teeth emerged from the corners of his mouth: "Now, put your hands above your head and walk into the room backwards, or I will blow you up."

Peter raised his hands obediently, and turned slowly.

"That's right," said the black man.

Peter started walking backwards into the house.

"Slow down." The muzzle hit Peter's chest hard, pushing him staggeringly.

They walked into the back room like in slow motion. This room is like a long corridor, with a narrow space for people to walk in the middle. The two sides are full of messy old things, and the innermost thing in the middle is like a throne. armchair with gold chains adorning the side.

There is an open wooden door on the left, and the black man pushes Peter at gunpoint to let him go through the door. This small room smells bad, and there are more chains and iron chains hanging from the ceiling. There is an electrocution chair in the middle of the room. , a man covered in bruises was gagged and chained to it.

"Hey, Constantine! You can be electrocuted directly, and you don't need to be tortured!" The black man smiled and said to the man on the electric chair, "Your friend can replace you, I hope this guy is a wizard like you, the wizard's Souls are better used in sacrifices."

Constantine made strange noises, and Peter couldn't tell if he was laughing or crying.

The black man pulled off an iron chain with one hand and put it on Peter's neck, and held a shotgun in the other hand, pressing it against his chest. Peter quickly put his right hand into his pocket——

With a bang, the black man pulled the trigger, and the shotgun blasted a big hole in Peter's chest. Blood splashed all over Constantine behind Peter. Several small bullets shot out and hit his thigh. writhing.

"You bastard!" the black man said through gritted teeth, "you're looking for death! That can't be helped, Constantine, I can only make you into a skeleton—"

"Except your weapons!"

A red light hit the black man on the shoulder from behind, and the shotgun in his hand flew high and tangled in a chain on the ceiling. On Ding's body, only Peter with a hole in his chest was left hanging in the air strangely with his head down.

Another Peter appeared, he used his left elbow to press the black man on the electric torture chair, his right hand held a wand, and the tip of the wand pressed heavily on the opponent's Adam's apple, the black man coughed dryly with his mouth open, and the cigar fell on Constantine's shirt on, burn a hole in it.

"I could have watched longer, but I don't want to see a copy of myself tortured—tell me who you are and what sacrifice you speak of!" snapped Peter.

(End of this chapter)