Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 80
Ten minutes later, Jacob Johnson had packed up all his things and hid behind the electric torture chair. He stood beside him obediently. On the electric torture chair, Stanley Constantine was still tied up.

Peter pulled up a chair, sat behind the glass counter, and waited for Jacob Johnson's subordinates with a wand in his hand. He had already understood how it worked here: anyone who offended Johnson would be sent as a sacrifice, Then disappear without a sound, which is really a good way to get rid of the enemy.

Soon, there was a burst of noisy footsteps outside the house, and five strong men came in with a shortened shotgun each, followed by seven or eight guys with long machetes in their hands.

"Who are you?" Seeing Peter, a strong man in the lead asked, "Where is our boss?"

"I got rid of it." Peter replied with a smile.

After a few gunshots, these desperadoes launched an attack without saying a word, exactly like their boss's scumbag style.When the smoke cleared, they found Peter sitting where he was, with two marble statues of knights with shields in front of him.

"Damn it!" a thin man with a machete wailed, bent over to cover his calf, and a small marble hit the statue and bounced back, hitting his leg bone.

Panic spread through the crowd at the sight of Peter's wand and the statue appearing out of nowhere.

The leading strong man shouted: "Don't shoot indiscriminately, this person is probably the wizard who offended the boss, use the exorcism bullets and holy water we prepared in advance!"

The guys with the shotguns in the front stuffed a gold-plated bullet engraved with a symbol into the reload port with seriousness, and the guys with the machetes in the back poured a glass bottle of holy water on the blade, as if that would neutralize Peter's magic.

Peter stood up from his chair, and the leader ordered: "Shoot!"

Peter conjured up two more statues at random, and the four statues formed an iron wall. The so-called exorcism bullets hit them, but they still bounced around in the room.

Peter used the Iron Armor Curse to create a barrier to protect himself from being hit by flying projectiles. During this time, he has been thinking about what spell he should use to deal with these murderers. Fiercefire is undoubtedly the fastest way, and even the evidence is not available. Will not stay, but that way of death is too cruel.

Several desperadoes rushed towards Peter holding wet machetes. Peter took a step back, and three green lights shot out from the tip of his staff. The three people who rushed at the front fell to the ground and died. souls, they die very cleanly.

The others didn't realize that their companions were dead, and rushed to Peter's side. The four knights turned around and waved their shields at them.

Soon there were only the first five gun-wielding men left. They shot at the approaching knight statue while running away. Peter cast an obstacle spell, and the five collided with each other, followed by four green shots. That alone wiped out four of them.

Now there is only one leader left. This man picked up his gun from the ground, pulled the guard to load it, and pointed at Peter, but before he could pull the trigger, Peter pointed with his wand: "The ghost is out of his body."

The barrel of the strong man's gun hung down, and he stood up as obediently as Jacob Johnson, and fired a shot at each corpse. After that, he walked into the back room and came to Jacob standing obediently by the wall. Boo Johnson in front of him and killed him with a single shot.

The blood-stained charm on Jacob Johnson's chest began to glow red. At this moment, a police siren sounded faintly in the distance. Peter waved his wand, disappeared the replica of himself hanging on the chain, and clicked again. The electrocution chair undid the belt that restrained Constantine.

Konstantin slid down from the chair, knelt on the ground, and covered his bleeding lips: "You saved my life... Now I owe you a huge favor..." He took his trembling hands from the inner pocket of the windbreaker. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

"I hope you don't mind if I let you be tied up for a while longer." Peter said coldly while picking up the large bag full of skulls and occult books behind the electric torture chair.

"Of course, Professor Peddie..." Constantine grinned and forced a smile, his left eye was swollen from the beating, "You are already very tolerant, anyone would think it was me and Ya Gob designed the trap together, I met this guy at an occult club... well, I did sell him some mediocre products..."

Peter checked around to make sure that every drop of blood spattered from his duplicate had been removed, then stepped outside into the long room to burn all the vicious dark arts with a finely controlled Fiercefire .

Constantine followed him, looking for his wand, and seeing these black magic items, he commented: "I really didn't expect this person to sacrifice a living person. These Muggles using black magic are simply more crazy than the craziest Every dark wizard has no scruples."

"It is impossible for a pure Muggle to use magic, otherwise the occult would not be scorned among Muggles." Peter said, "Jacob Johnson probably had a wizarding ancestor, or someone who integrated into Muggle society." Ancestor Squib, he has a very thin blood of magic power flowing from his body, so with the help of the living blood sacrifice, he can arouse some power."

Constantine found his wand, sticky with blood, in a trash can in the corner, and he cast a cleansing spell, cleaning his shirt along the way.

Then they walked to the outermost room, and Constantine saw a dozen or so desperadoes lying on the ground.

"Merlin's beard!" Constantine kicked one of them lightly, "I don't want to call you Professor Peddie, I thought you didn't dare to kill people, but I didn't expect you to kill more than a dozen! "

"That's how I treated those Death Eaters," Peter said briefly.

A dozen skulls bound with souls groaned softly in the pockets in Peter's hands. They were trapped on the border of life and death, enduring great pain. Peter wanted to bring them back, try to set them free, and let them rest in peace.

The sirens were approaching, and the two of them walked to the door and disapparated. The Muggles would only be left with an unsolved case, but this neighborhood would become more peaceful and less innocent from now on. The soul is hurt.

The two reappeared outside the venue, Peter dragged his pockets and walked towards the castle, "Mr. Peddie Road," Constantine suddenly stopped him from behind, "I won't go back, the last time you asked me to investigate This book, I promise to check it out for you before next week."

"No more money this time, no more excuses?" Peter said teasingly.

"No excuse," said Constantine.

This time there was no cynical smile on his face, and the cigarette dangling from his mouth was also disapparated. Under his bruised eye sockets, a pair of blue eyes finally showed rare focus and sincerity.

(End of this chapter)