Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 81 Back to School
Finally back at Hogwarts Castle, Peter put the skull and the Muggle magic book into a silver box in the office, and then he carefully checked the locket and the dozen or so protective spells on it. He always felt that there was some kind of connection between the skull and the locket.

The Christmas decorations on the campus are still gleaming, but the steps from the second floor to the first floor still have burn marks, where Tom Riddle's body was burned to ashes, but his remains Where did the soul escape to?At this moment, is he monitoring every move in the castle?

Peter walked through the auditorium, the walls were still decorated with silver dust and holly berries, but there was not much joy in the auditorium, half of the holiday was over, and the students began to worry about the pile of homework, and they could see faces of bitter hatred everywhere. The deep student was holding "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" to deal with Snape's thesis on potions.

Seeing Peter, several students dropped their books and begged him to tell the heroic story of catching the murderer on Christmas Day.

"Professor Peddie, how did you find out about that black wizard dressed as a student? Is it because everyone wore dresses at the Christmas ball, and he was the only one wearing a school robe?"

"How did you defeat the Dark Wizard?"

"I read from the "Daily Prophet" that you lost a hand. This is really fake news, isn't it?" a girl said with concern.

Peter waved his hand, expressing evasion: "I feel a little tired, I will talk about it in the next public class, okay?"

He was indeed very tired. Controlling his left hand created by Transfiguration was like controlling a body that did not belong to him. In addition to the exhaustion of fighting in that Muggle voodoo mage shop, his magic power had been exhausted. .

On the other hand, he didn't want to openly antagonize the Ministry of Magic. The Minister of Magic, Mr. Crouch, came to St. Mungo's in person, 'You just met Tom Riddle, a young man who was insane and worshiped Voldemort,' he was If he said this to Peter, then his purpose is undoubtedly to let Peter and the Ministry of Magic speak in unison.

"Can you teach us the spell you used to defeat the murderer next class?" Colin Creevey, a third-grade student, asked adoringly. A student showed disapproval, they obviously thought that kind of spell was too cruel.

"This is a dangerous magic that you can't master at this stage," Peter said, "but its principle is the same as the engraving spell that I usually teach you. Continue to perform well in class."

After speaking, Peter opened a path among the students and walked out of the auditorium. Colin was still holding a photo behind him and wanted to ask him to sign it, but seeing his resolute attitude, Colin could only return disappointed.

In front is the small garden full of lovers on Christmas Day. During the days when Peter was hospitalized, there was another fresh snow here, and the bushes were wrapped in a layer of snow-white cotton clothes. The golden fairies had disappeared, but the long chairs You can also see pairs of male and female students on the Internet.

Going further, you will see a spacious field. The snow here has not melted, but it has been trampled. Peter is a little surprised that there are so many students staying outdoors in winter. There are more than a dozen big signs on the field. It was written in gleaming red letters.

Peter observed carefully and found that all the signs were written with numbers, from zero to two hundred and four, erecting a sign every [-] numbers, but the numbers on some signs were repeated, more than a dozen students wearing duel badges Divide into groups and duel under these signs.

He suddenly realized: All students hope that they can compete with weaker opponents, and duel badges do not record duels with a score difference of more than fifty points. With these badges, students can duel with opponents who are similar in strength to themselves. Creativity is rewarded.

In a group of students, Peter saw Neville Longbottom's round face flushed with cold at a glance. He was holding his wand, standing under the sign with the word "Ninety", nervously talking to a third-year hutch Patch boys Simon Galke stand back to back.

"Get ready—" cried George Weasley, who was wearing a long fur coat and hood in Hagrid's fashion, "one—two—three!"

Neville and Simon turned around at the same time. To Peter's surprise, Neville's movements were clean and neat, without any muddling—

"Disarm you!" the two shouted almost simultaneously.

Neville swung his wand impeccably. He was not fast enough to recite the spell, but the rhythm was acceptable. He thrust his wand forward with ease. Snape had scolded him many times when correcting his movement. , but now, if Snape saw Neville's performance, he would definitely not be able to find anything wrong with it.

A uniform and steady red light shot out from the tip of Neville's wand. Simon was also good, but his movement of turning around and swinging his wand was a bit distorted, causing the magic spell to tremble a little. The two were hit by the opponent's spell respectively, and the two wands flew high up and down in snowdrifts.

"Oh, it's a tie, do you want to do it again?" George asked.

Neville bent down, picked up his wand, and nodded to George. He pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of determination in his expression. Simon's wand flew farther, and it took him a little longer to pick it up from the snow come out.

Peter walked towards them, Neville, Simon and George all turned to look at him when they heard his footsteps.

"Professor Peddie Road!" George waved to Peter enthusiastically, "You're back from St. Mungo's!"

Both Neville and Simon blushed, probably because the professor saw them in embarrassment when they were disarmed by the other party just now.

Peter smiled, "Yes, I'm back from St. Mungo's, Christmas hospital is too boring."

"Professor, are you still in pain?" Neville asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt at all," Peter said with a brighter smile, "and I'm more than happy to see your progress as soon as I come back. Neville, Simon, you all practiced well, but Neville , you can cast your spells a little faster - disarm you - something like this."

Neville recited it several times in trepidation, and Peter even felt that it was not as clear and coherent as before.

"Neville, you have practiced very well, now all you lack is self-confidence." Peter said encouragingly, "Simon, when you turn around, your movement is deformed, don't swing your wrist too much, otherwise it will slow down your movement." speed."

The two students practiced for a few minutes with Peter's guidance, and then Peter himself acted as the referee and asked them to re-compete.

"Get ready—one—two—three!"

"Except your weapons!"

Neville recited the spell faster, and Simon's arm swing was a little stiff, which made Neville much faster than Simon. Before Simon's spell was cast, his wand flew out of his hand and flew towards the other side. The sign flies away.

"The wand is coming." Peter flicked the wand lightly, and Simon's wand flew into his hand. He was holding two wands now, and saw that the badge on Neville's chest had risen from eighty points to ninety points, and Simon's It dropped from one hundred to ninety.

Simon seemed a little depressed, but Peter tapped his badge with Simon's own wand, and his score returned to [-] in an instant, "Thank you...thank you, Professor Peddie..." Simon said gratefully.

"Next time you swing your arms, use your wrists. Come on, hold your wands. You and Neville are doing well. I hope I can see you at the Defense Against the Dark Arts club."

(End of this chapter)