Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 83 Slytherin's Misfortune

Barely 30 seconds into the duel, Blaise Zabini fell face-down on the ground as Christian Evan methodically cast a dozen spells on him, the vast majority of which were vicious poisons.

Peter stood aside holding his wand all the time, until Evan swung his wand fiercely, throwing a dark purple, zigzag magical energy like a steel whip, and Peter finally made a move.

A barrier protected Zabini's slimy body entangled in black magic iron chains. Evan's dark purple magic lightning hit it, causing a burst of ripples, and the purple lightning was deflected, carving a deep line on the snow. deep chasm.

Everything happened in an instant, and the onlookers didn't see what Peter did at all. They subconsciously backed away to avoid the deflected purple lightning. The faces of Zabini's Slytherin companions changed. Whiter than the snow, they stared dumbfounded at Zabini wriggling on the ground, fear creeping into their faces.

"I, Peter Pedillo, swear on my honor: I was an impartial witness to this duel, and Christine Evan won," Peter said as he routinely said the lines of a witness in a wizard's duel, walking quickly Get in between the two and separate them.

"Thank you, Professor Peddie Road." Christine Evan put the hand holding the wand on his chest, bowed to Peter, and then bowed to the surrounding crowd. Several Slytherin students were silent, Not daring to meet his eyes, but he deliberately smiled and nodded to them.

Peter carefully checked Zabini's injuries. He had passed out, his whole body was bound by iron chains, and his face had turned purple-black.

He lightly tapped the chain with his wand, and easily lifted several black magic curses, but Zabini's tall body had almost no bones, and turned into a pool of limp flesh.

Peter conjured a stretcher, raised his wand slightly upwards, carefully placed Zabini on it, and conjured a makeshift brace inside his chest to support his body.

This state of the whole body's bones being pulled away is very dangerous. If you don't pay attention, the injured will suffocate to death or suffer inevitable injuries.

"I'll go to the school hospital to see Mrs. Pomfrey, and then Mr. Zabini will probably have to be admitted to St. Mungo's," Peter said calmly, "Mr. Evan, I need you to come to my office tomorrow morning." trip."

"Yes, sir." Christine Evan bowed politely to Peter again, with a decent smile on his face, but there was always a hint of indifference in his gray eyes.

Then Evan held the wand with the tip of the wand facing down, walked up to the senior Slytherins, and talked to them in a low voice. No one dared to suggest accompanying Zabini to the infirmary.

Peter carefully sent Zabini to the infirmary by himself. Madame Pomfrey poked her head out from behind the curtain holding a bottle of potion. Peter explained Zabini's injury to her.

"It's Slytherin again!" Madam Pomfrey said in disbelief as she placed Zabini on the hospital bed, "This is the seventh one since Christmas!"

"Slytherin again?" Peter asked. "What does that mean?"

"After you and Mr. Black were hospitalized on Christmas Day, there was chaos at the school, endless investigations by the Ministry of Magic, and patrols by teachers. From that day on, there was a Slater or two every day. Student Lin was seriously injured in the duel, here are the three relatively light ones, and the four heavy ones are all in St. Mungo's."

Madam Pomfrey looked at Peter sternly, she seemed to think that these duels were related to Peter's Defense Against the Dark Arts club.

"Didn't you talk to Professor Snape about these things?" Peter asked.

"My duty is to rescue the wounded. I don't care about the cause of the students' injuries. This is my usual way of working." She poured a potion into Zabini's blue lips, and a puff of white smoke flowed from the He popped out all over.

"Okay, go ahead, I'll tell Professor Snape." After speaking, Peter walked out of the infirmary, but Madam Pomfrey stopped him.

"Wait, Professor Pedillo, you take that potion with you - yes, it's on the table over there - I specially prepared it for you, this potion can dispel dampness and cold, and prevent wounds Pain on a rainy day."

"Thank you." Peter picked up the medicine bottle, which was filled with a light yellow clarification liquid. Madam Pomfrey walked over quickly, kissed him lightly on the cheek, then turned back to Zabini and continued to work. , Peter knew that Madam Pomfrey must have attended to his wound on Christmas night.

Leaving the infirmary, Peter went straight to Snape's office. When he knocked on Snape's door, a very weird and funny idea came to his mind: Snape really attended the memorial service of Flobberworm can you?
"Come in!" Even through the door, Peter could hear Snape's voice was very annoyed and impatient.

"Severus." Peter pushed open the door, nodded, smiled, and greeted.

"Oh, it's the great hero Professor Peddie! He's back from St. Mungo's! I thought it was another student. Please sit down."

Snape said so, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest joy at Peter's recovery, seeing Peter, he didn't stand up, his black eyes looked suspiciously at Peter's left hand, as if looking for some kind of flaw.

"This is created by Transfiguration." Peter took the initiative to raise his left hand, clenched his fist and opened it again.

"Very good." Snape said coldly, "This is probably a variant of the copying spell that you used to help Potter cheat. It's very clever magic."

"It is indeed consistent in principle." Peter replied.

Peter closed the door behind him and sat across from Snape. He looked around, the room was dark and cold, the fire was almost out, Snape impatiently put down the wand in his hand, raised his head and frowned. looked at him with a frown.

It was only then that Peter noticed that he was holding a wand in his crippled left hand, using magic instead of a quill to write. His neck was swollen badly, and several blackened blood vessels were clearly visible. His right arm was hanging by his side, seemingly unable to He moved, his scarred face was as pale as the water-soaked Inferi in Regulus' memory.

"Severus, haven't you healed from your last injury?" Peter couldn't help asking.

"Yeah, it's gotten even worse, it's been bleeding these days, but does that have anything to do with you?"

"I mean, you should tell Dumbledore or someone else to see if there's anything they can do, I mean... if this horrible situation continues, you might die..."

"Thank you for your reminder, Peddie, but I'm a pharmacist myself... Now, please speak up if you have anything to say, if you don't delay my writing these long reports, maybe I can rest earlier. "

Peter glanced down at the parchment on Snape's desk, and he vaguely saw a name on it, "What report are you writing?" he asked.

"About Christine Evan, a third-year student, there are a lot of accidents in Slytherin House these days around Christmas," Snape said angrily.

(End of this chapter)