Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 84 Kristin Evan
"I'm here for Christine Evan. I just witnessed his traditional wizard duel with Blaise Zabini - the kind that has been sworn in blood. Unfortunately, Mr. Zabini's whole body is now The bones have all been taken out and they're lying in the infirmary," Peter said.

"Kristen Evan..." Snape said through gritted teeth, "This is the fifth accident involving a total of six pure-blood families..."

"Madame Pomfrey told me that a total of seven Slytherin students were seriously injured. Could it be that Mr. Evan did it?" Peter asked.

"Yes, it was Draco Malfoy and two of his friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, who were sent to St. Mungo's first, and Crabbe has since Thought I was a pot of prickly pear... I wrote a report on it for most of the Christmas holidays, and after that, more and more accidents happened..."

"Then there must be a reason for these things," Peter said, "Why did Mr. Evan do this? He swore during the duel with Zabini that if he lost, he would drop out of Hogwarts and go back to Hogwarts." To a Muggle orphanage, he couldn't have sworn such a vicious oath for no reason."

"Christine Evan didn't tell me his motives, but one thing is for sure, all his actions were rightly stopped on the verge of expulsion." Snape said with a sneer.

"You can close his confinement."

"I put him in detention for a term," said Snape, "but that doesn't stop him. Given a little free time, he can manage to make more trouble."

Peter smiled and suggested: "You can get him a fixed seat in the office and let him stay here all the time, so that he doesn't have to go back to the common room. Of course, you'd better light the fire, it's too cold here It is detrimental to the physical and mental health of students."

"Then you'd better let him come to you graciously!" said Snape. "I don't think he'd mind taking me off guard, and if you've seen the look in his smiling eyes, you There would be no doubt about it.”

"I do intend to do this, Severus, and I will ask him to come to me tomorrow morning." Peter's expression became serious, "Today I saw him perform a dozen very vicious black magic, including a Deadly spells, if left unattended . . . to be honest, Mr. Evan reminds me of a man—”

Snape narrowed his eyes and leaned back, placing his two-fingered left hand on his swollen right shoulder in a gesture of self-protection.

"—Voldemort," Peter whispered, "both come from Muggle orphanages, and both have extremely high talents for the dark arts... Our responsibility as teachers is to lead such students to the right path, not just to write about accidents. Report."

"You said it very touchingly, but I must continue to write the accident report. After all, it was not you who received these critical letters." Snape pointed to a small pile of letters piled up in the corner. Heraldic wax seal.

Since the beginning of this semester, the appointment of Snape as dean has been widely criticized by pure-blood students and parents of Slytherin House. The accident caused by Christine Evan undoubtedly created more pressure on Snape, especially In the case of Evan being a Muggle-born wizard.

Peter stood up from his chair: "Okay, then you can finish writing these reports first, Mr. Evan will let me enlighten... Also, pay more attention to your injuries, the spell of summoning the black snake is very unusual , and even requires a living sacrifice.”

Snape stared into Peter's eyes meaningfully, as if he wanted to see something, "Human sacrifice? It seems that I underestimated you. You know more evil than most dark wizards. You deserve it An ex-Death Eater."

"It's just for investigation... I read it from an old book," Peter concealed the part about Andonova as usual, "Take care." He said and walked out the door.

"No." Snape said curtly.

In the early morning of the next day, a snowstorm swept across the entire castle, and the air became cold and humid. Even though the fire in Peter's bedroom inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office was blazing, the cold atmosphere still caused him the pain of being cut off his arm in his sleep. Stab wake up.

The sun hadn't risen yet. Peter lit a candle and checked his left shoulder by candlelight. The wound had healed, but the red scar was still conspicuous. The place where the arm used to grow was now bare, even though he could use it. Magic created an arm, but he still had to go through the pain whenever the weather was bad.

It is conceivable that Snape has been like this for more than ten years. He has been hurt more deeply than Peter. Peter has seen the shocking wound on his abdomen. In addition, when the werewolf transforms every month, even with wolfbane potion, it can't relieve much. Excruciatingly painful, Snape's resentment was justified indeed.

Peter endured the pain and got down from the bed, drank a big mouthful of the dehumidification and cold-dispelling potion that Madam Pomfrey carefully prepared for him, a warm current flowed in his body, and the pain in his left shoulder immediately eased a lot, which is especially true for people who have been seriously injured. , cold and damp are indeed the enemy.

But it's strange to say that the fires in Snape's office and classrooms are often extinguished, but he doesn't care. Is it because his personality's requirements for a dark environment outweigh his severely injured? body?

In the morning, the blizzard stopped, and maybe Madam Pomfrey's potion took effect, and Peter's pain almost completely disappeared. After breakfast, he reviewed the various objects engraved in his mind as usual, and finally, outside the door There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Peter said enthusiastically.

Christine Evan walked in. Although he was only in the third grade, his pale face was as beautiful as a plaster statue, and his eyes were as indifferent and deep as a stone statue. "Good morning, Professor Peddie Road." Politely said to Peter.

"Good morning, Mr. Evan." Peter opened a chair and asked him to sit down. "What would you like to drink? Pumpkin juice? Butter beer?"

"Thank you, pumpkin juice is the best," Evan said.

Peter waved his wand, and a cup of rich hot pumpkin juice appeared on both sides of the desk. Peter walked around his desk, sat opposite Evan, and looked at him gently.

"Mr. Evan, can you tell me what happened to you and your fellow Slytherins?" Peter asked with a smile, "I'm sure you won't make trouble out of nothing."

"Yes, sir," said Christine Evan calmly, "I also regret my violation of school rules, but I have to do it because this is my Muggle-born wizard in Slytherin. The first step to the survival of the college."

(End of this chapter)