Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 85 Conversation
"What did you go through in Slytherin?" Peter asked.

"Oh, that's too much, sir. They burned my bedding, school robes and all, wrote 'Mudblood' on my face, and sneaked out my cauldron so I could be in Potions." Make a fool of yourself, but I easily see through these little tricks..."

Peter frowned: "Didn't you tell your dean or other teachers?"

"No," Christine Evan's expression was very calm, and there was only indifference in his gray eyes, without a trace of resentment or anger, "I think Professor Slughorn knows a little bit, but he can't do much , you know, Professor Slughorn maintains a very close relationship with most of the reputable pure-blood families."

"Mr. Evan, I understand school violence, and I sympathize with your experience," Peter said, "The nature of school life is cruel, and young people always undisguisedly release their darkest side."

Evan showed a polite smile: "Thank you for saying that, Professor Peddie, I thought you would let me seek authoritative protection or... 'reform' my dear Slytherin classmates."

He drank a sip of pumpkin juice, and Peter brought a small plate of chestnut cakes in front of him, "But I hope you don't let these cruel things leave their mark on you, such as dabbling in some unscrupulous things in order to fight them." Proper magic."

"I'm sorry, but this is the only way I survive. In the second semester of my first year, I joined the Slug Club and was somewhat protected by Professor Slughorn, who has some face in the pure-blood family , so I was just sidelined by some of the daily chores, but by the third year, Professor Slughorn retired..."

"Professor Snape himself has always been rejected by the pure-blood family. He can't protect you, so you lost the only barrier." Peter added.

"Yes, Professor Peddie, so things have gotten worse this school year, some stubborn pure-blood families want me to drop out of school and go back to a Muggle orphanage, do you know how they do it? "

Peter didn't speak, just looked intently into Christian Evan's quiet gray eyes.

"It's the Unforgivable Curse." Evan said calmly. "To be precise, it's the Imperius Curse. In Hogsmeade, they hit me with the Imperius Curse from behind, and then controlled me to attack Snape." Professor, I don't know who did it or if their parents were involved - what a great idea to kill two birds with one stone."

"When?" Peter sat up straight, thinking of the attack in the hallway last time, and Draco Malfoy's unusual fear when he approached Snape.

"If I remember correctly, it was the first weekend of the school year when going to Hogsmeade was allowed."

The first weekend to Hogsmeade... too early for the attack on the basement corridor.

"Did they do that to you again afterward?" Peter guided the conversation.

"No," Evan said, "after they cast the Imperius Curse on me, I didn't take ten steps before I realized I was under control, and I quickly got out of that state. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it." The culprit, otherwise they will spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban."

"It seems that your ability to control and resist black magic is very strong..." Peter couldn't help showing admiration, "Do you know how they want to control you to attack Professor Snape?"

"I don't remember exactly, but they never wanted to kill him, at most they left him in a state of memory loss, loss of sanity, severe disability, etc. completely incapable of functioning."

"Okay, thank you for telling me this, Evan. The nature of this matter is indeed very bad... Didn't you tell Professor Snape?"

"No." Evan's eyes became even colder. "He will probably think that I made up these things. After all, he is also a Slytherin. How will he think of me as a Muggle?"

"Maybe you're being overly vigilant," said Peter.

"Professor Peddie, there is no harm in being vigilant, otherwise my plan would not have gone so smoothly. I spent a month or two studying Hogwarts' school rules. After ten centuries, the school rules have become like laws. It's complicated, and I have to know where the line is so I can make sure I don't get fired."

"I chose Christmas as the time of action, because many school regulations mentioned that 'seriously disrupting the teaching order will be expelled', so at what time will sending my dear classmates to the infirmary not disrupt the teaching order? Christmas is definitely the best choice."

"Next, I picked seven of the most representative pure-blooded Slytherins, and they will be hooked at the slightest provocation, because I have never shown any outstanding dueling talents before."

"Since that time in Hogsmeade, I have never dared to leave the school. I am relatively safe inside the school. If I go out of the school, I will encounter the parents of those students. Professor Snape also helped me a lot , He put me in confinement for a semester, so that I don't have to have too much contact with my classmates."

Christine Evan introduced his action plan and motivation in an orderly manner. He was terribly calm, and there was no joy of revenge on his face, only the usual calm and indifference.

"Are you still planning to move on?" Peter asked.

"No, Mr. Zabini is the last one. After the wizard duel yesterday, I had a friendly conversation with his friends, including Mr. Nott. We also visited Zabini later. Sir, I believe we have turned enemies into friends."

"Slytherin House really is the most powerful." Peter said with a smile.

"Yes, Mr. Professor, all Slytherins are pure. No Slytherin would harm their own personal interests in order to eliminate the abstract idea of ​​Muggle origin. When they find that it is more beneficial to make friends with me than to exclude me, They will naturally choose."

"Fine, I'm glad you worked out your own issues, but I hope this is the last serious injury," Peter said.

"I promise this will never happen again—unless some pure-blood family comes after me at the school and troubles me. I'm sorry for the trouble Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape have caused. I noticed that Snape The professor's physical condition is very worrying, which makes me feel even more guilty."

Peter looked at the student in front of him with great interest. Obviously, Christine Evan was a perceptive person. He didn't know about Snape being bitten by a poisonous snake, and Snape didn't show any signs of it. Weak, but Evan could see that Snape was badly wounded, and if he put that kind of observation into a fight, he'd be a good fighter.

"Mr. Evan, my Defense Against the Dark Arts club needs several outstanding students to serve as my assistants. Are you interested?" Peter refilled pumpkin juice for Evan.

(End of this chapter)