Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 87 Party
In the remaining few days of Christmas holidays, Peter was reviewing the objects he had engraved in the office as usual. Using magic space to engrave objects is very convenient and quick to use in battle, but it is a troublesome thing to prepare normally.

In addition, Peter also placed more than a dozen protective spells on the doors and windows from time to time, put Banban into the roller that was also cast with more than a dozen protective spells, and then cast more than a dozen protective spells on himself, and then took it out and placed it on the wheel. The gold locket deep inside the chest for research.

On the day of St. Mungo's meeting, Dumbledore said that he would investigate the cave in Regulus's memory. Peter had never seen him at dinner these days, and Dumbledore's investigation had not yet come to fruition.

Kreacher, the only one who had been to that cave, had long forgotten its exact location, and Peter didn't dare to ask too much, because every time he mentioned what happened in the cave, Kreacher's tears flowed down his face.

On the morning of the last day of Christmas, Peter studied Voldemort's locket under the three armor curses and layers of protective spells as usual. He deliberately removed his left arm and operated it with one hand. any contact between the relics.

This gold locket is very ornate, with the letter "S" engraved in sterling silver on the front, which also depicts the image of a poisonous snake, and the snake's eyes are embellished with a sparkling emerald.

Observing carefully, Peter could see slight scratches on the surface of the gold, and a thin layer of silver rust on the silver chain, all of which proved that this locket was once spent in the hands of a wasteful person. The long years of displacement have not been properly preserved.

Before he died, Regulus ordered Kreacher to destroy the locket as soon as possible, but Kreacher tried for more than ten years without success. Now it is lying quietly under the tip of Peter's staff, and it has withstood more than a dozen shocking blows. The spell, but still intact.

The blue Fiercefire shot out from the tip of Peter's staff, engulfing the locket, but only a few seconds later, the flame was absorbed by the poisonous snake carved on the locket, and after a brief red heat, it returned to its original coldness , its snake eyes shone with a cold light, as if mocking people who were overwhelmed.

"Isn't even Fiendfire useless?" Peter smiled wryly, "As expected of the Dark Lord in his heyday, he actually left a protective spell on the outside of the locket that can extinguish Fiendfire... It seems that violence won't work , the only way is to open the locket."

Peter waved his wand, and summoned a statue of a knight. It put down its long sword, and with a pair of giant hands made of marble, it split the locket to the two sides. Sure enough, nothing happened, and Peter didn't expect such a primitive way to produce it. any effect.

He cast an Arahorhole spell on the gap of the locket again, but still nothing happened. Finally, he turned into a snuffer, watching the snuffer grabbing the locket as if he had found a treasure Niw, he took a sip of black tea and sighed softly.

Kreacher apparated at noon and sent Peter a note (of course, the locket had been put away), he opened the note and saw Hagrid's slightly childish handwriting—it turned out that Hagrid really wanted to open A party to celebrate the recovery of Peter and Sirius.

When Peter came to Hagrid's hut, he found that Harry, Ron, Hermione and Sirius had been neatly squeezed inside, Fang Fang's legs were already healed, and they were competing with Hermione's pet cat Crookshanks Sirius' knee.

Hagrid's hut was unevenly repaired, and the color difference between the old and new stones could be clearly seen. A banner was erected at the door of the house: "Celebrate the recovery of Wormtail and Padfoot", and there was a line of small crooked words underneath: "Go to Your mystery man!"

Peter laughed, "Who wrote this?" He pointed to the small print and asked.

"Of course Hagrid wrote it," Sirius said casually. "If it were me, I wouldn't call him 'Mystery Man'." At the same time, Crookshanks slapped Fang Fang's face with his paw, forcefully Seizing the throne on Sirius' lap, purring happily.

Harry, Ron and Hermione each held a cup of hot tea, quiet and well-behaved. Seeing Peter, they all raised the corners of their mouths and smiled, but no one spoke. Peter felt a little strange. At this time, Hagrid greeted him from the backyard. , put Peter in the seat next to Sirius.

Then he brought down a tray from the side of the stove, with a layer of cut milky white cake-like food on it, "Peter, quickly taste my new toffee." He said, enthusiastically brought the tray to Peter's nose under.

Sirius leaned over and stroked Crookshanks, not paying attention to what happened here, but Harry, Ron and Hermione next to him all turned their heads in unison, silently smiling slightly sadly.

Peter politely picked up a piece of toffee, and put it carefully between his lips and teeth. The toffee was surprisingly sweet and sticky. Fortunately, he wisely didn't bite it with his teeth. Hagrid stuffed another large, dirty cup into his hands and filled him with hot tea from a huge teapot.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at Peter with sympathetic eyes, but Peter put the cup to his mouth, took a sip, and a bitterness quickly dissipated in his mouth. Served with sweet toffee, the taste is acceptable.

"Isn't it delicious?" Hagrid looked at Peter's indescribable expression and asked puzzledly, "I held a funeral for poor Niffler and the caterpillars on the second day of Christmas. The teachers who attended the funeral gave out toffee, and no one said there was anything wrong with it, and Olim also said that my toffee was very good."

"It's okay." Peter encouraged against his will—obviously, the teachers who ate the toffee couldn't say anything wrong, because their teeth were stuck and they couldn't speak.

"Ugh—oh my God, who is Olim?" Ron snapped and managed to free two rows of teeth from the toffee.

"Olim?" Hagrid blushed, "Olim, that is Mrs. Maxim, Olim Maxim, we have now progressed to the relationship of calling each other Christian names."

"So, Madame Maxime calls you Ruburt now? We haven't called you Ruburt for so many years!" Ron's tone seemed to be accusing Hagrid of favoring sex over friends.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is love—" Sirius said in a long voice, and Fangya climbed onto his knees again, competing with Crookshanks for favor, and he leisurely took out a piece of milk candy from the tray and fed it to Fangya , Yaya's teeth were glued together immediately, whining in grievance.

At this time, another person got into Hagrid's cabin. As soon as his head poked in, the people in the room smelled a smell of smoke. Peter turned his head and looked at the door. He saw the Stanley Constantine sign Sexy blond hair, trench coat and Ska cigarettes.

(End of this chapter)