Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 88 Constantine's Promise
"Hi, Mr. Pedillo." Constantine greeted Peter with a smile, "I saw you posting banners here—it's a good banner, but it's a pity that it doesn't match the Ministry of Magic's propaganda."

Sirius frowned impatiently: "Don't you even care about this?"

Constantine stretched out his hands and put on a calming gesture, "Don't get me wrong, I'm staying at Hogwarts just to make a living, and to pick up pretty girls by the way, what does the Ministry of Magic promote and what does it have to do with me?"

Hearing Constantine's words, Ron moved an inch away from Hermione, who was frowning and swallowing Hagrid's bitter tea to soften the sticky toffee.

For a while, no one in the room spoke. The name of the Magical Education Committee was very disgusting. Even Hagrid made a face because he was still on probation.

But Constantine didn't care about this unfriendly atmosphere, "Go on with the 'Fuck Your Mystery Man' party, don't mind, I'm just having fun—" He unceremoniously took it out from the tray A piece of toffee, I put it in my mouth and took a bite, "Um - what is it?"

Seeing the funny way his mouth was stuck, Sirius laughed out loud, and Constantine also giggled, perhaps because the strength and frequency of the laugh was just right for breaking apart the stuck teeth, ten seconds later , he finally laughed off the toffee.

"What is this permanent paste cursed toffee?" Konstantin laughed and exaggeratedly stuffed it into an empty pack of Ska cigarettes and threw it out the window.

Sirius laughed even louder. Hagrid looked at Harry, who was closest to him, with pleading eyes. He couldn't believe that his cooking skills were so bad. Harry had barely swallowed the toffee when he saw him hugging Tea, and mouthed to Hagrid: "Don't be discouraged".

Peter stood up, patted Constantine on the back, and said in the tone of introducing friends as much as possible: "This is Stanley Constantine, the former silent man of the Ministry of Magic, and now serves as the security officer of Hogwarts. "

"Hermione, do you remember? He's the one who forgot his wand, he used to be the Reticent Man..." Ron whispered in Hermione's ear, but Hermione put a finger to her lips solemnly Go up and signal Ron not to speak ill of people to his face.

"Peter, I didn't expect you to make friends with people from the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said. "Aren't you on fire with the Magic Education Committee?"

"I owe a great favor to Mr. Pedillo," said Constantine first, "he—" Peter gave a stern wink, and Constantine understood and skipped Peter's killing of Jacob Johnson's gang the human part.

"In short, since you are friends of Mr. Peddylo, you are also my friends, and I owe you the same favor." Constantine opened another pack of cigarettes and took one. "What do you want me to do?" Just tell me, for example, if you want to curse an enemy without knowing it."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other. Hermione looked a little terrified, but Peter felt that this was not new. Constantine had already said it to him.

"Then I do have an enemy I want to kill," said Sirius.

"Oh?" Constantine grinned to both sides, his eyes sparkled, "Who are you going to kill?"

Hagrid looked at Sirius uneasily, as if he was afraid that he would say something that shouldn't be said, but Sirius said calmly, "Voldemort."

"Cough!" Constantine staggered, choked by the smoke, a puff of white smoke came out of his nose, "...Mr. Black, you can't make a request that is seriously beyond my ability..."

"That is to say, the mana you can curse and kill cannot be much more powerful than yours, right?" Peter asked.

"Of course, any magic has limits." Constantine said, "Those who despise the most basic laws of magic, but still dare to be contaminated with black magic, will ruin their lives sooner or later."

"You know, Konstantin, I'm starting to admire you," Peter said with a smile, "but I still can't figure out why you forgot your wand."

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring my wand today, I soaked it in detergent, and some dirty things got stuck in the pattern of the wand handle, it smelled so bad..."

"I believe you came to me not just to eat candy," Peter said seriously, "I remember you promised me one thing."

"I did get some information, but I have to tell you a person alone at a specific time and circumstances." Constantine said.

"You can just say right here that everyone in this room is trustworthy," Peter said.

Constantine's blue eyes flicked across Sirius, Harry, Ron and Hermione, his eyes lingering on Hermione's face for a while, and Ron moved closer to Hermione, almost touching Hermione arm.

"No, Mr. Peddy, I have to tell you alone, and this is also a magic law that must be obeyed." Constantine said.

Peter stared into his eyes: "I hope you don't play tricks again."

"Of course not, sir, I can swear on Merlin."

Peter nodded, and Hermione on the side raised her hand, "Mr. Constantine, do you know what the golden egg in the second item of the Triwizard Cup means?"

"What golden egg?" Constantine walked up to Hermione, showing a bright smile, showing his masculinity as much as possible.

Ron has long seen Constantine chatting up various girls non-stop at Christmas, and joined the Weird Sisters at the dance to show off his musical talents.Now he was elbowing Hermione, clearly not wanting Hermione to have anything to do with Constantine.

"It's just... a golden egg." Harry drew a circle with his hand, trying to make the other party understand.

"Great, powerful explanation," Constantine said sarcastically.

"...it makes a piercing scream when you open it, I think the sound is very similar to the performance of a ghost band." Harry ignored Constantine's sarcasm.

"Oh, I don't know at all." Konstantin rubbed his blond hair carelessly, and said with a smile, "I just pretended to think seriously, so that I can show that I tried my best——The Triwizard Cup project is strictly confidential, and only Officials above the director level can know, but how can I, a pawn, know?"

"It seems that we still have to rely on us, Sirius." Peter said.

"Yeah, we can go to the Three Broomsticks a few more times to try our luck, in case we meet a female ghost or something there." Sirius joked.

When mentioning the golden eggs, Harry seemed to become worried all of a sudden. After all, after Christmas, there was not much time before the start of the second project.

Constantine was happy: "My friends, it would be nice if I brought a guitar, at least I can add to the fun of your permanent sticking charm party." As he spoke, he began to play the air guitar in a serious manner.

Peter flicked his wand lightly, conjured up a guitar, and handed it to Constantine: "The best spruce wood, with a clear sound and full tone, here, play it."

(End of this chapter)