Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 89 New Semester

The Christmas holidays have passed, and the field is still covered with thick snow, and there are fine condensation on the windows of the greenhouse. During the herbal medicine class, the students cannot see the snow-covered hawthorn and holly trees outside the greenhouse.

Nobody wanted to be in Care of Fantastic Creatures in this weather, but George Weasley said maybe the cold would help keep everyone sane amid the boredom of feeding Flobberworms.

When the students came to Hagrid's cabin and smelled the smell of wine from the stables, they didn't see the usual boring caterpillar box, but three beautiful big unicorns instead.

"A whole three unicorns!" exclaimed a fifth-year Gryffindor girl.

Hagrid came out of the hut. He beckoned the girls to come forward, and the boys backed away, because unicorns like female touches and are not compatible with men. As for Hagrid himself, he relied on his long-standing knowledge of magical creatures. It takes respect and love to win the trust of unicorns.

The once elongated and sleepy students are now full of interest, the girls are scrambling to stroke the unicorn's fur, which is whiter than snow, and are overwhelmed by the unicorn's every elegant behavior, the boys standing behind They stood on tiptoe, too, so that they could see their golden hooves and long lustrous horns.

At the end of the class, there was a roar of admiration among the students heading to the auditorium.

"This class is really good! Unicorns are much more interesting than Flobber caterpillars, and they are also included in the OWL exam syllabus stipulated by the Ministry of Magic. I don't know much about the knowledge taught today. It seems that I am much more You have to work hard to get a 'pass,'" said Angelina Johnson.

"Tch, they should at least give me 'Exceeding Expectations'—" Fred said disapprovingly, and Angelina cast him a suspicious look, "—because as long as I can take the exam honestly, I'm already It's 'beyond expectations'."

At the same time, in Snape's dark and damp basement classroom, another group of students also filed out from the door with a sense of relief.

The first one to escape was Draco Malfoy. He had healed from the wound he was beaten by Christine Evan at Christmas, but his face was still very pale. Compared with Malfoy and Snape, It's hard to say which one looks more haggard, but everyone knows that Malfoy was defeated by Evan, but almost no one realizes how deeply poisoned Snape is.

Malfoy put his schoolbag on his back, timidly placed the Christmas paper on the antidote in front of Snape, and hurried out. Crabbe and Goyle were not with him, they were still lying in the hospital In the chamber, Crabbe was said to have recovered so much that he now thought he was a warthog.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged winks. Since this semester, Malfoy has had a lot of bad luck. There are several times when Malfoy's cauldron is not far from Hermione, but he doesn't have the energy to use it as usual. Mudblood" to insult Hermione.

"It seems that Malfoy is really afraid of Professor Snape." Hermione put her head next to Harry and Ron and commented in a low voice.

"And he's quite afraid of Professor Peddielo," Harry said. "The new teachers this term just don't happen to be very friendly with him."

"Look at him like that!" said Ron dismissively.

And near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor, Peter was walking in the corridor with a book under his arm, surrounded by a large group of students.

"Professor Peddie, how many points do you think you need to get into the Defense Against the Dark Arts club?" Ernie McMillan, a somewhat short fourth-year Hufflepuff student, asked nervously. He looked up at Peter, expecting Follow Peter's answer.

"Sorry, I don't know, I will select the top 40 people based on their points, so the points required for promotion depend on the overall performance of other students." This is the fifth time Peter has explained this since this morning, but he The voice is still patient.

"Professor Peddie, can you tell me specifically what happened at Christmas?" said Justin Finchrey. Mental illness, is that true?"

"For some reason, I can't say more, anyway we can't take it lightly." Peter didn't want to have any direct conflict with the Minister of Magic, as long as it didn't affect the progress of his plan, so that those who were not at the center of the incident did not know what happened The whole picture is a kind of protection.

"The Ministry of Magic is lying again!" a girl with a thin but not weak voice shouted, "You-Know-Who could be back at any moment, but the Ministry of Magic is busy covering up the news!"

Her outspokenness sparked a lively discussion among the students, and Peter looked over to see the source of the voice, where he saw Susan Bones, a fourth-year Hufflepuff girl with long curly hair.

"Thank you for your opinion, Miss Burns," Peter couldn't help adding some appreciation into his tone, "Do you know some inside information? Of course, it doesn't matter whether you are or not..."

"Oh, Professor Peddie Road, my aunt is Amelia Bones. She doesn't approve of some deceitful practices of the Ministry of Magic, and she does her best to correct it." Mentioning her aunt, she stood proudly. raised his chest.

Peter nodded approvingly, and suddenly realized that the Bones family is one of the greatest wizarding families in history, and Amelia Bones is the current head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but most of her power has been suppressed Minister for Magic Barty Crouch overshadowed.

Peter remembered Amelia's brother, Edgar Burns, who was a member of the Order of the Phoenix in its inception, and was eventually killed by Death Eaters. People have not found his body so far, thinking of Regulus' memory Seeing the black lake full of rotting corpses, Peter's heart tugged.

The students who had finished the Defense Against the Dark Arts class walked down the stairs and met other people in the foyer. Many students were stopping in the foyer, reading a notice:
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts public class will start at [-] o'clock tonight. Please come to the auditorium on time to participate. At that time, the school's duel points ranking will be announced, so the duel badge point statistics will be closed before the class starts."

The deadline for scoring points put a lot of pressure on the students. They exchanged badges with each other, those with high scores were secretly happy, and those with low scores felt sympathetic.

At this moment, Filch pushed through the crowd with a wheeze, and drove the students behind him, and saw him tremblingly nailing another notice board to the bottom.

Peter glanced at the notice board:
"Headmaster Albus Dumbledore will be making a special appearance at this Open Class (have some raspberry jam for dinner)."

This notice was so Dumbledore-like. Peter hadn't seen Dumbledore who was busy investigating the cave these days, and he didn't expect that Dumbledore would rush back to the school for his open class.

(End of this chapter)