Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 90 Special Guests
At dinner that day, Peter found that the seat next to Dumbledore was still vacant, but Snape appeared as usual, wearing a white shirt with a high collar under his black robe, but Peter could still see By the time his neck had turned purple-black.

Of course, this couldn't escape Professor McGonagall's eyes, "Severus, you look terrible!" She said sternly, "Are you really all right?"

Just like Peter reminded him that time in Snape's office, Snape was very impatient with Professor McGonagall, he roughly pushed away Professor McGonagall's subconscious hand, obviously not wanting anyone to complain about his injury suggestion.

But Peter clearly saw that he even had some difficulty breathing today. His chest was obviously rising and falling rapidly, and his right arm was barely able to be lifted to the height of the table. Although his attitude was still cold and stiff, he could already see from his face pain and weakness.

Peter knew how long those black snakes had fangs, a foot long enough to bite from the shoulder into the chest, but it had been so long, why would Snape's old injury have deteriorated to such an extent after one Christmas Woolen cloth?

This incident is very strange. It was obviously Peter and Sirius who were hit hard at the Christmas ball. According to Harry, Snape was busy breaking up the lovers in the garden that night and was not attacked. Could it be Voldemort or his servants? Could somehow strengthen the curse attached to the black snake's venom?

Deep down, Peter was a little afraid that Snape would fall down and die one day. It would be like a reenactment of the tragedy of the Screaming Shack 17 years ago. Although Peter couldn't love him like a friend, Peter Never wanted him dead - maybe Snape had thought the same thing when he saved Peter.

"Severus, are you still attending the Defense Against the Dark Arts open class tonight?" Peter asked him.

"Of course." Snape said, "I remember you promised that I could 'substantially participate' in the public class."

"No, you misunderstood, I just think you need... rest, this is a practical class after all." Peter raised his eyebrows.

"I seem to have said it once. I am the pharmacist here. I am very clear about my situation."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape's neck and pursed his lips in disapproval, but since Snape was so stubborn, Peter had no reason to rule him out. It seemed that Sirius could only stay in the Dragon Arena tonight up.

Of course, Peter would have crossed his fingers and begged Snape not to suddenly collapse dead.

It was six o'clock in the evening, and the students were already sitting in the stands. Many of them fidgeted and played with the duel badges in their hands, as if this would make the numbers on them bigger.

Some students stretched their necks, looking for the figure of the principal Dumbledore. Most of them were low-grade students. They only had the opportunity to see this respected principal at the beginning of the school year, the holiday banquet, and the chocolate frog card. Points are not important to them, because they have little chance of being selected.

Peter and Snape stood on the stage, delaying starting the public lecture because they were also waiting for Dumbledore's arrival.

In the first row of the stands, Durmstrang principal Gabriela Andonova sat conspicuously. She had no presidency at all, with a notebook on her lap, looking at the stage expectantly, when Peter's When their eyes met hers, the two smiled knowingly almost at the same time.

Stanley Constantine is crammed into a group of students in the back row, presumably because he was on stage with the famous Weird Sisters at the dance, he's got the Slytherin approval, and now he's smoking a cigarette with a bunch of Slytherins The girls hooked their shoulders together and chatted happily, and the auditorium was filled with the smell of cigarettes.

Snape's dark eyes gleamed fiercely, fixed on Constantine, his upper lip curled up, matching the scars on his face, he looked like he was about to rush over and bite Constantine's throat, Unbeknownst to Constantine, he was sticking his wand behind his ear and lighting a new cigarette.

About 3 minutes passed, the buzzing sound of discussion in the auditorium slowly sounded, and Constantine even loudly told a tasteless joke.

"Please be quiet!" Peter clapped his hands to maintain discipline. Snape raised his wand with his left hand and pointed at Constantine. His mouth was still opening and closing, but no one could hear him anymore. sound.

At this moment, a fiery red bright spot appeared in midair in the middle of the stage, and everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to it. The bright spot gradually expanded, and with a pop, a beautiful golden-red bird appeared out of thin air, and Ah Bu Si Dumbledore clasped his hands above his head, clutching its flaming tail feathers.

"Wow!" There was a burst of exclamation from the stands, and Peter took the lead in applauding Dumbledore with a smile, Snape also clapped his hands expressionlessly, and then, the entire auditorium erupted in prolonged applause.

"Thank you everyone! Thank you!" Dumbledore raised his hands with a smile, and turned around in a small circle. The Phoenix Fawkes quickly passed the stands, which attracted even more enthusiastic cheers, "Welcome to tonight's Black Magic Defense open class!"

He took three steps in parallel, walked off the stage quickly, and faced Gabriella Andonova in the stands. Seeing this, Andonova also stood up hurriedly. She was still so reckless, and when she stood up The laptop on his lap fell to the floor.

The two headmasters held hands tightly, "Professor Andonova!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, "Thank you for attending Hogwarts classes! If you don't mind, I hope Durmstrang Students can get involved too!"

"Professor Dumbledore, thank you." Andonova said awkwardly.

As soon as the hands of the two headmasters separated, Dumbledore bent down to pick up the notebook for Andonova, and offered it with both hands humbly. Then he returned to the stage, Phoenix Fawkes hovered for a moment, landed on his shoulder, gently Pecking at the temples of his glasses.

"I would also like to thank our two professors—Professor Peddie and Professor Snape. They donated not only their spare time for the safety of Hogwarts," Dumbledore's expression became serious, "and their lives safe and healthy."

There was another round of applause in the auditorium, and Dumbledore walked over to squeeze Peter's hand tightly, and when he walked up to Snape, he paused a bit, his blue eyes sparkling sharply. .

Dumbledore must have noticed Snape's swollen neck and pale face. His expression sank, and a trace of worry climbed onto his face. Snape raised his right hand with difficulty, but Dumbledore did not leave a trace. After shaking it as a gesture, he hastily skipped this link, and the students in the distance couldn't see his specific movements at all.

"Okay," Dumbledore turned around, showing a happy expression again, "We can start the class next, I think I haven't taught students for half a century."

(End of this chapter)