Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 92 Challenge
Dumbledore's proposal was issued, and there was silence in the stands.

Some students rubbed their duel badges nervously, as if they were judging whether their scores could advance. If they could not advance, adding fifty points would make it worthwhile to accept the challenge, but this is the challenge of Principal Dumbledore. Obviously it can't be easy, if you fail, you will be deducted [-] points...

Dumbledore glanced at the students in the stands with encouraging eyes, "Who wants to try?" He invited again, "Mr. Malfoy?"

Malfoy shook his head quickly, leaning back.

"Miss Brown?" Dumbledore stretched out his hands, as if embracing any student who would take up the challenge.

"Mr. Headmaster, please—please—" Lavender asked in a thin, trembling voice, "can you tell us what kind of challenge it is? Will it be fighting gargoyles? That would be terrible..."

Snape showed contempt on his face, but Dumbledore ignored it. He said kindly: "Miss Brown's concerns are very reasonable, so I will tell you the content of the challenge first."

The students whose scores were not up or down all stared at Dumbledore's words and deeds. Peter didn't know what Dumbledore's challenge was. Dumbledore walked to the center of the stage and raised his wand high.

"Peter, Severus, please stay as far away from me as possible." Dumbledore whispered.

Peter and Snape stepped back, both standing in the corner of the stage, within an arm's length of each other, Peter could hear Snape's heavy breathing and see his dark eyes rolled up slightly in their sockets —he was clearly in excruciating pain, and Peter couldn't understand why he was so persistent for a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

At this moment, all eyes in the auditorium were focused on the tip of Dumbledore's wand. Dumbledore waved the wide sleeve of his robe, and the long wand leisurely crossed half a circle in the air——

"Vulcan clears the way!" He recited the mantra aloud, every syllable was clear and accurate, and his figure, movement and voice did not resemble a 100-year-old man at all.

On the trail of his wand, a flame blazed up. It was not an evil, destructive Fiercefire, but a warm, bright flame. Then, with a whoosh, centered on Dumbledore , The flames enveloped almost the entire stage, and the highest point of the flames was twice as high as the three-story stands.

The students exclaimed in surprise. The light of the flame was as dazzling as the sun at noon, which made people dare not look directly at it. Peter stood on the edge of the stage, feeling the shocking power released by the flame.

"This spell is essentially a separation spell with a special nature. Those dark magic creatures who are afraid of the light have nowhere to hide in its flames." Dumbledore calmly explained in the center of the flames, "You will find This mantra is very practical and I would like a classmate to come up on stage and try to learn this mantra."

The brightness and heat of the flames gradually increased, and Peter had to raise his arms to cover his eyes, while Snape beside him had turned sideways, covering his face with his sleeves.

Finally, Dumbledore raised his wand, and the flame exploded, shrunk toward the center, and then disappeared near Dumbledore's wand tip like a retracted noose.

The students looked at each other in blank dismay, how could it be possible to learn such a difficult large-scale spell all at once?
Peter was also a little surprised that Dumbledore took such a spell as a challenge, and Snape didn't seem to hear what Dumbledore was saying at all. He gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck burst out, and he seemed about to fall off the stage at any time.

Dumbledore waited patiently for a moment, but none of the students dared to raise their hands.

"As I said, some magic can be taught and some can't, and the same goes for everything else we encounter in life," he said. Talk about love and courage."

"A lot of my magic you will never learn, but you are living a happy life with your family, you are standing up to protect the people you love, and you are sitting here today, eager to join the Defense Against the Dark Arts club, which is itself Proof of your courage."

"Similarly, there are many magics of Voldemort that I dare not even think about. For example, he can create an army of corpses to fight for himself; he can leave his soul in the world and wait for the time of resurrection; he can also turn into Entity, attacking Professor Peddielo and Mr Black on the day of the Christmas ball, then retreating and escaping."

When Voldemort's name was mentioned, the atmosphere in the auditorium froze at once. Dumbledore paused for a moment to give the students time to digest this cruel truth.

Peter finally understood the purpose of Dumbledore's special trip to attend this public class. His focus was not to give lectures to the students, but to reveal the truth covered up by the Ministry of Magic at this time when the whole school was present. Before the first club activity Set a serious tone for it.

Dumbledore raised his voice and continued:
"Yet Voldemort didn't understand love, he didn't understand the power of virtue, he didn't understand why one person would stand up for another, he didn't understand why someone would give up money and power, he didn't understand why a group of teenagers would give up their time off and scramble to be the first join a Defense Against the Dark Arts club."

"Whether Voldemort himself or his servants are with us at this moment, I am sure they will be horrified to see us united in the name of courage."

Dumbledore reached out his hand to gesture in the direction of Peter and Snape, and scanned the Slytherin stands with his piercing blue eyes.

"He will see Gryffindor and Slytherin put aside their differences and stand together, just as Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were as close as ever. differentiated from each other."

"He'll see our foreign friends - friends from Durmstrang are among us, and I'm sure Beauxbatons will join soon."

Dumbledore bowed slightly to Professor Andonova, and Andonova stood up, turned around and bowed to the Hogwarts students, and there was a round of polite applause in the auditorium.

"Maybe our Ministry of Magic has its own thinking. Mr. Minister is worried that making the truth public will cause panic. I understand and respect the choice of the Ministry of Magic, but I am also very happy to see that Mr. Constantine from the Magic Education Committee is here at this moment. Among us-"

Dumbledore gestured in Constantine's direction. Under his aura, even Constantine couldn't act cynically. Constantine took his wand from his ear, stood up to pay tribute, and attracted There was sparse applause.

"Voldemort is powerful. He knows a spell much stronger than the Fire Curse. In the first war, he killed and tortured countless people. Now we are united to save more innocent souls, for Save more families from being killed."

"This is about love and courage. I can teach you the part. Now let's go back to magic-I know it is difficult for you to learn this spell. Which student has the courage to put everything on the stage?"

Dumbledore's voice was full of emotion, much more agitated than usual, and he looked around the stands when, suddenly, a student raised his right hand firmly.

"Thank you, Mr. Longbottom." Dumbledore said relievedly.

(End of this chapter)