Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 97

Chapter Title: Dumbledore's Rage
It took a long time to announce the rankings, so this public class only has the practice session for the students, and there is no actual combat session.

Before the class ended, Andonova invited him to sit with her in the evening. Although it was impossible for him to visit Durmstrang Castle in Northern Europe tonight, he would go to the Durmstrang Ship to work again. One time customer is still ok.

However, Constantine quickly destroyed his plan.

"Mr. Peddy, I've already found some clues about the old book you asked me to investigate." He said to Peter, "This matter must be discussed today, and we will go to your office to discuss it in detail at midnight."

"Oh," replied Peter grimly, "I just hope you don't smoke endlessly in my room."

"What? You look like you're not interested?" Constantine said, exhaling a big puff of smoke, "Or, your interest has shifted? Not bad, but I prefer the little girls in school."

Constantine looked towards a small group of older Slytherin girls not far away, but Snape had already walked over with a livid face, and he wobbled a little as he walked.

"Slytherins—" he growled in a low voice, "come to me!"

The students gathered obediently, Malfoy and his two friends were still walking at the back of the crowd, keeping as far away from Snape as possible, but Christine Evan walked in the front, almost standing Under the tip of Snape's nose.

Those Slytherin girls also stayed away from Constantine, but one of them waved to him. Constantine smiled, showing his upper and lower teeth. After they all walked away, Constantine turned to Peter. Nunzui proudly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter watched Andonova leave the auditorium, the white velvet cloak fluttering behind her, but it didn't matter. Deep down, Peter kept reminding himself that Gabriella Andonova was still is the most suspicious person in all of Hogwarts, and Constantine's intel is very useful for his work.

Snape led the Slytherin students into the foyer and disappeared up the stairs leading to the Slytherin common room. Students from other houses dispersed one after another. They talked to each other while walking to their respective common rooms .

After the crowd dispersed, Peter and Constantine came to the foyer together. They had just walked up a few steps when Dumbledore returned from the steps of the Slytherin common room with his arm around Snape's shoulders.

"As I said, Severus," Dumbledore said, pulling Snape like the scene of arresting a dark wizard, "don't hide from me, don't make excuses." He looked up and saw Peter, "Peter, Come to my office, too, okay?"

"Good evening, Mr. Principal, it seems that I have nothing to do here." Constantine said with a playful smile.

Dumbledore gestured to him politely, and Constantine quickened his pace knowingly, "Then I'll wait in your office first, Mr. Peddie?"

Peter remembered the dozen or so charms in his office to protect the locket and the soul skull, each of which was enough to turn a wizard of Constantine's level into a sticky lump of babo tuber.

"No—don't," Peter called him hastily, "you go to the staff lounge and sit for a while—don't go to my office alone, don't move around, I don't want to collect your body, understand ?”

Konstantin tucked his wand behind his ear and went upstairs humming a little tune, Peter wasn't sure if he had listened to him.

The three walked upstairs together, Dumbledore was holding Snape's left arm, and Snape had been struggling impatiently, Fawkes was flying in circles above their heads, when they came to the door of the principal's office, It fell majestically on Dumbledore's shoulder.

The stone beast in front of the principal's office jumped aside respectfully, and the three of them took the revolving stairs to the principal's office. The furnishings here remained unchanged, and the table was full of exquisite silver magic utensils. Wisps of green smoke, forming the image of a viper, reminded Peter of Andonova's disk.

Satisfied, Fawkes the phoenix flew to his shelf, retracting one golden paw into the gorgeous feathers of his belly, performing golden rooster independence, and Dumbledore pulled away a chair opposite his desk, almost pulling Snape away. Pressed on it, pointing his wand at his right shoulder.

Peter seemed to have seen a similar scene. He saw a similar scene when he first showed Dumbledore the Defense Against the Dark Arts club plan book. Snape remained silent, breathing hard, looking down at Dumbledore. The tip of Bullido's staff.

Dumbledore's eyebrows were drawn together, and a distinct vertical line appeared on his forehead. He pulled Snape's right arm and lifted the other's sleeve, revealing the same bruised arm under the sleeve.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Peter has hardly heard Dumbledore speak in such a stern voice, "Minerva told me about this, she said you insisted that you are the pharmacist, then you Can you explain what's going on here?"

Snape withdrew his arm and said slowly, "I... I think to deal with this dark magic—"

"So you're going to use yourself as an experiment to compete with Voldemort in your understanding of the dark arts?" Dumbledore interrupted him directly, with a utter annoyance in his tone, "Or do you think you are a more powerful black magic than Voldemort?" A wizard, alone can dissolve the curse he set?"

"No... I just..."

"You pretended that you were fine just to take a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. You knew that the tears of the phoenix would relieve you, but you experimented with black magic in the castle for a legitimate reason and didn't come to me on purpose. You have already met the craziest Your Dark Wizard is no different, and that's why I can't give you the Defense Against the Dark Arts job!"

Snape didn't speak, he flinched a little from Dumbledore's anger, Peter looked down at him, maybe all dark wizards are the same, and Andonova is also on the Durmstrang ship Random experiments with black magic of unknown origin.

But Peter had one more question.

"Severus, I remember that you didn't treat yourself the night you were bitten by a poisonous snake, but collapsed next to your medicine cabinet. To be honest, I think your behavior is very suspicious."

"You think I hurt myself on purpose?"

Peter raised an eyebrow.

"If possible, I would rather use you as an experimental material for the study of black magic, Peddy." Snape said coldly, "Who made me sober that I didn't let you die? Being a werewolf There's a lot of downside, and ask dear Remus Lupine for me if his stupidity has anything to do with it."

"It's probably teasing." Peter said with a smile.

"You know... just..." After a long speech, Snape was out of breath again, Dumbledore stretched out his wand-free hand, and the phoenix Fawkes landed on the back of his old hand.

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(End of this chapter)