Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 98 The Other Side of Life

Dumbledore stretched out a hand, and Phoenix Fox landed on the back of his hand tacitly.

"Severus, please show your wound so Fawkes can help you." Dumbledore's anger seemed to subside, and his tone returned to his usual politeness, but his blue eyes still had a worried gleam.

Snape glared at Peter, as if it was all Peter's fault, and then undid a few buttons on his robes, exposing his right shoulder.

Peter doesn't know why he didn't go to the warm Durmstrang ship with Andonova (well, it's not warm), but stayed here to watch this, and even got a nasty stare, thinking It was all Stanley Constantine's fault for going here.

The situation before his eyes was horrifying, reminding him of the years of "serving" the Dark Lord, and now he was more willing to believe that the black snake trap in the corridor was set by Voldemort himself, because it was too Voldemort-style.

Snape's right shoulder was swollen like a piece of bread, which was in stark contrast to his overall thinness. The bruises spread all the way to his neck, arms and chest. The wound bitten by the snake's teeth two months ago not only did not heal, Instead, it expanded, and the wound pierced by the two longest fangs penetrated him.

Dumbledore stood aside, looking at the two blood holes that had expanded to the width of two fingers. He didn't speak for a while, he sighed, and exchanged a look with Peter.

"I know Voldemort, this is his style." Dumbledore said, "His evil has surpassed the scope of human beings. He is keen to torture others. To him, cruelty is not a means, but an end."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand holding Fawkes, Fawkes understood, he turned his head, blinked slightly, and big teardrops rolled down from his eyes, dripping on those horrible blood holes.

"Voldemort doesn't like to kill his enemies all at once, he prefers a slow, hopeless death..." Peter said, frowning, "He hates me, so maybe he came after me in the first place. "

He remembered the potion that Regulus once drank. In fact, Voldemort could have filled the stone basin with poison that would kill him quickly, but he wanted the intruders to suffer great pain, and finally became a guard in desperate thirst. One of the corpses of the locket.

But it was precisely because of this hobby that Voldemort did not poison Kreacher to death immediately, which led to the locket being taken out by Regulus. If you do many injustices, you will die yourself. Even if you are as strong as the Dark Lord, you have to pay for the cruelty. cost.

Fox raised his head, the phoenix tears had taken effect, the flesh and blood beside the wound turned pale, but the signs of healing were not obvious, Snape was still breathing hard.

"The tears of the phoenix are a very powerful detoxifying substance, even the venom of the basilisk can be dissolved, but it seems that the effect is not particularly obvious now." Dumbledore said seriously.

"It's not only venom, I think it also contains elements of black magic curses." Peter said.

"Ah, Professor Peddie Road, very novel insight." Snape said sarcastically, "a first-year kid also knows..." He fastened his robe again, "I hope... this treatment is over... I Going to go back to sleep."

"No, wait." Dumbledore stopped him, "Peter, can you tell me your opinion on the curse of the dark arts?"

Snape impatiently made a gesture of standing up, with the corners of his mouth pulled down, but Peter didn't care, he said: "This is probably not a kind of black magic that wizards are familiar with, but the so-called 'Muggle occult' .”

"Muggle magic is amazing." Snape said with a sneer.

But Dumbledore's eyes lit up, showing an interested expression, "I've also heard of magic that is spread among Muggles, just like other Muggle knowledge, it is seriously ignored and underestimated by arrogant wizards gone."

"I've been looking into these things recently," said Peter. "Mr. Stanley Constantine says he knows a lot about the Muggle occult."

Snape snorted at Constantine's name, but Dumbledore ignored him.

"Very well, Peter," Dumbledore said approvingly, "If you know anything about the situation, or need some help, please let me know as soon as possible."

"Yes." Peter bowed slightly.

"Well, I've finally finished listening to Professor Pedillo's...high lecture, I should be able to go now—" Snape said, but Dumbledore made another gesture and kept him.

"Severus," said Dumbledore earnestly, "I hope you'll stop risking your life for a ridiculous reason, you've been a bit too horny since you were a student."

"Dumbledore, what do you mean by that?" said Snape. "Are you still talking about 'life' in front of me? When I was sixteen, my life was over, and there was nothing left. Just good for... experimenting with some dark magic."

The two looked at each other, Dumbledore looking penetratingly into Snape's bloodshot eyes.

"If you are too obsessed with something, you can only see what you want to see. At this time, you might as well take a step back, and you will find the whole picture - life is never just one side." Dumbledore said persuasively .

"Life is nothing but pain for me." Snape said cynically, "What else is there but pain?" He held up his crippled left hand, "Why, don't you think I'm comfortable now? Two holes were cut in my body , could it be that I am unconscious?"

"We used to really think you were unconscious," gasped Peter. "When we were young, we were fools to think another living person was unconscious. Me, Sirius, and James, of course, Lupine is slightly wiser than us."

"Ah, yes, and you're still like that—stupid, arrogant," Snape said through gritted teeth, "Especially that James Potter..."

"James is really sorry," Peter said, "you haven't even met him, how could you know his attitude? I met him after Harry finished the first game, Lily mentioned you, she Glad you're alive, and James said—"

"I'm not interested in him!"

Snape stood up panting, he looked a little crazy, his eyes were trembling uncontrollably in their sockets, and the whites of his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.

Peter stepped forward quickly, supported him with one hand, and touched the aspen wand at his waist with the other. He was not afraid of Snape attacking him, because Snape's whole body seemed to be stuck in slow motion Frozen, his mouth half-opened, the blackened veins in his neck bulging eerily.

Peter's first reaction was that he stood too hastily, the wound was bleeding suddenly, and Dumbledore obviously shared the same concern, he also supported Snape, observing his reaction.

Fortunately, after a few seconds, he caught his breath, and he tried to push Peter away with amazing strength, but Peter managed to wrestle him.

"Severus," Dumbledore said in a weary voice, "you can't cover up a wound and pretend it doesn't exist, and I'm not just talking about physical wounds, you can tell other people and let other people share your worries, All people exchange for each other, and this feeling is what we call love."

"Here it goes again...great 'love'...light 'love'...I'm tired, I'm going back..."

"I would trade all the boring tomes I received for Christmas for one minute of love." Dumbledore pointed to his desk, where a dozen thick gold-plated books were piled randomly in one corner, " Why didn't someone send me some wool socks? I like purple."

Snape smirked a little, showing respect for Dumbledore's bad joke, then he pushed Peter away and headed out the door, the hem of his black robes fluttering behind him.

(End of this chapter)