HP Magic Biography

Very good... Professor McGonagall nodded, I think you should go to teach your students now, you have already missed a class, I don't want Hogwarts students to learn more about Defense Against the Dark Arts It's like failing a Wizarding Rank Exam. And it's because their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can't teach them.

No... please wait a moment... Peter saw that Professor McGonagall was planning to leave here, and he couldn't help but panic.

M...Professor McGonagall... you mean, I... I'm going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I'm still... I'm still the lecturer who is in charge of teaching them the Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam?

Peter's mind seemed to be tied up, and he was slowly sorting it out, but the amount of information in Professor McGonagall's words was still too much.

You're really weird, Peter! Professor McGonagall said, Peter was also her student, and she couldn't help showing her face towards students.

You mean, you don't want to teach them? Severus is happy to take over your job, but I think you will be more competent. After all, you performed very well in the wizard level exam, comprehensively Look, you are much better than Severus...

Professor McGonagall paused. It felt that something was wrong. To a hero in the wizarding world and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, it was always insulting.

What I mean is... Professor McGonagall said quickly, You don't have any reason to shirk your responsibility. You have been teaching at Hogwarts for two years, and you have always taught Defense Against the Dark Arts...

Wait... Peter seemed to suddenly remember something, he interrupted loudly, You...you are me, I have been teaching here for two years? And also a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Isn't this position cursed? Well...by...

By the mysterious man... Professor McGonagall said dissatisfiedly, but the mysterious man lost his power more than ten years ago, he wanted to kill Harry, and then his spell was bounced back, The most important thing is that you used a special method to lift the curse on the position, which is not surprising. You told us about the curse on the position and borrowed it in front of me and Dumbledore...

I……?

Peter said aloud,

But just as he opened his mouth, the words that should have been in his mind disappeared inexplicably, as if something hindered his memory, but he still couldn't express that feeling.

He didn't think he had the strength to touch Voldemort's curse, what defense against the dark arts professors, and ordinary wizard level exams, he barely passed at the beginning, but in the mouth of Professor McGonagall, he seemed special The excellence is far beyond the excellence of ordinary people...

This looks good...Peter thought, he's so powerful and respected here, he can lift the Dark Lord's curse, he's a 1st Order of Merlin, he's the best at Hogwarts graduates of the Ministry of Magic, and now, he is going to teach his juniors to pass the Ministry of Magic's Ordinary Wizarding Rank Examination.

These seem unreal to Peter, but everything around him keeps telling him that everything that happened here is real.

This is Hogwarts, he was in the utility room, when he was in school, whenever he was insulted or wronged, he would worry about coming here, everything here feels so familiar, of course , and his former head, Professor Minerva McGonagall, seemed to have become Gryffindor's most outstanding student.

These are things that he didn't even dare to think about before, but now, these things seem to have become real.

Peter's body was a little fluttering, he didn't know that he was so outstanding, he didn't know that he was so powerful and admired by others, he just felt...

Suddenly, Peter slapped his face hard with his hands. It must be said that it hurts.

Professor McGonagall was taken aback. In her eyes, the most outstanding student she had ever taught seemed to have some brain problems. He slapped his own face hard in front of her.

Professor McGonagall could tell that the slapping sound of the slap on the face was not fake at all. Peter obviously didn't hold back his hand. He slapped himself twice frantically, and his pale face instantly became pale. Red and swollen.

Professor...Professor Peter Pedillo...No, don't do this...Professor Peter Pedillo, stop... Professor McGonagall said quickly, which frightened her, something was wrong from the beginning , but she still doesn't know what went wrong.

Peter slapped himself twice again, his face was hot, and when he opened his eyes, it was still Professor McGonagall standing in front of him, and the uneasiness in his heart was completely removed. It turned out that the past was just a dream of his.

My God... you finally stopped... Professor McGonagall patted her chest, which had frightened her just now.

Oh... sorry... Peter said quickly, the dream was so real that he couldn't change his identity all the time.

Peter let out a long breath, as if he had emptied all his worries. He looked calm now. If his face hadn't been swollen and fat, he would have looked like a successful person. look.

I'm just... Peter said, I just can keep myself from being confused and go to class with the fullest energy for my juniors.

There was a little smile on Peter's face, but for some reason, Professor McGonagall suddenly felt a little disgusted by the face in front of her.

She couldn't help being taken aback by her own thoughts, she nodded quickly, pretended to be very calm and left here quickly, she had to digest this terrible thought, but such a thought was like It was so deeply ingrained in her heart that she couldn't erase it no matter what.

Professor McGonagall walked quickly, and with the sound of the utility room door opening and closing, Peter was finally the only one here.

He first touched his own face, his face was a little red and swollen, which was caused by him beating it with his hands.

wait...hand...

Peter quickly lifted his hands up, and his two index fingers were intact where they should be, which made Peter the happiest.

His body moved suddenly, he walked quickly around the room, he needed a mirror, and he remembered this mirror...

He took two steps inside, and a full-length mirror appeared in front of his eyes. There were some ashes on the mirror, but this did not affect his use. Peter quickly wiped the dust off the mirror, but what happened next But something made him unable to believe his eyes.

He was wearing a maroon robe, just like those normal wizards, embroidered with magic patterns dotted with gold thread, very typical Gryffindor style.

And his original obese body has also disappeared, Peter touched his stomach unconsciously, the original round belly was replaced by abdominal muscles, and his face was not as rough as he remembered, the whole person They looked much more refreshed, and he couldn't imagine how his Animagus could be a mouse.

Peter thought, he kept fumbling for his magic robe, and finally, he found what he wanted in a pocket on the inside, a wand with a walnut body, which made Peter very familiar.

He waved the wand with his hand, and he quickly noticed the difference. The core of the wand seemed to be much stronger than his original one. The dragon's nerves or something, it was a kind of wand that was very suitable for releasing spells.

expe11iaarmus (expel your weapon)!

A blue halo of magic power fainted from the tip of Peter's wand, and the power of this disarming spell was far beyond Peter's imagination.

He heard a bang, and a cabinet in front of him exploded when touched, as if it had been hit by an intermediate spell and fell apart.

Peter felt that he was stronger than ever before. A simple first-level spell could allow him to use the power of an intermediate-level spell, which was something he had never even dared to think about.

Although in his opinion, this degree is not enough to lift Voldemort's curse, but there must be something that has not been opened, and he needs a lot of time to adapt himself quickly.

That's right, just adapt to yourself...

This sounds very strange, but this is exactly what Peter needs to do now. This kind of powerful self always feels unreal in Peter's heart, but no matter what method, Peter can't believe that this is fake, he even more Willing to believe that he was dreaming.

Just like what Professor McGonagall said, I hid here and slept for a class. Although the dream seemed a bit long, it was obvious that this was me.

That's right, this is me! Peter's eyes dodged a little, he looked at himself in the mirror, his back was habitually hunched, and he seemed to want to shrink back.

But now he is obviously unable to do so.

Peter stared at the mirror, he tried hard to straighten his chest, it was very easy, and it was just a physical movement, but once he straightened his chest, the whole person felt different.

There is no timidity, no humility, and what is added is a sense of self-confidence, as if nothing can stump him. According to Professor McGonagall, this is what he is now.

An outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, the glory of Gryffindor, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, and the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts...

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