Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 111 The New Slug Club

On Thursday morning, Peter had no classes. While enjoying delicious toast with jam, he watched other teachers and students hurriedly shuttling between the auditorium and the foyer, wrapping their robes tightly into the cold wind howling outside the castle. , He couldn't help feeling that a happy life really depends on comparison.

After breakfast, Peter patrolled the castle. The students either went to class or stayed in the common room. The corridor was very quiet, except for the rooster in the cage pecking rice with its sharp beak from time to time.

Peter walked up a staircase and felt a little strange, he opened the magic space.

"Harry..." he breathed a sigh of relief, "it's dangerous to wander the corridors now."

Harry took off his invisibility cloak: "Professor, I'm sorry, I have something to tell you."

So Harry told Peter about the strange things that happened when he was in confinement last night, and also showed his hand that was scratched by a knife. To his surprise, Peter laughed after hearing it.

"I can assure you that when he approached you with a wand in his hand and looked hideous, he was definitely not thinking about the golden egg. He was deliberately scaring you, and he was very happy to see that you were really scared by him."

"Why would he do that?"

"Maybe it's because he's still angry, and he doesn't feel comfortable offering you help," Peter said with a smile, "or maybe it's because you look so much like James... Anyway, who can figure it out What's his idea?"

"But he told me to take a bath. What kind of advice is that?"

"You might as well try it. The scream in the golden egg may only be converted into a recognizable language underwater." Peter suggested.

Happiness was short-lived. After lunch, Peter returned to the office to prepare for the afternoon class. The Defense Against the Dark Arts club had already started engraving knight shields, but the ordinary class was still learning simple small objects.

Kreacher suddenly appears, delivering a letter to Peter, and it turns out that Professor Slughorn invited Peter to a small party on Thursday night.

"Small party"...

Presumably Professor Slughorn must be afraid of being targeted by Voldemort or his servants. It is Slytherin's creed to be wise and safe.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, Peter taught Slytherin in the third grade. Christine Evan was in this class. The magical space he created was very small and fragile. Peter specially instructed him many times, but Evan's level has not improved much, it seems that Evan's talents are all concentrated in black magic.

In the evening, Peter arrived at the location mentioned in Professor Slughorn's letter, which was located on the third floor of the castle, very close to his office.

He came with Dumbledore's mission: to extract the number of Voldemort's Horcruxes from Slughorn.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw several familiar faces - Harry, Hermione, Evan, and Snape. Sure enough, as Dumbledore expected, Slughorn came back to school to enrich the students Favorite.

Seeing Peter, Slughorn stood up enthusiastically and asked Peter to sit down at the small round table filled with red wine, pineapple preserves, fruits and desserts. Harry and Hermione were a little surprised by Peter's arrival, while Christine Still looking unmoved and observing with cold eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's a very difficult time... I can only hold a small party first." Slughorn said, "Thank you Christine for providing us with these delicious foods."

"Professor, you are my dean, and you have taught me a lot of things. This is what I deserve." Evan stood up, bowed slightly respectfully, and the smile on Professor Slughorn's face grew stronger.

For the next hour, Professor Slughorn praised every student present, from Peter's thesis to Harry's potion talent, but when he talked about Snape, his face darkened down.

"Severus, you are one of the most gifted students I have ever met... You have your own ideas for each class, and you rarely follow the steps of the textbook. Until now, I still have the last one from your fifth grade. A class assignment..."

Professor Slughorn took out a small bottle of potion from his pocket. The cork had aged and blackened. There was a faded label on the bottle with Snape's initials marked in tiny letters.

"Reinforcement," said Snape curtly, "just a normal assignment."

"You used a completely different preparation method from the textbook, which made the color of the liquid medicine slightly lighter. I thought it was a flaw at the time, but I later realized that you improved the formula of the enhancer , making the medicine more mild."

Slughorn's eyes were more moist than usual, probably from drinking too much red wine.

"Honestly speaking, I didn't pay enough attention to you back then... You were in the same class as Lily. Although she was a Muggle-born child, she was lively, talkative, and talented in Potions... As a result, under her halo , I just ignored you like that."

"It doesn't matter." Snape said calmly, "You have always been a competent dean and an educator with a discerning eye."

Professor Slughorn nodded, and buried his face in his glass again, looking a little moved.

Next, the topic gradually turned to some of Professor Slughorn's outstanding students many years ago. He drank more than a dozen glasses of fine wine without knowing it, and Peter had quietly used his own spirits replaced it.

Snape had been tired for a long time, and after giving the old dean enough face, he slipped away quietly under the pretext of feeling unwell.

Harry and Hermione listened curiously at the various legends mentioned by Slughorn at first, and Harry was particularly interested in the Quidditch celebrities among them, but after an hour of the same drunken bragging, they both had some Tired, they finally went back under the pretext of needing to study the golden egg.

Now only Peter and Evan were left holding the beaming old dean and applauding the wonderful achievements of every student in his mouth. Peter conjured up a few bottles of whiskey and filled him up one after another.

"Professor, I plan to submit a paper on Transfiguration on "Transfiguration Today" to announce the latest research results on magic space engraving technology. Are you interested in becoming my co-author?"

Professor Slughorn held the drained wine glass and blinked, "This...Peter, my research field is mainly in potions..."

"What does that matter?" Peter waved his wand, and the wine bottle floated up, automatically pouring a full glass for Professor Slughorn, "You can give me many valuable guidance."

Slughorn laughed, and the walrus beard and the fat on his face were shaking together. Peter's meaning was already obvious. He wanted to give Slughorn the title of co-author of the "Transfiguration Today" paper for nothing.

"...Today... "Transfiguration Today"!" Slughorn stood up and raised his glass, toasting loudly. Peter and Evan also stood up and raised their glasses to drink with him, but they drank very little. It is a low alcohol red wine.

Seeing that Professor Slughorn was about to pass out, Christine Evan had no intention of leaving. Obviously, like Peter, he had something to say to Professor Slughorn alone.

So Peter took the initiative to leave the banquet, leaving space for Evan to talk alone, while he himself came to Professor Slughorn's office and waited.

(End of this chapter)