Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 142 Dobby Arrested
Snape seemed satisfied with Peter's reaction, which meant that the conversation between the two of them had managed to move away from Lily.

He went on to read: "Little is known about Leonie Lestrange, and her whereabouts are unknown. According to the Ministry of Magic, she was neither imprisoned in Azkaban nor was not killed by the Auror, then, I have to make a bold guess: it was Peter Pedillo who killed—”

"Enough." Peter raised a hand, signaling Snape not to read any more, "Put down this rotten book! Don't you have anything more valuable to read?"

"I confiscated this book from a stupid girl in Potions class, and during the week Dumbledore suspended me, I occasionally flipped through a few pages to amuse myself... I'm really curious how you went from being a coward Incompetent little mouse turned hero who slays the Dark Lord."

"That's just fate, Severus. Life is a journey. Destiny guides us to set out and eventually guides us to return. The peak is over, but it's just loneliness."

"I didn't expect you to be so pessimistic," Snape said. "Would you like to refill your tea? Your cup is cold."

"No need." Peter declined.

"That's right, even if I pour it down, you won't drink it."

Peter picked up the cold tea and took a sip, "I really like your appearance in the Triwizard Tournament, Bloody Barrow."

"People from the Ministry of Magic suggested that the deans should dress up as college ghosts... I don't know why the bloody Baron punished himself. Becoming a ghost is painful in itself, and Baro had to put shackles on his hands. As a result, I Had to foolishly wear the shackles on the right wrist."

"It is said that Barrow stabbed to death the woman he couldn't love..." Peter said.

"Then he is somewhat similar to Rita's portrayal of you." Snape whispered, "After I die, I only long for relief and peace."

Peter didn't know how to answer, and he took another sip of the tea, which was bitter, but still much better than the stale stems of Hagrid's Christmas tea.

"Is your wound... better?" Peter asked carefully.

"It's okay." Snape's attitude towards this topic was the same as before. "I remember, you seem to want to talk to me about the Defense Against the Dark Arts club."

"Yes, but..."

"I remember you saying that the students were slow to learn." Snape firmly refused to talk about his fatal, festering bite.

"Transfiguration is inherently difficult," Peter said, "even if it's 'encapsulated', it requires a relatively strong learning ability and takes a lot of time, but our time is running out, so I plan to use a method that can increase An ancient incantation of cognition."

Before Snape could reply, the door of the office was knocked open with a bang, and Kreacher stumbled in, holding another struggling elf in his arms.

"Mr. Peddyway! Kreacher got Dobby! Kreacher used magic to temporarily disable the apparition of the house-elf!"

"Let me go!" Kreacher hammered and beat the skinny elf in his arms.

Snape suddenly stood up from behind the desk, frowning and examining the situation in front of him. Before Peter could explain, he cast a full-body binding spell on Dobby. Just as he was about to speak, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor Voice.

"Sir!" Draco ran to the office door panting, holding the door frame with one hand, "...yes...sorry...my...my house-elf..."

"Everyone be quiet!" Peter ordered loudly, "Kreacher, tell me first, what happened just now?"

Kreacher bowed triumphantly, and put his right hand on his chest. He was wrapped in a white towel with the Hogwarts crest, but some places had been stained with dust.

"Kreacher followed the master's order and looked for Dobby the house-elf. After searching for a long time, Kreacher finally found Dobby in the Slytherin common room. Dobby was with Draco at the time, so Kreacher Cast a spell to temporarily stop Apparition, and brought Dobby to the master."

After speaking, Kreacher looked at Peter eagerly, Peter knelt down and patted him on the shoulder approvingly.

"Kreacher, you've done a great job! Get a good rest tonight, your eyes are terribly bloodshot."

"No! Kreacher doesn't want to rest, Kreacher just wants to continue serving the master!" Kreacher said in a bullfrog-like voice.

"Then go to Sirius and see what he can do for you." Peter said with a smile. Sirius would probably order Kreacher to help him drink butter beer and eat silver moon fish skewers. Leave it to him.

"Yes, master." The old house elf bowed more than 100 degrees, snapped his fingers, and left happily.

Peter straightened up, looked at Snape, then at Draco, Draco's face was ashen, and he said in a trembling voice: "Professor Snape...Professor Peddie...If there is nothing wrong, I will Take Dobby back..."

"Come in!" Snape beckoned to Draco impatiently, Draco had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked into the room. As soon as he entered the room, the door of the office closed behind him, scaring him There was a cold war.

Just like that, the three of Peter, Snape and Draco surrounded Dobby who was cast with a body-binding spell and fell on the floor unable to move. Gushing out.

Peter lifted Dobby off the cold ground and gently placed him on his chair, "Draco, you order him not to Apparate," Peter said.

"Dobby... don't apparate..." Draco repeated mechanically.

Peter nodded and released Snapes from the Body-Restraining Charm, and the poor house-elf collapsed on the chair, almost slipping off it, but Peter grabbed his arm.

"Severus, your attack is too vicious!" Peter stroked Dobby's slightly trembling chest and said to Snape very dissatisfied, but Snape just snorted contemptuously.

Dobby's big green eyes suddenly fixed on Snape, and he pointed a finger at Snape's face, "He's..."

"No!" Draco hurriedly stopped Dobby, yelling in a hurry.

Dobby struggled to get up from the chair and bumped his head against Snape's desk as a punishment for himself. Peter hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't punish yourself!" Peter ordered.

So the poor creature lay weeping, sneezing, and trembling on his chair.

"I think we've caught the person who attacked Potter today. I really didn't expect it to be a house-elf from the Malfoy family...such a poor plan..." Snape glanced at Draco fiercely, Laco was so frightened that both trembled.

Peter pulled out a stack of napkins, gently wiped the tears, snot and blood from Dobby's face, and said softly to the house elf, "Dobby, please tell me everything you know."

"I...I can't..." Dobby said desperately, while Draco shook his head desperately.

Snape picked up the transparent crystal bottle from the desk and held it in front of Peter, "Perhaps, Veritaserum came in handy." He said with a sneer.

(End of this chapter)