Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 151 The Invisible Father
Constantine continued: "A letter of admission to Hogwarts changed my life, and I fled the suffocating home with joy, leaving behind my cursed and seriously ill father cursing loudly , while enduring the pain and living alone."

He stopped, and fumbled for the lighter in the windbreaker with trembling hands, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Peter helped him light the cigarette in his mouth with his wand.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and seemed to have calmed down a bit. "Mr. Peddy, do you think I'm an irresponsible scum?"

Peter didn't answer, and Constantine took a sharp puff of cigarette, and then said: "I was assigned to Ravenclaw. At that time, I thought my life was about to change. I would become famous and I would no longer be what people said jokes, but in the end, I let myself down, and I'm a piece of shit wherever I go..."

He spread his hands in a self-deprecating manner, as if showing his downfall to the invisible audience.

"When I was in school, I only reluctantly left school during the summer vacation, and I spent most of the summer vacation hanging out with my Muggle friends outside. We studied the occult, formed a rock band, who wants to care about the skinned Where is the festering grumpy old man?"

"He has lived alone for many years. When I occasionally go home, I find that he has become very fragile. He no longer dares to hit me, and even drinks with caution behind my back. But I still can't forget that when he was young, he took That good hand grabbed my collar and slapped my face with my stump, I hate him, I hate my only relative, I don’t know what happened to me.”

"I didn't know he was dead until last week, and he had been dead for three months. A Muggle friend named Finn wrote to me and told me about it. He didn't know much about delivering letters to wizards. The doorway, the letter went to the Ministry of Magic first, and then to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is why it took so long."

"When I got the letter, I was like 'Oh, he's dead'. Well, I didn't feel anything about his death, but one night I saw him half asleep and he was burnt all over. The hands were cold and cold, and he scraped my face with his stump, and I saw charred bones sticking out of it, and the childhood nightmare came back to me."

"Since then, wherever I go, I feel like he's right behind me. Sometimes I try to talk to him, but no one answers. I cast all the manifestation spells I know on the air with my wand, all to no avail. .He just silently...accompanied me every step, including at this moment, he sucked the heat of life from me..."

Constantine's blue eyes were moist, and Peter saw horror and guilt in his eyes. He looked sideways at the rain outside the oak door. Except for the pattering rain, the hall was quiet, and a few Slytherin students Hurried past with books and homework.

"I thought you were watching the rain," said Peter.

Constantine shook his head, "I'm looking at him. Although I can't see his body, I know he's there. He sucks my soul all the time, making me feel the bone-chilling cold."

"Perhaps, his soul did not leave." Peter said, "Muggle souls are not magical enough to become materialized ghosts, but it doesn't necessarily turn into other things. The black cat you used back then may bound his soul."

Constantine trembled, and the cigarette fell to the floor, "He may have come to seek revenge on me, I dare not face him!"

"Stanley, you must at least set his soul free. Have you forgotten the victims of Jacob Johnson? Your father may suffer more than them now. If you will only escape, then you really It's a disgusting scum."

Constantine was still looking at the soul that Peter couldn't see in the air. From his face, he couldn't see the appearance of the bastard with a hippie smile. He was tortured so badly by his father's soul that his eyeballs were deeply moved. into the eye sockets.

Peter said in a soothing voice, "It's raining heavily outside, and we need two umbrellas." He waved his wand and forced the two umbrellas into Constantine's arms.

"Do you want to accompany me? You don't need to accompany me for such a thing..."

"You didn't use simple black magic on the black cat and your father. Do you have any other trusted friends? Let me think about it... Are you going to find your boss, Dolores Umbridge, Or, Shireen Caro, who broke up with you a long time ago? I still owe you a favor, but I still have some other things to do before that."

Constantine nodded numbly, Peter pushed him on the back, and he hugged the umbrella and followed Peter like a walking corpse.

Peter walked through the foyer and walked to the passage on the right. The door to the kitchen was hidden in the stone underground corridor, where the lights were bright and there was a painting depicting a bowl of fruit hanging on the wall.

When they were in school, James, Sirius and Peter often wore invisibility cloaks and went to the Hogwarts kitchen to steal food, so Peter was already familiar with the kitchen. He scratched a pear in the painting, and it became A green doorknob reveals the door to the Hogwarts kitchens.

Entering the kitchen, dozens of house elves are working in full swing. Seeing Peter and Constantine, the house elves scrambled to salute. Kreacher was operating the oven in the distance, and when he saw Peter, he squeezed He drove the other elves and bowed to Peter again and again with a smile on his face.

"Honorable master, do you need Kreacher's service?" Kreacher's bullfrog-like voice overwhelmed the other elves.

"I want to see Dobby, I have something to say to him."

At the sound of Dobby's name, most of the house-elves' enthusiasm died down. They saluted Peter politely for the last time, and then went back to work, leaving only Kreacher standing in front of Peter.

"My master, Dobby is no longer here," Kreacher said.

Peter frowned: "Not here? What does this mean?"

"Dobby has been preaching...freedom here..." Kreacher said with a shudder, as if the word "freedom" frightened and disgusted him, "Dobby has been longing for his master to give him a suit, Kreacher Don't know how there can be such a shameless house-elf in the world, it's a good thing he's gone."

"Did his master really set him free? Where is he now?"

"Old Kreacher doesn't know, Kreacher only knows that since yesterday, Dobby has stopped coming and clamoring for freedom."

"Did you see anyone in the kitchen yesterday?" Peter asked.

"Kreacher saw Draco Malfoy."

Peter took out a piece of parchment from his robes, conjured up a quill, scribbled something on the paper, and handed the note to Kreacher: "You send this to Draco and tell him Reply before it's too late."

(End of this chapter)