Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 153 Dumbledore's Letter
It was a rainy Saturday, and the next day was Easter.

For more than a month, nothing worthy of special attention has occurred in the castle, and the haze left by several attacks last year has long since dissipated.

A few owls flew around the chimney of Hagrid's hut and headed for the castle, one of them was all white with a heavy bundle on his feet.Hagrid was shoveling dirt beside the hut, clearing up a new pumpkin patch.Madame Maxime's flying horse stood in the manger, drinking single malt whiskey with satisfaction.

Since April, Dumbledore seldom showed up in the castle. Even if he appeared occasionally, he was often accompanied by important members of the Ministry of Magic. His throne-like seat was always empty.

After lunch, Ernie MacMillan and Justin Finchrey played a mock knight duel in the auditorium.The two each conjured up a horse-riding armored knight as tall as half a man, and controlled them to fight each other.

Many students gathered in the auditorium to watch the battle between the two knights, looking enviously at the two lucky ones who had the opportunity to join the club.Fred and George took the opportunity to set up a bet, with most of the onlookers betting on Ernie MacMillan because his knight was bigger and bigger than Justin Fenriely's.

The first competition was a lance duel. The two knights held their lances under their right armpits and held up their shields in their left hands to defend. They rode past each other's right hand, only to hear a bang, and the lances of the two knights exploded at the same time. A spider web-shaped crack was left on the shields of both sides.

"A tie!" Fred announced loudly.The onlookers cheered and booed.

The next event was a sword fight, with both knights drawing their spare one-handed weapons from their belts, Ernie's knight drawing a scimitar and swishing it through the air, and Finlay's knight drawing a half-handed sword , standing gracefully by his side.

"Scimitar and half-handed sword—a contest of speed and length!" Fred shouted, "Which one will win? Let us wait and see, now, the battle begins!"

The two knights controlled the stone horses under their crotches (they would snort), and slowly moved around the opponent, looking for the opponent's flaws. , Ernie's knight hastily raised his shield sideways, and hit a string of sparks on the shield with half of his sword.

"Finley made good use of the length advantage of the half-handed sword, but it's a pity that Ernie reacted very quickly," Fred explained enthusiastically, "Ah, Ernie started to fight back! One, two, three! Unfortunately, Although the scimitar has the advantage of speed, it is not powerful enough to split shields..."

The two knights rattled each other and ran around the auditorium on horseback. The students cheered, stomped their feet, and gasped in fright. Everyone was cheering for the knight they bet on. Encouragement.

"Chop! Chop! Chop!" shouted a Gryffindor who was betting on Ernie.

"Oh! It's dangerous, let's get some distance away!" A Hufflepuff student who bet on Finlaye's victory commanded, "A run-up! Take advantage of your strength and length!"

"No, Fenryry's shield can't hold up!" exclaimed a Ravenclaw student.

Just when everyone was shouting and dancing, and having fun, a familiar voice that was disappointing said: "What are you doing, do you want to tear down the auditorium?"

The students turned their heads tremblingly, and indeed Severus Snape was standing angrily in the hallway leading to the auditorium.

At this time, Ernie's knight was swinging his scimitar round, and greeted Fenlieli's knight on the horse's head. Ernie suddenly stopped his movements, causing him to be dodged.

Snape glanced at the students in the auditorium, "Ernie MacMillan, Justin Finch, I didn't expect you two to join the Defense Against the Dark Arts club just to show off in the auditorium. The stupid knights you conjured up You trampled on the thousand-year-old castle at Hogwarts, do you know what a loss it is?"

Fenrey glanced at the ground of the auditorium. The knight's horseshoes did not leave any marks on it. Every brick and tile of Hogwarts Castle was built with magic, and it was impossible to be easily trampled.He opened his mouth to defend himself, but Ernie stopped him.

"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw each deducted twenty points, that's all, go back to the common room before I put you in confinement." Snape said coldly.

The students dispersed in dejection, especially Fred and George, who had expected to make a small fortune.

"Snape's temper is growing..." whispered George.

"Yeah, it's clearly the Easter holiday!" Justin Fenriely said unhappily.

Ernie nudged his lips: "It's lucky that we didn't go into confinement. He did the same in Potions class recently. Last time I was 20 seconds late when adding sage, he was furious at me."

"Stupid old bat," Fred said disdainfully, "spring is here, and it's the breeding season of the year again... You know, everything is more irritable than before."

At six o'clock that night, in the classroom where the club meeting usually took place, Ernie, Finlayry and George had to encounter Snape, who was in a bad mood again.

"Peddie Road, I think that when you teach these students to engrave objects, you should also take into account the school rules and disciplines. Since the last assembly you taught them how to precisely control their knight statues, there has not been a day in the castle that is quiet."

Snape's dark eyes flicked maliciously among the Gryffindor students, and when his gaze passed Harry, he lingered on Harry for an extra few seconds.

"I see, Severus, very useful advice." Peter perfunctory, he noticed that Snape's neck was swollen again, he must be enduring torture again, no wonder his temper has become worse and worse recently, giving The students can vent their anger by deducting points.

Peter said to the students sitting in a circle: "Today we will continue to practice dueling skills..."

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A few hours later, students file out of the classroom excited and exhausted, their heads full of techniques for using smashing, hindering and cutting spells.

Except for McLaggen's wand accidentally going off, cutting the sofa in half, and being criticized by Snape, the assembly went very smoothly, and the students improved a lot in terms of movement and footwork.

Snape left with a cold face. Peter cleaned up the classroom as usual, canceled the blue spell on the ceiling, and closed the magic space. When he was about to turn off the lights and leave, Kreacher found him.

"My lord, this is a letter from Professor Dumbledore."

Peter took the letter and opened the wax seal, and Dumbledore's slender, slender, curvy pen appeared in front of his eyes.

"Come to my office at 10:30 tonight, I have something very important to discuss with you."

(End of this chapter)