Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 162 Patience
After listening to Peter's words, Sirius said enthusiastically: "So that's the case, don't continue to work hard on your own, we are all here to help you! Hagrid—"

"Hagrid?"

"Well," Sirius said helplessly, "it's really unrealistic for Hagrid to study this... That's right, he wants to invite you to a picnic in the Forbidden Forest, and you should come out of the office to relax occasionally, it's good for you Research is beneficial."

"Look, I don't have time for—"

"Hagrid has just obtained an extremely rare magical creature, and he is worried that he has no place to show off." Sirius said in a low voice, "Go and see, I guarantee you will be surprised."

"This kind of creature doesn't sound like a legitimate one." Peter said with a smile, "I think this can be used as the content of the next Defense Against the Dark Arts club. A Forbidden Forest expedition sounds pretty good, and it won't take up extra My time."

"That's right!" Sirius took a gulp of the fire whiskey, "Going out more will help improve efficiency, you were stupid when you were in school, you always spend super long hours studying, and you cry when you are about to take exams. "

Peter kept smiling, even though the stupid kid Sirius was talking about wasn't actually him.

Sirius boldly put down the wine bottle on the table and rolled up his sleeves.

"Come on, let's study together! Let you see the research efficiency of my Padfoot!"

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Four hours later, night had fallen, and the sleeping snake was awakened by a scream. It squinted its yellow eyes and raised its head impatiently from the bathtub.

It saw Sirius lying face down on the table, hammering the table with his fist.

"It's too hard!" cried Sirius.

"This kind of spell is like dominoes. If you cast it tens of thousands of times, if you build it wrong in one step, you will lose everything." Among the green lines in the room, Peter calmly analyzed the reasons for the failure of the two, "It requires extreme patience."

"I've always lacked the virtue of patience." Sirius rubbed his sore eyes with his hands. "This kind of work is terrible. It's more terrible than building crackling and exploding cards."

He went around the table and stretched out his fingers to scratch the scales on the top of the snake's head. Although the snake huffed its neck proudly, it was more tolerant of Sirius than anyone else except Peter, probably because Sirius With the blood of the Black family flowing.

"Peter, I have to go...I'm only going to cause trouble here, so let Snake accompany you." He said to Snake in a coaxing tone, "Is that so, Baby Snake? Okay?"

Although it couldn't understand what Sirius was saying, Snake could hear the childlike tone, and it turned its head mercilessly, avoiding Sirius' fingers.

"It's a little philosopher now, thinking about the life of snakes every day." Peter waved his wand, and the green threads flew up in a whirl, and gathered together on the desk, "The new result of its meditation yesterday is: it thinks Eat venison."

"No problem, I'll tell Hagrid." Sirius stood up and walked towards the door. "By the way, why don't you ask him to help? He may be more patient than you."

"he?"

"Yeah, I see he's still teaching, and his body should be able to handle the job."

"Oh, you said Severus," Peter said, frowning, "I always feel that he has some... self-destructive tendencies, he seems to think that it is painful to continue to live, if Dumbledore did not force him to accept the Phoenix With the treatment of tears, he would have died long ago."

Sirius' figure suddenly became stiff, and Peter remembered that Sirius once said: "It would be better if he died."

"Look, what did I do when I was young?" Sirius said hoarsely. "Can I ever get over this mistake in my life? I heard a little bit about Remus from Harry the other day." News, he refused to say where he was, and said that he was doing well."

"Think about it, Peter! Remus' identity as a werewolf has been fully disclosed, and he has even been registered by the Ministry of Magic. How can he live well now? He must still have no job and no place to live, but because he can't find Seeing him, I can't even send him some money!"

Peter knows why Remus refuses to reveal where he lives, he is a very self-respecting person, in fact, even without the Black family property inherited by Sirius, Remus can live very comfortably with the help of the Potter family alone life, but he flatly refused and chose to live alone.

"Don't blame yourself too much, Moonface is a very talented wizard." Peter comforted.

Watching the pale Sirius disappear through the door, Peter mentally replayed the Screaming Shack incident again.The victims of this incident were not only Snape, but also Remus.

Remus didn't do anything that night, he just hid in the screaming shack and transformed as usual, only to seriously injure his classmate without reason...

According to Peter's understanding of werewolves, werewolves will remember what happened when they were transformed after they regained their sanity. Peter couldn't imagine how Remus would feel when he recalled the bloody scene of biting his classmates.

Wednesday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is for fourth graders.

In this lesson, Peter had the students practice engraving shields.

Students who participated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Club felt that the content of this course was too simple. Hermione could almost summon an exquisite shield with a wave of her hand. Harry and Ron took advantage of the chaos to control the knight in the last row of the classroom, An exciting simulated duel.

Those students who failed to join the club could only blush as if they were constipated, and looked enviously at those students who were able to do their job with ease.

Crabbe and Goyle tried their best to create a magical space smaller than a fist, and Peter's repeated corrections didn't work.

And in the midst of them, Draco easily conjured an ornate gilded shield bearing the arms of House Malfoy engraved on it.

"Seamo, you did a good job, but the magic power in your magic space is not uniform enough," Peter corrected gently, "Some places are too thin, and some places are too thick, which can easily lead to—"

With a bang, Seamus's magical space exploded, knocking over the inkwell on his desk, and Neville next to him hurriedly held up a long, crumpled piece of parchment to keep it from getting ink. "

Peter reminded, "Neville, this is a practical lesson, what are you writing on the parchment?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Peddie, I'm writing the Potions paper. Professor Snape brought the later Potions class to the front, so he left two Potions papers this week, and..." Neville paused Down, his face turned red.

Pansy Parkinson said contemptuously: "And Longbottom failed the potion papers twice in a row, and Professor Snape ordered him to rewrite them, so he has to write four papers this week!"

"Thank you, Miss Parkinson." Peter said with a smile. "Neville, I know four papers are difficult to complete, but you don't want to write a Potions paper in Defense Against the Dark Arts, okay?"

(End of this chapter)