Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 171 The Song of Freedom
Three hours later, the enthusiastic and wild performance of the weird sisters officially ended. The band members danced wildly and rushed to the stands to interact with the audience. Wait for everything that can be used to sign.

Constantine walked straight to Peter in the first row and hugged Peter warmly. The attention of nearby fans was immediately attracted. lucky one.

"Mr. Peddy!" Konstantin let go of Peter and said eagerly, "It's a great honor for you and Professor Andonova to take the time to watch our performance!" Bowing, the two kept a considerable distance, and Andonova nodded politely.

"Peddie Road?"

"Which Peddie Road?"

"Peter Peddie?"

The fans around talked a lot. When they found Peter, at least half of the hands they extended to Constantine turned to Peter, and Peter had no choice but to turn around and decline.

"Great show," Peter said with a laugh. "You're officially in the Weird Sisters now?"

There was a hint of slyness in Constantine's eyes, "The Weird Sisters owe me a little favor, in Newcastle...forget it, anyway, I did them a big favor, and then the performance at the Christmas ball was a success, so it's also considered a favor now." Everyone is happy."

"They have an extra excellent lead singer, and you have changed to a satisfactory job."

"That's right," said Constantine cheerfully, "I'm not half a coppernut with the damned Ministry of Magic now, and I don't have to be tortured by that pink old hag anymore."

Peter laughed, and the anxious hands of the fans shook like dead leaves in the wind, as if Peter and Constantine were two frogs with dynamic vision who could only see the fast-moving bait.

Konstantin stepped back and raised his hands in a pompous gesture, which caused a wider commotion.

"Everyone, I'll sing another song, dedicated to my friends," he looked at Peter gratefully, pretending to be deep and said, "Song of Freedom——"

"Oh, I've become a pirate," he whispered.The nearby audience suddenly fell silent. Everyone put down their hands asking for autographs and listened attentively.

"Oh, I've become a pirate,"

"I found my freedom in the vast sea;"

The other Weird Sisters members picked up their guitars and accompanied him with simple chords.

"Our warships are bathed in golden sunlight,"

"Fill up the rum and we'll drink and sing;"

"Raise the Skull Banner and fight to the death,"

"Running freely with the sound of iron drums."

The Weird Sisters improvised a melodious interlude, substituting guitars for the lute, as the bearded drummer rumbled and the audience clapped in unison.

All the group members sang in a rough and hoarse voice:

"Raise the Skull Banner and fight to the death,"

"Running freely with the sound of iron drums."

……

The singing became more and more passionate, and the audience also joined in the chorus, and the whole concert site became a boat song chorus.

……

"The sails flutter, the horns howl,"

"The battle-axe is red with the blood of the enemy;"

"Son of the sea, sleep forever in the sea,"

"May our souls be free forever."

After the song was sung, there was enthusiastic applause and shouts from the stands, and many people were still repeating the chorus spontaneously.

Under the cover of the noise, Peter said to Constantine: "Thank you, great song."

"No, Mr. Peddylo, I want to thank you," Constantine said sincerely, "you have freed my father's soul and liberated me from bondage. Now I finally have the freedom to live. Courage, as my father said."

"I'm happy for you." Peter said, maybe a white lie is more palatable than the cruel truth.

"I mobilized some friends here, friends in the occult circle," Constantine said in a low voice, "Egyptian pyramids are the hottest topic in occultism. A triggering spell, like that thing that's haunting you right now."

Peter nodded in agreement, "Thank you, very valuable information. The mechanism in the pyramid may be a magical device similar to the green spell, and it is also old enough in age to be traced back to the widespread use of spells by wizards." Era."

"It sounds like a headache." Constantine returned to his old cynical look, "Good luck, Mr. Peddie, we may not have so many opportunities to meet in the future, if you want to Feel free to curse and kill your enemies—of course, except for the mysterious person, you can find me anyway, and I will always owe you favors."

Hearing Constantine's words, Peter couldn't help being moved. He took off his Ouroboros ring from his finger and stuffed it into Constantine's hand: "Wear it, you can find me at any time, and I will help you Day and night—but I hope you don't mess with another Jacob Johnson."

Konstantin smiled, put the ring in his pocket, took out a pack of "Ska" brand cigarettes, and lit it in his mouth.

Peter didn't want to curse anyone other than Voldemort, on the contrary he longed to save someone who was about to die for him.

……

An hour later, Peter and Andonova were riding side by side in the desert, and the pyramids stood in the distance. Compared with it, human beings are so small.

At the foot of the pyramid, among the weathered rocks, there are colorful tents, and the messy archaeological equipment is scattered around. The Muggle archaeologists built simple stoves with stones, and boiled water with tin kettles to brew tea with sugar.

A tall, dark-skinned young man holds a remote control and adjusts a small device with tracks and cameras that moves across the sand.

"What's that?" Andonova asked in Peter's ear.

"The robot is the Muggle version of the magic puppet." Peter explained, "I plan to sneak into this Muggle archaeological team. You'd better pretend to be a Muggle."

"Do I look like a Muggle?" Andonova said with a smile.

Peter turned to look at her. Her skin was so fair it seemed to be translucent, and her brown eyes gleamed in the strong sunlight.

She smiled slightly, "Why, can't you tell? It should be because I'm pretending too much."

The two approached the archaeological camp on camels, and a man wearing glasses stopped them. He said in English: "Sir, Ma'am, I'm sorry, the archaeological team is completing the archaeological task, this ancient pyramid is temporarily closed to tourists, please Go to the sights over there."

Peter unhurriedly got off the camel, took out a letter of introduction from his pocket, and handed it to the other party politely.

"We are professors at the University of Manchester, specializing in Anthropology and Archaeology."

The other party glanced at the letter of introduction with the emblem of the University of Manchester and the principal's signature, and looked at Peter and Andonova calmly, as if to measure whether the two looked like real professors.

Soon, he put on a warm smile.

"Professor Peddy, Professor Andonova, this way please," he said.

(End of this chapter)