Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 177 Exam Week

"That's all." Snape disappeared from the stains left by the cage and the rats, and the students looked at him with some confusion.

"In this pleasant farewell, I would like to thank Professor Peddie Road for allowing me to give this last lesson alone, fulfilling my long-cherished wish. Professor Dumbledore may not appreciate the content of this lesson, but I believe that I will let you see It's good for you to see something ugly. That's it for the school year, bye."

The students exchanged glances with each other, they thought that there would be at least one assessment or other more ceremonial link in the last assembly.

"Let's go," he repeated wearily, "are you all ready for your exams? By the way, Neville Longbottom, you stay."

The students went out from the door one after another, talking about the cruel magic they saw just now, Harry, Ron and Hermione turned their heads for a few more glances and walked away. Neville asked Peter for help with his eyes, but Peter just smiled encouragingly.

"Come here, come here." Snape gestured impatiently, and Neville tried to puff his chest and walked over.

"Did something like that happen to your parents?"

Neville nodded almost imperceptibly.

Snape narrowed his eyes, "I can't tell, you're the son of an Auror."

Neville's face was flushed, his chest heaved violently, "I—"

"You haven't practiced enough. Someone like Bellatrix could easily kill you." Snape said mercilessly.

"Sir, she is locked up in Azkaban..."

"She won't be in Azkaban forever. You joined the club because of Dumbledore's special bonus points, but I won't be extra tolerant to you because of this. You have made a little progress, but it is not enough, The same goes for your potions treatise."

Neville's face turned from red to white, "Professor, did I fail my thesis? You've made me rewrite it eight times."

Snape flattened his mouth, "Your thesis is completely full of opinions, without your own thinking, the only well-written part, and I can see the shadow of Granger...Forget it, I will teach you a spell, You go back to practice, you don't need to rewrite the thesis, I'll leave this mess to your next Potions teacher..."

"Severus, don't scare the kid Neville," Peter advised, "And what is 'the next Potions teacher'?"

"That said, I'm so pissed off by these dumb students," Snape said sarcastically, "how on earth am I going to drip knowledge through your thick skulls?" From one potion to another Isn't the theorem simple enough that the transformation of medicine is irreversible?"

Neville hurriedly took out the half-used notebook from his school bag, and started to take notes seriously. Any teacher would feel relieved when he saw such a pious student.

"All right, all right," Snape waved his hand, "You memorize a spell—'God has no shadow'."

"God - what?" Neville didn't catch the last four syllables of the incantation at all.

"Shen Feng Wu Ying." He endured his irritability and repeated, "Write down this spell and go back to practice. I demonstrated it just now. It has no sound and no trajectory. If you meet an opponent far more skilled than you, This approach, akin to a sneak attack, is most likely to work."

Neville hastily thanked him repeatedly, his round face was dripping with sweat, he was tortured enough by the potion papers for the whole May, and was imprisoned by Snape once to clean the internal organs of the horned toad, he never expected that Snape would suddenly teach him He has a spell.

"Okay, Longbottom, go back to practice," Snape said, "but don't point your wand at people, let alone tell people that I taught you such things, understand? What happened to that mouse just now You should I see, it doesn't matter if you are imprisoned in Azkaban, don't implicate me."

Neville agreed without hesitation, turned around and fled out of the classroom as quickly as possible. There were only two teachers left in the room, Peter and Snape. Snape sat on the sofa with his head down and never stood up.

"How does it feel to give a 'Dark Arts Lesson' by yourself?" Peter said with a smile. "Except for the opening remarks, I hardly said a word."

"I accept your kindness, Peddy. Now it's time to fulfill my dying wish."

There was an awkward silence, Peter stood aside with his arms folded, Snape still lowered his head weakly, after a long while, Peter said again: "You actually taught Neville the magic you invented and advised him to find Bella?" Trix revenge, I've never found you so hearty before."

Snape snorted and replied in a low voice, "I just want to do the right thing at the end..."

"You look terrible, go to rest early." Peter said sincerely.

Snape didn't answer, just stretched his swollen right hand, Peter came to help him, but he pushed him away.

"Peddie Road... I remember that you liked to watch Potter and Black bullying others. When did you become so enthusiastic about me?"

"You were seriously injured trying to save me, and it would be a shame on me if I refused to do even that."

"Do you want me to forgive you?"

"Of course." Peter blurted out.

"Oh," Snape sneered, "then you will be disappointed. It's impossible to forgive anyone when I die, and you won't forgive me when the time comes."

Peter frowned, and said sadly: "Severus, we have no position to forgive you, and we won't just watch you die like this. There are still ways and opportunities..."

……

As soon as June arrives, time flies by.

Years [-] and [-] students have just the last two weeks to prepare for OWLs and NEWTs, and students in other years will also be taking final exams at the same time.

In this school year, there are too many funny things and scary facts, which has caused the overall level of the students to seriously decline, and a thriving black market has been born in the castle, selling "Buffy Brain Booster" and "Brain Boosting Powder" to candidates —actually, these things are just slug slime and dried-out foxy shit.

Teachers of various subjects no longer assign homework, and students devote all their time to reviewing.Madam Pomfrey's place was overcrowded, and candidates suffered from insomnia, anxiety and "test sickness".

Umbridge found a new sense of existence for herself. She issued 58 prohibitions in the examination room, ranging from the prohibition of carrying memory balls, automatic error correction pens and hidden cheat sheets, to the prohibition of sitting in an improper position when answering questions. Disheveled, disheveled, and angrily hammered on the head when he couldn't answer a question.

Peter had stopped teaching anything non-exam-related in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and in between his hard work building the find-Voldemort spell circuit, he had produced auto-question spells for Years [-]-[-].The set spells were placed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and a large group of students ran to answer the questions every day.

Probably the most hated teacher in the whole school is Professor Binns, who didn't notice the arrival of exam week at all, and was still chattering away as usual.The students had no choice but to find a way to review by themselves while holding the thick "History of Magic", while resisting the hypnotic voice of Professor Binns.

Snape is "relatively" amiable, he's past the stage where he's more grumpy because of the pain, he's too weak to be angry, and the students are doing so much better in Potions .

Two weeks of sprint review flashed by, and one morning, Dumbledore appeared in the auditorium side by side with the chief examiner, Ms. Greselda Marcheban, which meant that the exam week was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)