Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 185 Letter from Lily
Peter's intelligence was very effective, and the Ministry of Magic killed six Death Eaters at the cost of one Auror's serious injury and a new scar on Mad-Eye's face—to be precise, seven in total including Leonie.

She brought out the "precious and useless" treasures of the Dark Lord, trying to exchange these things for the asylum of the Ministry of Magic. She had realized that there were Voldemort's spies inside the Ministry of Magic, but what she didn't know until she died was that the person who betrayed her It is Peter.

Peter didn't dare to recount how he killed her. He personally cut off her way to escape from the darkness. Being a double agent means that he must be stained with the blood of the enemy and his companions at the same time.

After the battle, Peter took away Leonie's body in the chaos. He didn't want her to be buried in Azkaban by the dementors, buried with other Death Eaters, nor did he want her to be turned into Voldemort's body. A member of the Infernal Legion.

He buried her in Hegax Cemetery so that she would not be disturbed, and he made a tombstone with magic, and engraved the epitaph under the crow's claw: "I will rise again."

She won't rise in that sordid way in the lake of corpses, her soul has already passed through the grave and embarked on a new journey.

Fifteen years later, Peter returned to her tomb, and when he saw the green dot on the map, he fully understood that Voldemort had specifically requested that his most precious Horcrux be included in the Lestrange vault.

He tapped the soil with his wand, dug up the gold and silver treasures buried with her, and destroyed the Hufflepuff gold cup that was made into a Horcrux by Voldemort with Fiendfire.

When this was done, he quickly filled up the soil, pulled his traveling cloak tight, and walked away quickly with his head bowed.

Back then, he was so focused on bringing down Voldemort that he didn't even notice the girl who had given her life for a word of his advice. Now, he dared not face her bones.

When Peter returned to the office, Andonova and the others had gone, which made him relieved.He fell asleep in a restless dream, dreaming that he was asking Leonie for forgiveness, but Leonie was only smiling vaguely.

Then, Leonie's face deformed, her nose bridge became taller, and her figure became more mature. In the absurd dream, Peter thought for a moment that she had grown up and was no longer a 19-year-old ignorant girl. But he soon realized that the woman who appeared in front of him was actually Andonova.

The scene changed rapidly, and he saw Voldemort's snake-like face approaching him aggressively; he saw himself raising his wand, and chanting the death curse to end an era behind Voldemort's back; he saw hundreds of black snakes attacking him Then, a deformed werewolf unexpectedly stood in front of him, and finally fell in a pool of blood...

He was so tired that it was already the next afternoon when he woke up from bed.

Before dinner, he went to the principal's office to inform Dumbledore of the results of the operation of the green spell network.

As he passed the corridor, he realized that the castle was full of joy. The students who had finished their exams were happily playing and slapsticking. They were looking forward to the Triwizard Cup finals and the upcoming summer vacation. The teachers also turned a blind eye. only eye.

Peter knocked on the door of the principal's office, "Come in." Dumbledore's voice was the same as always.

He twisted open the door and walked in.

The first thing Peter saw was Snape in his pajamas, sitting on a chair across from the headmaster's desk, with his left arm propped on the desk, Phoenix Fawkes standing on his shoulder with his head tilted, his eyes dripping with tears.

"Sorry, I didn't bother you, did I?" Peter asked politely.

There was a moment of silence, neither Dumbledore nor Snape spoke, Dumbledore clasped his hands in front of his twisted nose, several deep vertical lines appeared on his forehead, and his blue eyes were full of worry.

From Dumbledore's expression, Peter probably guessed that Snape's situation had irreversibly developed to the worst direction, and Dumbledore also knew from the expression on Peter's face at this moment that their efforts to find Voldemort In vain.

"There are two left," said Peter, "but he was not found."

Dumbledore nodded. He didn't show any surprise or disappointment about the result, but his old hands trembled almost imperceptibly.

There was another silence, except for Fox who kept blinking, the whole room was as still as a carved wood or stone.

A few seconds later, Peter took a few steps forward, and despite his mental preparations, his heart stopped half a beat when he saw Snape's wound, and a deep sense of guilt crept into him. His back made his hair stand on end, and his hands and feet were cold.

On Snape's back, the original penetrating wound bitten out by the two longest fangs expanded and merged under the effect of the curse, turning into a blood hole the size of a fist, and some flesh around the wound was also rotten. , You can see thick bones in the depths.

This is probably a model of Voldemort's "advanced cruelty". It is even worse than the potion of despair that Regulus drank. Voldemort prefers the death process that is worse than death, and finally forces the victim to end it by himself. If all goes well, He had planned to use the curse to avenge Peter's betrayal.

Fox was weeping very hard, big and big tears dripped on those horrifying wounds, Peter didn't see any obvious healing effect from Phoenix's tears this time, he stood stiffly in place, not knowing What to say, let alone what to do.

Tens of seconds later, Fox's tears dried up, he raised his head, and flew to the tall gilded stand with a splash.

For the first time since Peter entered the room, Snape moved. He leaned back in the chair, buttoned the collar of his pajamas, and slowly turned his head towards Peter. His nose was like Fawkes' beak.

"Peddie Road, do you think it's funny?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

Peter didn't know how to answer, he shook his head slightly, avoiding Snape's gaze.

"Things got this bad because of your stupidity." He tried to wriggle into one of his trademark sardonic grins, but his bloodshot, out-of-focus eyes and bulging veins on his temples completely ruined the intended effect.

"That's right, it's all because of my hopeless stupidity." Peter took a few steps forward, half-kneeling in front of Snape, grabbed his left hand, and looked up at his skull-like face, "I I owe you my life, if you want me to do anything for you..."

"Let me see..." Snape struggled to speak, but Peter could hear the sarcasm in his tone, "ah, there's a lot you can do, like...you could...make a special Destroy my epitaph...or...do it now...make me feel better..."

Dumbledore quickly stopped Snape from continuing this ominous thought, "Don't say that..." He said in a sad tone, "You only live once, no magic can bring the dead back to life, as long as you live, there is hope."

"Yes, maybe at breakfast tomorrow... the Dark Lord will throw open the doors of the Great Hall...announcing that he is going to commit suicide in public... there is hope indeed..."

Peter's hands were still holding Snape's hand, Snape didn't take it back, he was obviously running a high fever, Peter felt his hand was as hot as coals, Peter said earnestly again: "What can I do?" To make you feel better? Anything but that."

Snape looked at Peter, his black eyes trembling in their sockets, and after a moment he sighed, stood up, and pulled Peter up from the ground, the strength of his bony arms matching his current weakness. do not match.

"I don't have the strength to say any more... sarcasm..." he said, "Let me go back... I'm tired..."

Despite Snape's reluctance, Peter insisted on escorting him back to his office.

"Okay...Peddie Road, I can walk by myself..." Snape tried to shake Peter off again when they reached the hall.

"Let me do something," said Peter, "you got hurt because of me."

The two came to Snape's office. Compared with the last time Peter came here, there was no student homework on the desk, only a small stack of parchment that had been written and calculated, a large cauldron was put aside, and how much was there on the ground? There are still traces of Harry, Ron and Hermione coming to help make the potion.

Snape was sitting in his chair with his head thrown back, breathing hard. Peter stood beside him for a few minutes and found that he was doing nothing but breathing, and just breathing had exhausted his strength. .

"Harry, Ron, and Hermione were here yesterday, weren't they?" Peter asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah." Snape replied perfunctorily.

"It's good that they want to visit you. I heard from them that you instructed them to make potions?"

"Oh, not really... mentoring..." he said, "I was trying to invent a... cure for werewolf disease...and failed..."

Peter turned his attention to the parchment on the table. It turned out that it was some manuscripts about the potion to cure werewolf disease. Peter put away the manuscripts and said, "I can help you sort out this paper and publish it in a journal."

"Great..." There was sarcasm in his tone again, "You finally found something you can do...now...leave me...let me be quiet..."

Peter left Snape's office with those parchment manuscripts, and gently closed the door. His heart was extremely heavy. After a month and a half of futile toil, he was suddenly idle and his heart was empty.

It was almost time for dinner, and the students rushed to the auditorium one after another. The junior students were running around the castle with candies and tricky toys sold by the Weasley brothers in their pockets.Both Ms. Umbridge and Mr. Filch were pissed off, but the indifference of the teachers left them nowhere to vent their anger.

Ernie McMillan saw Peter, greeted him respectfully, got rid of his final exams, and Ernie looked much happier than usual.Peter spoke a few words to him absent-mindedly, and left in a hurry.

Peter couldn't get into the happy atmosphere at all, the guilt was still flowing in his veins, he did try his best, but another person was dying for him in extreme pain, how could he sit down and enjoy the food with peace of mind What about holidays?

He finished his dinner unwillingly, and hurried back to the office to sort out the manuscript of the Potions treatise, unwilling to meet anyone. His level of potions was very limited, and all he did was put those sharp, illegible The letters are re-transcribed.

The next morning was the same, he quickly finished his breakfast, noticed that Snape hadn't appeared, and when he got up, Professor McGonagall wanted to talk to him, so he found an excuse to slip away, he was afraid that Professor McGonagall would ask His question about Snape.

Then at noon the next day, Snape still didn't show up, and Peter began to imagine absurdly that he was dead—even if he wasn't dead now, judging by the current situation, the worst outcome would only happen within a few days Well, unfortunately, Voldemort was indeed unlikely to suddenly walk into the Great Hall and kill himself in public.

After dinner, Peter ran into Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the hall, which he tried to avoid, but Hermione greeted him eagerly.

"Professor Peddie, we are wondering if we should visit Professor Snape again..." Hermione said a little embarrassedly, and Harry nodded slightly beside her.

"That would be wonderful," said Ron, holding out his gauze-covered hands. "My hands are almost healed, and by Christmas next school year at the latest, they'll be as clean as peeled eggs."

Peter didn't smile, his face was darker than lead.

"He won't let you boil the potion anymore..." he said softly, but after he thought about it, a ridiculous idea came to his mind: it's better not to let the children see anything scary, he changed his words He said: "...Don't go, Harry, prepare well for the Triwizard Tournament, you will be playing in two days."

"Professor, I practiced very well. Ron and Hermione are helping me practice." Harry said stubbornly, "Speaking of the Triwizard Cup, Professor Snape also helped me a lot."

"Don't go, Harry," Peter repeated solemnly, "at least finish the race first, okay? I already have a way to save him, he'll be fine, and if Professor McGonagall asks you, do the same for me Tell her." He lied.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron said goodbye to Peter dubiously, seemingly relieved, especially Ron.

Back in his office, Peter frowned and stared at Snape's handwriting on the parchment. He held the quill tightly and didn't write a word for a long time. He unconsciously bit the tail of the quill with his teeth. , which used to be Wormtail's habitual action when he couldn't answer a question.

The door knocked, and Peter reluctantly said, "Come in."

To his surprise, it was Andonova standing outside the door. It was already very late, and she had changed into a pure white pajamas with only an off-white cloak wrapped around her pajamas.

"Gabriella?" Peter said in surprise, "it's so late..."

"You are distressed." Andonova said sharply, "You are distressed for a person who is dying in pain. I know your feelings too well. For me, that person is my mother. For you , that person saved you."

"How do you know..."

Gabriella closed the door, approached Peter, and took the quill from his hand, "If not, why do you work day and night? Put all these jobs down and go to be with him... …I see him as a queer, harsh man, but any man is alone and vulnerable in the face of death."

"It turns out that you came out in your pajamas just to talk to me about Severus, you may not know, our relationship is awkward, he would rather..."

"No, Peter, I'm here to ease your distress," she said, leaning close to Peter's cheek, "and Harry and Hermione are guests on the Durmstrang ship tonight, and they took what you said offhand He told me all the lies."

Ten minutes later, Peter knocked on Snape's office door.

There was no response, and he waited patiently for a moment, but there was still no sound in the room.

That absurd thought gained the upper hand again, he tapped the lock with his wand, and gently pushed the door open. The room was extremely dark, there was no fire in the fireplace, and only a smoldering oil lamp on the table cast some light.

In the half-light, Peter was stunned to see that Snape propped his forehead, weeping silently, tears running down the tip of his nose, and a letter was placed on the table in front of him.

　I choked out six words in seven days, and I almost didn't finish writing it all night. I could only write big chapters, otherwise the beginning and end of each chapter would get stuck.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)