Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 190 The Cold Truth

After a suffocating squeeze, Peter's feet hit the ground again.

Enduring the pain, he tried to free his bloodied left arm from Snape's teeth, but it didn't budge.Snape was no longer looking human, and Peter's blood trickled down his jaw, down his veined neck, and soaked his robes.

"Severus..." The sweaty Peter forced a wry smile, "It's not a full moon today, maybe the curse has affected your mind."

Snape didn't respond.

"Biting is barbaric. Generally speaking, wizards don't bite people..." Peter tried to communicate with the other party in a soothing tone, "Please, let me go, okay?"

Snape didn't have any intention of letting go of Peter, but bit even tighter, and Peter began to worry that his arm would be bitten off.

Peter and Snape looked at each other, their faces were very close, and Peter saw that Snape was still in pain: he was short of breath, the veins on his temples were bulging, his right eye was rolled up, but his pupils It's normal, not a werewolf pupil.

After a stalemate for more than ten seconds, Peter kicked Snape's right rib hard without warning. If it wasn't for the lack of force, he would have kicked the fist-sized bloody hole in the opponent's body.This venomous move was very effective, Snape's face turned blue, a large stream of blood gushed out of his ears and nose, and the power to control Peter's limbs also weakened.

Peter took the opportunity to turn around and tried to Apparate. As he expected, he felt he hit an invisible wall of air, where someone had obviously cast an anti-apparition spell in advance.So he gave up the idea of ​​escape, and writhed violently, longing to free his hand and get his wand.

Snape also slowed down, he fell on Peter, and twisted his opponent's arm behind him, shortening the distance to avoid being kicked again.

The two wrestled together and began a violent wrestling, rolling slowly across the overgrown ground as Peter recklessly punched Snape's face, neck and the gash running through his chest with his elbow , the pain Snape endured was obvious, his eyeballs protruded horribly, and his whole body was shaking violently, but he didn't let Peter go at all.

A minute or two later, Peter heard a high-pitched, grim voice above his head in the distance saying, "Make him more obedient!"

There was a whoosh of a wand, followed by a slightly cowering voice of a young male chanting: "All—all petrified!"

Peter was hit by the petrifying curse, and he lay stiff in the grass, except for his eyeballs, there was no moving part of his body.Snape finally let go of Peter, panting in agony, knelt down beside Peter, and took the two wands from Peter's pockets and the silver Ouroboros ring from his finger.

The young man put down the bundle he was carrying in his arms, lit his wand, and walked towards Peter.He passed Snape nonchalantly, without even looking at him, the way he would pass a pile of rocks or butchered pork.

Peter was picked up from the ground by this man and leaned against a statue. Only then did Peter see his face under the hood. He had a regular face, but his eyes were slightly dodged. Peter could easily recognize it. , this person is Quelnas Quirrell, who has been wanted by the Ministry of Magic for more than three years.

Then it was obvious who Quirrell was holding in his arms, and Peter wanted to laugh at himself, but the spell had stiffened the muscles in his face.

"Wormtail, how does it feel to be reunited?" said the infant Voldemort.

There was no response to Voldemort's words, and only Snape's panting could be heard.

There was no fear in Peter's heart, only peace. As early as more than ten years ago, he was mentally prepared to die.

He looked out at the dark outline of the chapel, with a tall yew tree growing to the left, and on a hill beyond, a fine old house in disrepair, which he recognized as old Tom Riddle's. old residence.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Voldemort said softly, "Wormtail is inconvenient to talk now... But it doesn't matter, let's look forward to that wonderful moment together, another distinguished guest is coming soon."

On the dark weeds, amid the bloodstains of the fight, a blue point of light appeared, humming and growing brighter... Finally, with a plop, Harry Potter was teleported He came with a smile on his face, holding the Triwizard Cup, a symbol of glory, in his arms.

Harry saw Snape kneeling on the ground panting for the first time, "Professor Snape?" The joy on his face disappeared, replaced by confusion, "What's the matter with you? This is another round of the Triwizard Tournament." Is it a link?"

"Cough..." Snape coughed and put his hand into his pocket. Harry trusted him so much that he didn't even raise his wand. A red light emanated from the tip of Snape's wand, and Harry's wand Flying high together with the Triwizard Cup in his arms, Snape cast a Flying Charm and took the wand away, and the Triwizard Cup fell into the bushes in the distance and disappeared.

Quirrell cast a spell on the empty-handed Harry, tied him firmly to a tombstone, gagged, and his Ouroboros ring was also removed, and he was horrified to see the man leaning on the statue. on Peter.

Peter and Harry watched Quirrell push a heavy stone cauldron to the side of the grave, and they could hear the splash.The cauldron is so large that a full grown man can sit in it.

"Hurry up," commanded Voldemort fretfully in the package. "I've waited too long."

Quirrell hurriedly tapped his wand on the bottom of the cauldron, his hands shaking violently, like Seamus who failed to light a fire in Potions class, and Harry desperately prayed that Quirrell's cauldron would explode quickly, while Peter was just peaceful Watching the flames jumping up under the cauldron, leaving everything to fate.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat so rapidly that the surface not only began to boil, but sparks shot out, as if on fire.The steam became thicker and thicker, and Quirrell's figure gradually became blurred.

"Quick!" cried Voldemort's sharp, grim voice.

"Yes—yes, master!" Quirrell was trembling all over, and was about to cry out of fright. He picked up the liquid in the cauldron with his wand, and with a puff, a string of sparks spurted out. He hurriedly covered himself with his sleeve. Hold your face and avoid the hot potion.

"You're wasting the precious stuff I need to resurrect..." hissed Voldemort, "let the Inferi do it!"

Quirrell scurried away from the cauldron, yanked Snape off the ground and dragged him to the cauldron of potion.Snape pointed to the flame under the cauldron with his wand, which reduced the flame a little. He stirred the liquid a few more times, and soon, the sparks no longer splashed randomly, but were evenly dotted on the water surface .

"All right, my lord," Snape said in a low voice.

"Don't talk to me, Inferi," said Voldemort's grim voice. "Now..."

Peter finally felt terrified now, but it was not because of Voldemort's resurrection. The prophecy of the centaur Firenze had already predicted that the Dark Lord would come back soon. What really shocked him was that the Snape in front of him was just a creature obeying orders. Voldemort's Inferi, in other words, Severus Snape did die in the Shrieking Shack.

(End of this chapter)