Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 199 Convocation
Fifteen minutes later, the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle was still in chaos, with news of the fall of the Ministry of Magic and desperation spreading.

Several Ravenclaw students had already packed their bags and were about to escape from the school at the request of their parents. Professor Flitwick had no choice but to tirelessly persuade them to stay and accept the protection of Dumbledore and the ancient magic in Hogwarts Castle.

Peter donned the Ouroboros ring and convened the Defense Against the Dark Arts club.Soon, he was relieved to see that many students broke through the crowd and gathered around him.

Hermione and Ron were among the first students to run over, "Professor Peddie! How is Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"He's fine, he's being treated in the school hospital now."

Both Hermione and Ron let out a long sigh of relief, and a trace of blood appeared on Ron's pale face again.

A few minutes later, Peter looked at the students standing beside him: Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Luna, Cedric, Cho Chang, Ernie, Justin, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, Susan, Angelina...

Neville also came, standing at the front of the crowd with his head held high, his wand shaking slightly.

Peter noticed that a small half of his classmates did not come, such as Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Christine Evan... None of the four people in Slytherin College responded Called on.

Zacharias Smith from Hufflepuff wasn't there, a few Ravenclaw boys weren't here, and neither was Percy, who was probably still working for the Ministry.

For these students who did not come, Peter expressed his understanding. This is not going to the Forbidden Forest to eat barbecue or listen to a harmless theoretical lecture. This is a real war. What they have to face is hundreds or even thousands of Inferi who can use magic.

Besides, Slytherin students are often descendants of Death Eaters, and Peter would be very grateful if they didn't help Voldemort.

Almost all the Slytherin students in the auditorium were taken into the basement by Professor McGonagall. Professor Flitwick had already begun to accommodate Ravenclaw students, and Peter no longer waited for more people to join.

"As you should already know, the Ministry of Magic has fallen, but on the positive side, most of the Ministry's power has been preserved. We are concentrating the population of wizarding areas such as Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade into schools. Protection, Hogwarts will undoubtedly become Voldemort's next target."

The students shuddered at the sound of Voldemort's name, but they still had no intention of running back.

"Professor," Lavender's voice was already trembling, "they said that the god...the mysterious man brought the inferno...the infernal corpse...all the Death Eaters locked up in Azkaban have escaped... …is this real?"

"Yes." With Peter's calm voice, the fear in the students' eyes deepened.

Susan said with a pale face: "Dolohov, the Death Eater, I know him, he hurt Mr. Moody's leg, and there is a female Death Eater named Bellatrix...she is extremely cruel , my aunt said, she has no expression even in court..."

"What are you afraid of?" A voice suddenly shouted, and everyone looked at the source of the voice. It was Neville who spoke, "We'll kill them all tonight!"

"Well said!" Peter said loudly, "Now, I need you to patrol the basement, where all the students and civilians will be gathered, and if—if the guards on the outskirts of the castle let Voldemort's men into the basement, you will Kill them all!"

"No!" Neville raised his right hand holding the wand, "I want to go to the outskirts of the castle, I want to guard the grounds, I want to guard the windows!"

"No, you're too young, there are Aurors and teachers around—"

"Who's going with me?" Neville raised his arms, and a dozen students raised their hands excitedly, including Hermione who raised both hands, as if Peter had just asked a question in class.

"Okay," Peter reluctantly agreed, but he was very proud in his heart, "but you can only guard the windows. I will lead you to see which windows still need guards."

"Professor Peddie Road!" Harry walked towards Peter, his trouser leg was cut off, and the scratched area was bandaged, and Christine Evan was walking beside him, with the distance between them some distance.

"Harry, Christine," Peter beckoned them over, "you have come at a good time, now we are going to divide into two groups, some will guard the basement, and some will guard the window."

"Of course I'm going to guard the window!" said Harry, standing next to Ron and Hermione.

Christine Evan weighed it expressionlessly for a moment, then said flatly: "Professor, let me go to the window too."

Peter took the students who volunteered to guard the windows to climb up a tower, which was inlaid with tall and long windows, which was much safer than the large unprotected windows of the main body of the castle.

Three or five male and female employees of the Ministry of Magic ran up and down the tower, delivering refreshing potions and necessary food and water to the wizards guarding every window. Mr. Hope, the security officer, was guarding a small window on the third floor, breathing heavily nervously. He was so angry that when Peter and the students passed by him, he almost jumped out of the window in fright.

Peter led the students all the way to the seventh floor, and just after turning a corner, he saw Sirius who was also a security officer.

"Harry!" Sirius pounced on Harry like a big dog, and hugged Harry's shoulders tightly, "What happened to you then? We all saw that you disappeared after you won the Triwizard Cup... "

"The Triwizard Cup is a portkey... Yes—someone tampered with the Triwizard Cup..."

"and then?"

"Then... Voldemort was resurrected, he summoned dozens of Death Eaters, and hundreds of Inferi..."

Sirius gasped and pulled Harry tighter.

"And then? You are...how did you come back?"

"We fought hundreds of Infernal corpses, Professor Peddie and Professor Snape protected me, and finally...Professor Peddie summoned a fire dragon and carried us away..." Harry gestured to push Sirius away. Open, "Sirius... I'm a little out of breath..."

Finally, Sirius let go of his godson with tears in his eyes, and the surrounding students were whispering about Peter summoning the dragon.

"We needn't be too scared, Professor Pedillo can summon the dragons to burn them," Ernie whispered to Justin Finchrey.

Boom, thump, thump, the sound of wooden legs hitting the ground came from the corridor, Mad-Eye Moody limped over on crutches, his blue magic eyes looked out of the window from time to time.

"Ah, Peter!" Mad-Eye patted Peter on the back roughly, "It's time to kill Death Eaters together again!" He glanced at the students and frowned, his scarred face was even more contorted "What are you bringing these students here for? To visit?"

Peter replied, "I brought them to kill the Death Eaters."

Mad-Eye curled his lips, "That's right, as long as you have a wand, even a child can still fight... Come with me, Sirius and I happen to have a lot of windows to guard..."

He limped and dragged the students to the windows, splitting them into groups, and Peter noticed that Sirius and Mad-Eye Moody were guarding three windows alone.

"...Choosing a high place is of course beneficial," Sirius said to Harry happily, pointing out the window, "here the field of vision is wider and the distance is wider, and the enemy's spells are not easy to hit, but after we start fighting You must rush to the outside of the field, fighting against the window is really boring."

Mad-Eye snorted, "It's easier to be blown down and die at a high place."

The atmosphere in the tower suddenly became subdued, but Moody didn't notice it at all.

(End of this chapter)