Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 218 Arrest in the middle of the night
Peter finally returned to his office after leaving Dobby in the Hogwarts kitchen for Kreacher to look after.

As soon as he opened the door, Peter saw Snake, coiled up, sleeping on one of the silver boxes, with his eyes tightly shut, and Scabbers lying on his head, sleeping soundly by his crested hair.

Seeing Snake and Scabbers sleeping so comfortably, Peter felt sleepy.

The office had been blown to pieces, but he had no intention of repairing it, he only longed for his nightgown and soft feather bed now - the repairing could be put aside until a good night's sleep.

……

When Peter woke up, it was dark.

He sat up in bed to find that Kreacher had just placed hot tea, cake and freshly baked grass, blue, blueberry and blackberry biscuits by his bedside.

His head hurt and his left arm was aching, and he rolled up his sleeves to examine Snape's bite—fortunately Snape bit through his sleeve, otherwise there would have been scars and possibly even some Symptoms of werewolf disease.

He walked out of the bedroom and into the office, wand held high.

Broken glass, overturned desks and chairs, old student work, parchment, spellbooks, papers, snakes, Luna's Christmas tree, at least a thousand letters... The things in the room whirled and flew into the air, obsessed. Docilely return to where they should go.

"Hiss——————" Snake said something angrily, but Peter didn't have Haierbo's dictionary with him, so he couldn't understand its complaints.

Peter sat down behind his desk, took a sip of the hot tea that Dobby had brought, and felt his headache a little less.He looked helplessly at the thousand letters piled in the corner, and found that answering letters was hard work.

A few minutes later, several owls came to the window, and he had to stand up and open the window, let them in, and unwrap their feet.

He began to think about how long he would stay in this office: Voldemort was finished, and there was no point in staying at Hogwarts.He prefers peace of mind to conduct academic research, rather than being constantly disturbed by reporters and admirers.

The first half of his life has been turbulent enough, and what he longs for now is a peaceful and peaceful life.

He wanted to leave England for a place with fewer admirers—of course he had another, very trivial reason: Andonova was going back to Durmstrang.

An elegant silver lynx passed through the wall and jumped onto Peter's desk.

It opened its mouth and said in Kingsley Shacklebolt's low, clear voice, "The Ministry of Magic is going to capture Severus Snape tonight." Then it dissipated into the air.

Peter felt that there was nothing surprising about this. It was very normal to arrest people late at night. Night is the time of day when people are at their lowest level of vigilance. Prisoners are not easy to escape, and the arrest operation will not disturb too many unrelated people to avoid complications.

At the same time, not only Mr. Crouch, but many people in the wizarding society are eager to get rid of the culprit as soon as possible. Peter also fully understands the feelings of the families of the victims.

After changing his clothes, he came to the hall and found that Dumbledore was already waiting at the entrance to the basement.

"Dumbledore, haven't you rested all day?" Peter asked with concern.

Dumbledore smiled and waved, and the two walked side by side through the basement corridor.

"We must stay here to ensure that Severus will be tried," said Dumbledore. "Mr. Crouch's practice of executing prisoners without trial has once again gained widespread support, and people are eager for the Ministry of Magic to execute the Death Eater immediately." The Dead Apostles - including Severus, of course."

"Does he have to stay in Azkaban Prison pending trial?" Peter frowned. "Given his physical condition, letting him be tortured by dementors is no different from executing him."

"I won't allow Mr. Crouch to do that, it's illegal in the first place," said Dumbledore.

"And what about Ms. Burns? What does she think of the matter?"

"She's not well and she's still in a coma."

"No wonder." Peter shrugged.

Dumbledore didn't take Peter to Snape's office, they went straight to the deepest part of the basement, and finally, they stopped in front of a dark, rusted iron door.

Peter stretched out his hand to caress the moss-covered stone wall, "The outside of this wall is probably the deepest part of the Black Lake."

Dumbledore tapped the lock with his wand and whispered, "Yes, before the castle was used as a school, this dank, dark cell used to be a prisoner's nightmare, but Severus would love the setting— —”

With a creak, Dumbledore pushed open the iron door. The room was pitch black, only a little light could be cast through the cracks in the grating on the iron door. The two walked into the room in the dark, and neither of them lit up their wands.

After more than ten seconds, Peter got used to the darkness in the room. He saw a narrow bed in the cell, Snape was half lying in the blanket, leaning on several pillows behind him.

"He's asleep," Peter gasped. "It's going to add to the mess at the Ministry."

Peter now had a strange feeling: Snape had changed from his classmate to a junior, and it was true.

As Snape closed his eyes peacefully in the dark, Peter could tell that the thin, haggard figure in front of him was just a teenager.

Dumbledore stepped forward seriously, "No, Peter, he may also be—" He stretched out his hand to test Snape's breath, "Not dead!" He happily raised his arms in a gesture of celebration, Snape Nep opened his eyes from the noise.

"Bad news, Severus, the Ministry of Magic is coming to get you." Peter looked down at Snape.

"But don't worry too much," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Kingsley will take care of you, you just need to go to the Ministry of Magic to answer a few questions, and then you can come back to recuperate soon, they insist on wearing it for you Tracking shackles with traces, I don't think you will mind that little inconvenience."

Before Snape could gather enough strength to express his opinions, there was a burst of heated arguments outside the door.

"Get this thing out, Dumbledore doesn't allow it to enter the school!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"I'm just here to protect my personal safety!" said a serious male voice, "He hurt me badly, can't I—"

"Could Dumbledore watch him attack you?"

Dumbledore pushed open the door, "Minerva, what's the matter?" His tone was somewhat reproachful.

"Dumbledore, hurry up and see what Mr. Crouch brought into the ward?" Professor McGonagall pointed her finger, but she didn't need to remind, because everyone present felt a chill, A dementor was floating behind Mr. Crouch, rotting breath belching from its cloak.

Dumbledore greeted him out without letting Mr. Crouch into the room, and then he extended his hand politely to him, "Good evening, Barty, I am so glad to hear that you have returned from your recovery."

Mr. Crouch shook Dumbledore's hand coldly, and then let go of it immediately, "I need to talk to Severus Snape alone."

Dumbledore's face darkened, "Barty, you don't intend to kiss him directly, do you, Kingsley Shacklebolt didn't escort you here?"

Under the dim light, Mr. Crouch's pale face contorted for a moment, and he tore off his meticulous cloak, revealing the collarbone under the hospital gown, where a scarlet circular magic scar was engraved impressively.

"Dumbledore, come and see how he tortured me! Go and see those sad people... I don't know why you want to protect a murderer in every possible way!"

Dumbledore did not back down, he said calmly: "Because Severus Snape is a victim just like you, and he is still my teacher here."

"He needs a fair trial," said Peter, stepping over Dumbledore, in an unquestionable tone.

(End of this chapter)