Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 223 Goodwill
The next week, Peter had a relaxed and comfortable life.He toured the British Isles with Andonova and was away from school most of the time.

The day before the end-of-term banquet, Peter finally returned to school.

The summer sun shines on the newly restored castle, and the green grass is as smooth as satin. However, some parts of the campus are very unsightly—for example, there are still hundreds of pale ghosts soaking in the black lake.

Peter sat behind his desk, looking at the layout of the room with some nostalgia.

His large silver trunk was refilled with luggage, Snake's bathtub was also fixed, and on the table was his newly drafted resignation letter, with several skulls beside it.

In the corner of the room, thousands of letters were piled together, and the owls were still flying endlessly into the house, Peter could only watch helplessly.

He pulled out last Sunday's "Daily Prophet" from the pile of letters, and found that it was full of reports about Snape's acquittal.

He flipped through a few pages, skipping over Snape's twists and turns, but found nothing interesting, only something "The newspaper's special commentator Rita Skeeter's new book "Peter Peddie Road: The Legend Reappears" is about to be published in July. Meet the readers on the [-]th of the month."

Or "renowned author Gilderoy Lockhart, [-]rd Class of Merlin, weighs in on Voldemort's death and will hold a book signing in late August."

He changed a newspaper, flipped through it a few times, and saw a small headline: "Three Death Eaters Sentenced to Life Imprisonment, Lucius Malfoy Released on Bail Yesterday."

He picked up this morning's newspaper again, and the profile of Mr. Crouch and the face of Ms. Burns were impressively printed on the front page. The headline read: "Amelia Burns, former director of magical law enforcement, yesterday Delivering his inaugural speech, ex-Minister for Magic Bardimir Crouch voluntarily resigned."

At this moment, a skull on the table made a hoarse voice: "Let me... free..."

Peter put down the newspaper and teacup, looked at it with pity, "I don't know how to treat you, actually you are not dead, but you have lost your body."

"Kill me..." Jacob Johnson's sister begged, "I will do anything as long as it doesn't hurt!"

Peter nodded slightly, put the soul skulls into the bag, and walked out of the office.

He went straight to the Black Lake, where Dolores Umbridge was leading the Council of Magical Education to fight against the Inferi, her resentful face was tanned pink by the sun, pinker than the bow on her head Also red.

Among the people in the Magic Education Committee, Peter did not see Constantine, and it seemed that he had indeed resigned.

Two clerks were carrying a bundled Inferi to the shore and taking pictures of it for identification. The Inferi opened its mouth wide and bared its teeth menacingly.

More than a dozen tightly bound Yin corpses were placed under the beeches by the lake, wriggling slowly. They looked very much like living people, and their eyes were not pale.People from the Ministry of Magic covered them with a thin cloth, which wrote: "Unidentified".

Peter walked towards the Inferi, and when he got under the tree, he was surprised to see Snape standing beside the tree trunk in the hood.

"Severus?" Peter said, "what are you doing here?"

Snape turned away.Through the hood, all Peter could see was his aquiline nose.

"Nothing," he said coldly, "I just want to stay with my kind, are you satisfied?"

"Come on, I'm not hostile." Peter was used to Snape's meanness, he waved his hand, and gently placed the soul skull on the grass.

"what is this?"

"These are skulls with Muggle souls attached." Peter said leisurely, "Severus, the wizarding world has not come back from the dead."

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" Snape asked sharply.

"I mean, you're not dead at all..." Peter gestured with his hand, "Listen to this—"

Snape leaned down, took off his hood, and listened for a while. "The skeleton is weeping," he said calmly.

Peter nodded, "These skeletons are actually still alive. Their souls were imprisoned on the skulls by the black wizard, and they did not go to the other world."

"You mean to say that my soul was imprisoned by the Dark Lord in my own corpse?"

"I speculate," said Peter, "that he transformed you before you died, and that your soul was preserved on your own body in the process, until the elixir revived your body. .”

"Although other infernal corpses can also use magic, they don't have their own will. Once they lose Voldemort's control, they will immediately turn back to brainless infernal corpses. Their situation is fundamentally different from yours, and the root lies in the soul—those The spirits of the dead have long since departed."

Snape straightened up, folded his arms on his chest, and said slowly, "This is somewhat similar to a Horcrux."

"Yes, very similar," Peter said.

The gilded skull suddenly screamed, "Let me die!" Its voice was hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

"It's painful," Snape commented coldly, "it seems more comfortable to possess his own corpse."

"So you're in pain, too?" Peter's question blurted out.

"Tolerable," said Snape flatly, "more numbness than pain."

"Thinking about it, even though I haven't experienced it personally, when a person's soul is pulled out of the body and then forcibly imprisoned on his own body, how can this soul be exactly the same as before? Impossible It's no longer possible..."

Snape said darkly, "Some wounds are too deep to heal... just like I'll never forgive Sirius Black."

"That's right, how could you just laugh off so many unpleasant memories?" Peter raised his head, "But I haven't seen you for a week, and the wound on your face has healed a lot."

"is it?"

"Of course." Peter tapped the gilded skull with his wand, transformed it into a bound male Inferi, and moved it next to the real Inferi.

Snape reached out and touched his face, "There will be marks."

"Of course." Peter repeated this sentence again, and he turned all the skeletons into bound infernal corpses, "The Ministry of Magic won't find out that there are more fake infernal corpses here, they will cremate these poor people, And then buried somewhere decently. By the way, what are you doing here? You can’t come to bask in the sun, right?”

"Oh, I was originally ordered to remove these infernal corpses, but I think Dolores Umbridge should suffer more..." Snape paused suddenly, "Peter, I remember when I decided to rescue Your reason."

"what?"

"That time in the basement... I saved you because you said something for me when Dolores Umbridge insulted me."

"I don't even remember it," Peter said in shock. "What a small kindness!"

"Honestly, I'm also surprised that I can be moved by such a small thing, maybe I have become really sentimental."

(End of this chapter)