Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 217 Rest
Dumbledore, Peter, Harry, and Dobby left Snape's office, leaving Snape alone in the dark room to recuperate.

When they went up to the foyer, Dumbledore met Kingsley Shacklebolt who was looking for him. The two went to a small room on the second floor to talk together, and then separated from Peter, Harry and Dobby.

"Professor Dumbledore is really busy," Harry said with emotion. "He fought all night, and now he has to deal with those people from the Ministry of Magic."

"Yes, he should be the person who consumed the most mana last night," Peter said, "He lasted the whole night with protective magic and blocked the salvos of thousands of corpses. Without him, Hogwarts Castle would not It has been reduced to ruins..."

Several girls and their parents passed by in the corridor. They waved enthusiastically to Peter and Harry. One of the girls asked Peter to sign a large photo cut out from the "Daily Prophet". They nodded and smiled, but declined the request for autographs with waved hands.

After these people chattered away, Harry asked in a low voice: "By the way, why doesn't Professor Snape lie down and rest? I saw him several times, and he was sitting all the time. He was obviously injured. so heavy..."

"He had a big hole under his right shoulder and a badly damaged lung," Peter motioned to his right chest. "It made it difficult for him to breathe, and sitting helped relieve the pain."

"It sounds really uncomfortable," Harry said, frowning. "Think about it, he is obviously tired, sleepy, and in pain, and he can only sit on the chair day and night."

"Yeah, it must be hard, but Voldemort's curse is gone, and he will get better sooner or later." Peter said in a relaxed tone.

"So, Professor Snape is actually not a few years older than me," Harry seemed to think of this question suddenly, "he is only 17 years old, he can be your student!"

Peter laughed, "Don't be so stupid as to tell him that in person, don't come to me if you fail Potions class."

"Professor Snape's character doesn't look like a 17-year-old at all..."

"This has something to do with his experience. Anyone who has been tortured by Voldemort for half a year will become old."

Harry shook his head slightly, "Anyway, I didn't see it at all, and I don't think even Hermione could see it—by the way, can I tell Ron and Hermione what I just heard?"

"Of course." Peter said with a smile.

They walked into the auditorium and found that it was quiet here. The college dining table and the broken scoring hourglass were removed, and hundreds of soft sleeping bags were placed on the ground. Students, teachers, parents, Aurors and domestic children The elves all slept together.Among the students, five or six centaurs slept standing up, snorting from time to time.

Seeing them appear, James and Lily greeted them and took Harry away.

Lily stuffed him into a sleeping bag, and Harry whined softly, "Mum, it's so uncomfortable to sleep in the hall, why don't you all go back to the dormitories?"

"More than half of Gryffindor Tower was destroyed by the Infernal Dragon," Lily said angrily, "Stop complaining, go to sleep!"

Professor McGonagall came over, putting his fingers sternly to his mouth, lest they wake the others.Peter noticed that she still had a deep gash on her cheek.James wanted to have a few words with Peter, but he hurriedly gave up.

The Weasleys got together for a rest, but Percy wasn't among them, apparently going to St. Mungo's for treatment.The Diggory couple surrounded Cedric, admiring the handsome photos of Cedric published in the "Daily Prophet" over and over again.

Draco was accompanied by his mother, Narcissa, who were sitting alone in the corner of the auditorium. Lucius had disappeared, probably already arrested by the Ministry of Magic.

Peter led Dobby towards the Malfoy mother and son, and when they saw Peter, both mother and son stood up.

"Professor Peddie..." Draco's voice was hoarse, and his skin was as white as paper.

Next to Draco, Narcissa's eyelids were red and swollen, and there were still a few teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes, her usual arrogance was gone.

Narcissa ignored Dobby. She took Peter's hand in both her own and looked at him with moist blue eyes, speechless for a moment.

"It's all right," Peter said.

"Peter," Narcissa fought back tears, "I don't know how our family can repay you..."

"No need." Peter's tone was a little cold.

To Peter's surprise, Narcissa knelt on the ground with tears streaming down her face, "You defeated the mysterious man and protected my son. If it wasn't for you, our family would have to suffer in hell for a long time!"

Saying that, she took Peter's hand and put her lips on Peter's knuckles, and Draco knelt beside his mother, head bowed.

Peter hurriedly pulled the mother and son up from the ground, and Narcissa was still talking incoherently: "Lucius and I wanted to confess to Dumbledore more than once... As long as my son Draco is safe, we two adults don't care about going to jail, He doesn't care about death, but he—he forced us to make an unbreakable oath..."

"The thought of my son being with a living dead day and night makes my heart ache, and every day I wonder if my son is still alive now... Draco was terrified, but he didn't even dare to write to us, I am afraid that the letter will be accidentally obtained by someone else, triggering the unbreakable oath..."

Peter helped Narcissa and Draco onto the cushions, and listened patiently to her accusation. He believed that what Narcissa said at the moment was true: Snape must have threatened the Malfoys a lot, and Narcissa was very serious about his only son. You can't pretend to worry about it.

When she finished her accusation and calmed down, Peter spoke.

"It's not Severus Snape who killed you, it's the Dark Lord himself."

With that said, Peter turned to Draco and put his hands on his shoulders, "Draco, I actually talked to Professor Snape just now, and he said that he never thought about anything other than the bare minimum required by the Dark Lord. hurt you."

"Of course I know that words and threats can also cause harm, but after all, Professor Snape is a magically resurrected creation of the Dark Lord, and under the orders and control of the Dark Lord, all he can do for you is this—look, you It's sitting here now intact."

Draco nodded slightly.

"I remember one time in the Defense Against the Dark Arts public class, Mr. McLaggen's wand went off and accidentally knocked you out. That time, Professor Snape carried you behind his back and sent you to the infirmary."

Draco looked a little surprised, "I... I didn't wake up until the next morning, so he sent me there?"

"Yes, Draco," Peter said with a smile, "Professor Snape had many opportunities to harm you, but he didn't. After all, he still cares about the old friendship with your family."

Draco looked at his mother. It seemed that the Malfoy family usually had strict upbringing, and the children were afraid to ask their parents questions directly.

Narcissa sighed, "Severus is indeed an old friend of Lucius. If he hadn't had that incident, he might be Draco's godfather, but this..."

"I want you to assure me that this Severus is the same person as the one you knew before," Peter stood up, "If you really haven't forgotten the past friendship, I hope Lucius can be in front of the Wizengamot to be honest."

After thinking for a moment, Narcissa nodded.

Peter bowed slightly politely, turned to leave, and behind him he heard Draco ask his mother in surprise, "...Godfather?"

(End of this chapter)