Chapter 287

"Good..." Professor McGonagall nodded. "I think you should go and teach your students now. You've been missing a class. I don't want Hogwarts students to fail the defense against the dark arts wizard level exam. And the reason is that their defense against the dark arts professors can't teach them

"No Please wait a moment... " When Peter saw that Professor McGonagall was going to leave here, he couldn't help being a little flustered.

"Mai Professor McGonagall You mean, I I'm going to teach defense against the dark arts. I'm still I'm still the instructor in charge of teaching them the general wizard level examination? "

Peter's brain seems to be tied up, he is slowly combing, but Professor McGonagall's words are a little too much information.

"You are really strange, Peter!" Professor McGonagall said that Peter was also her student, and she could not help but take out the face she had treated her students.

"You mean you don't want to teach them? Severus is willing to take over your job, but I think you will be more competent. After all, you performed very well in the wizard level examination at the beginning. In general, you should be much better than Severus... "

Professor McGonagall hesitated, and he felt that there was something wrong with it. For a wizard hero, a first-class Merlin medal winner, there was always some insult.

"I mean..." Professor McGonagall said quickly, "you don't have any reason to shirk your responsibility. You've been teaching at Hogwarts for two years, always in defense of the dark arts class..."

"Wait..." Peter seemed to suddenly think of something. He interrupted loudly, "you You're me. I taught here for two years? And professor of defense against the dark arts? This position has not been cursed By... "

"The mysterious man..." Professor McGonagall said discontentedly, "but the mysterious man lost his power more than ten years ago. He wanted to kill Harry, and his curse was bounced back. The most important thing is that you use a special method to remove the curse on the position. It's not surprising that you told us the curse on the position and borrowed it in front of Dumbledore and me ……”

"Me..."

Peter said loudly, but he just opened his mouth. What should have been in his mind disappeared somehow. It was like something hindered his memory, but he could not say that feeling.

He thought that he did not have the strength to contact Voldemort's curse, what kind of defense against the dark arts professor, as well as the general wizard level examination, he had barely passed, but in Professor McGonagall's mouth, he seemed to be particularly excellent, far beyond the ordinary people's excellent

It looks great Peter thought that he was so powerful and respected here that he could lift the curse of the Dark Lord, a first-class Merlin medal winner, and the best graduate of Hogwarts, and now he's going to teach his descendants to pass the sorcerer rank of the Ministry of magic.

It seems a little bit unreal for Peter, but everything around him keeps telling him that everything that happens here is true.

This is Hogwarts. He was in the utility room. When he was in school, he would worry about coming here whenever he was insulted or wronged. Everything here felt so familiar. Of course, his former dean, Professor Mileva McGonagall, seemed to be the best student of Gryffindor.

These are the things he didn't dare to think about, but now, these things seem to become real.

Peter's body is a little bit flabby. He doesn't know that he is so excellent. He doesn't know that he is so powerful and respected. He just thinks

All of a sudden, Peter patted himself in the face with his hand. I have to say, it's very painful.

Professor McGonagall was startled. In her eyes, the best students she had ever taught seemed to have some mental problems, first asking her all sorts of weird questions, and now slapping himself in the face.

Professor McGonagall could hear that slapping sound on his face was not fake at all. Peter obviously didn't keep his hand. He slapped himself wildly, and then his pale face turned red and swollen.

"Professor Professor Peter Pedro No, come on Professor Peter Pedro, stop... " Professor McGonagall said quickly. It scared her. Something was wrong from the beginning, but she didn't know where the problem was.

Peter gave himself two more lashes. His face was burning. As soon as he opened his eyes, Professor McGonagall was standing in front of him, not anything else. The uneasiness in his heart was completely removed. It turned out that only a dream had passed.

"My God You finally stop... " Professor McGonagall patted her chest, and she was frightened just now.

"Oh Sorry... " Peter quickly said that the dream was too real for him to change his identity.Peter took a long breath and seemed to have emptied all his worries. He looked at ease now. If his face hadn't swelled up again, he would have looked like a successful man.

"I just Peter said, "I just can let myself not be confused, with the most full state of mind to my younger brother and younger sister class."

There was a little smile on Peter's face, but somehow Professor McGonagall suddenly felt that the face in front of her was a little disgusting.

She could not help but be frightened by her own thoughts. She nodded quickly, pretended to be a special calm, and left here quickly. She had to digest this terrible thought, but it seemed that the idea was deeply rooted in her heart, and could not be forgotten in any way.

Professor McGonagall walked quickly, and with the door of the utility room opening and closing, Peter was finally alone.

First, he touched his own face. His face was a little red and swollen, which was still beaten by his hand.

Wait Hand

Peter quickly lifted up his hands, and his two index fingers remained intact where they should be. This was the happiest thing for Peter.

His body suddenly moved, he walked quickly in the room, he needed a mirror, and he remembered the mirror

He took two steps inside, and a full-length mirror appeared in front of him. There were some ashes on the mirror, but this did not affect his use. Peter quickly wiped the dust on the mirror, but the following situation made him unable to believe his eyes.

He was wearing a scarlet robe, like those normal witches. It was embroidered with magic patterns decorated with gold thread, which was a typical Gryffindor style.

But his fat body had disappeared. Peter felt his stomach unconsciously. His round belly was replaced by his abdominal muscles. His face was not as rough as his memory. The whole person seemed to have a lot of spirit. He could not imagine how his Animagus could be a mouse.

Peter thought, he kept groping for his magic robe, and finally, he found what he wanted in a pocket inside, a magic wand, the body of walnut, which made Peter very familiar.

He waved the wand with his hand, and he soon found out the difference. The core of the wand seems to be much stronger than his original one. The dragon's nerve or something is very suitable for a magic wand to release magic spells.

"EXPELLIARMUS (except your weapon)!"

A blue magic halo was blooming from the tip of Peter's wand. The power of the disarming charm was far beyond Peter's imagination.

He heard a roar, and a cupboard in front of him exploded as if he had been hit by an intermediate magic spell.

Peter felt that he was so powerful that he could use the power of intermediate magic spell with a simple department level incantation, which was something he didn't dare to think about.

Although in his opinion, this level is not enough to relieve Voldemort's curse, but there must be something that has not been developed. He needs a lot of time to quickly adapt to himself.

That's right. It's just adapting to yourself

This sounds very strange, but this is what Peter needs to do now. Peter always feels that his strong self is not true. However, no matter what method is used, Peter can't believe it is false. He prefers to believe that he is dreaming.

Like Professor McGonagall said, hiding here for a class, although the dream seems a little long, but obviously, this is himself.

"Yes, this is me!" Peter's eyes were a little dodgy. He looked at himself in the mirror. His back bent a little habitually. He seemed to want to shrink.

But now he is obviously unable to do so.

Peter stares at the mirror. He tries hard to straighten his chest up. It's very easy. It's just a physical movement. But once he lifts his chest, the whole person feels different.

There is no timidity, no humbleness, but more is a sense of self-confidence, as if nothing can defeat him, listen to Professor McGonagall's meaning, now he is like this.

Outstanding graduates of Hogwarts, glory of Gryffindor, first-class winner of the order of Merlin, and Hogwarts professor of defense against the Dark Arts

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