Chapter 283 Professor Peter Petillo

"Professor... Professor Peter Pedillo... Professor Peter Pedillo..."

A familiar voice rang in Peter's ears. He seemed to have heard such a voice there before. It was when he was still in Hogwarts. He remembered...

"Professor McGonagall..."

Peter Pettigrew suddenly woke up from the darkness. He jumped up from nowhere and hurriedly tidied his clothes, just like when he was in Hogwarts.

At that time, Peter and Lupin were very unkempt, which made Professor McGonagall very dissatisfied with them. Whenever they saw Peter like this, they would always receive Professor McGonagall's sharpest eyes.

As a man who scans Ma... oh... a woman, Professor McGonagall's majestic and kind face is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Hogwarts student. You know, as the dean of Gryffindor College and the appointed lecturer of Transfiguration, almost since the beginning of Professor McGonagall's work, the most tall and majestic back has been left in the hearts of Hogwarts students.

You can smile at Dumbledore (Dumbledore after defeating Grindelwald), but the advice given by Hogwarts to Professor McGonagall is to always have a respectful heart.

Peter hurriedly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed a little stinging because of the bright sunlight. He stretched out his arms and covered his face with his fingers, as if he wanted to block the light.

"Professor Peter... Professor Peter Pettigrew..."

Professor McGonagall's voice came from beside him again. The voice was like a bucket of cold well water, which soaked Peter's whole body and mind.

"Mc... McGonagall... Professor McGonagall..."

Peter said tremblingly, his voice trembling a little, he didn't know why he felt a little uneasy and fearful in his heart, he always felt that he had forgotten something.

He remembered that he seemed to have become a rat in the Weasley family, and he was hunted by Sirius... Then...

"Professor Peter Peddle, what are you thinking about?" Professor McGonagall asked, which scared Peter. He looked at Professor McGonagall in horror, and he was a little at a loss.

Professor McGonagall stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Peter's eyes seemed a little dull, which not only made Professor McGonagall very dissatisfied.

"Professor Peter Peddle... I don't think it's time for you to be in a daze..." Professor McGonagall said seriously, "Miss Hermione Granger told me that their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been missing for a whole class. You know, it's the time for the wizard level exam now. I don't think you have any reason not to teach your students. The worst thing is that your reason is to hide in the utility room and sleep. If the Hogwarts house elf hadn't found you in the utility room, I don't think you would have gone to the remaining class, right?"

Professor McGonagall was very dissatisfied with Peter's behavior. She felt that Peter Peddle was a little derelict in his duty. This was not the performance that should be shown during the probation period.

Peter's brain nerves were short-circuited by Professor McGonagall's continuous long paragraphs, and he looked at Professor McGonagall in a daze.

It was summer in Hogwarts. It was very hot outside, and the sound of insects kept echoing in Hogwarts. This feeling made him very familiar. He had experienced seven full summers in Hogwarts, but the current Hogwarts seemed to be a little different.

It was not that Hogwarts became weird, but he was weird. What did he hear just now?

Peter didn't quite believe his ears. He pointed his finger at his face, and his arms trembled slightly.

"You... what did you say?" Peter asked tremblingly, "I mean... you... you just called me... professor?"

"What's so strange about this?" Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, and she looked at Peter Peddle in front of her with a tense face. Professor McGonagall looked like she had seen a ghost. This was not the Peter Peddle she knew. The little boy she had taught could not be so... so timid?

Professor McGonagall thought it was strange. She suddenly remembered a name she didn't want to mention... the culprit who betrayed the Potters and framed Peter Pettigrew, and he actually fell into Voldemort's arms.

"You mean..." Peter said tremblingly, "You mean, I... Peter Pettigrew... I am a professor at Hogwarts?"

"Of course, Professor Pettigrew!" Professor McGonagall was a little impatient. When she thought of that person, she felt very uncomfortable. That person and his master, both of them were from Hogwarts.

One was from Slytherin, and the other was under her nose. The betrayer was from Gryffindor... This not only made Professor McGonagall a little sad, it was a stain on Gryffindor, but also symbolized Professor McGonagall's dereliction of duty.

"Then... then I teach... dark magic... defense against the dark arts?" Peter said tremblingly, his voice exuding an unconcealable excitement.

"That's right, Professor Peter Peddlecock..." Professor McGonagall replied, "You didn't faint in your sleep, did you? You're not even in a hurry to be a professor, and the courses you teach. If I had known, you would have taken over Professor Lupin's job."

"You mean, me? Peter Peddlecock... I'm the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?"

Professor McGonagall nodded, "I think you should go to Madam Pomfrey or ask Professor Severus to prepare some potions for you. I think this can help you to a certain extent.

"Oh no..." Peter shook his head quickly. If he went to Madam Pomfrey, Madam Pomfrey might let him stay in the school infirmary for a month. Last time he was hit by a poison arrow from a centaur, Madam Pomfrey made Peter stay in the school hospital for more than a week before allowing him to leave.

"Still... forget it... forget it..." Peter said. He didn't know what happened, and the uneasiness in his heart seemed to be suppressed a little.

"Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall asked, she pursed her lips, and then she gave up the idea of ​​letting Peter Pettigrew go to Madam Pomfrey.

As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor McGonagall's worries seemed a bit redundant. This was a wizard who survived the crazy pursuit of the Death Eaters and successfully subdued the Death Eaters. Professor McGonagall didn't need to think too much about Peter Pettigrew. (To be continued)