Chapter 284 Dreaming

"Very good..." Professor McGonagall nodded, "I think you should go teach your students now. You have been missing for one class. I don't want the students of Hogwarts to learn about Defense Against the Dark Arts." It's like they couldn't pass the wizard level exam, and the reason was that their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor couldn't teach them."

"No...please wait..." Peter couldn't help but panic when he saw Professor McGonagall planning to leave.

"Mc...Professor McGonagall...you mean, I...I want to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and I am still...I am still the instructor responsible for teaching them the ordinary wizard level exam?"

Peter's mind seemed to be knotted, and he was slowly sorting it out. However, the amount of information in Professor McGonagall's words was still a bit too much.

"You are really weird, Peter!" Professor McGonagall said, Peter was also her student, and she couldn't help but show the face she used to treat her students.

"You mean, you don't want to teach them? Severus is happy to take over your job, but I think you will be more qualified. After all, you performed very well in the wizard level examination. It seems that you are much better than Severus..."

Professor McGonagall paused, feeling that something was wrong. Such words were always insulting to a hero in the wizarding world and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class.

"What I mean is..." Professor McGonagall said quickly, "You have no reason to shirk your responsibilities. You have been teaching at Hogwarts for two years, and you have always taught Defense Against the Dark Arts... "

"Wait..." Peter seemed to suddenly remember something. He interrupted loudly, "You... you are me. I have taught here for two years? And I am also the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Isn't this position cursed? Well... was..."

"By the mysterious man..." Professor McGonagall said dissatisfied, "But the mysterious man lost his power more than ten years ago. He wanted to kill Harry, and then his spell was rebounded. The most important thing is that you used a special method to lift the curse on the position. This is not surprising. You told us about the curse on the position and borrowed it in front of me and Dumbledore... "

"I……?"

Peter said loudly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the words that should have been in his mind disappeared inexplicably, as if something was blocking his memory, but he couldn't describe the feeling.

He thought that he did not have the strength to come into contact with Voldemort's curse, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and the ordinary wizard level exam. He barely passed it, but according to Professor McGonagall, he seemed to be special. The excellence is far beyond the excellence of ordinary people...

This looks good... Peter thought, he is so powerful and respected here, he can lift the curse of the Dark Lord, he is the recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, and he is the best at Hogwarts. graduates, and now, he is going to teach his juniors to pass the Ministry of Magic's Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination.

These seemed a little unreal to Peter, but everything around him kept telling him that everything happening here was real.

This is Hogwarts. He was in the utility room. When he was in school, whenever he was insulted or wronged, he would worry more about coming here. Everything here felt so familiar, of course. , and his former head of house, Professor Minerva McGonagall, who seemed to have become Gryffindor's most outstanding student.

These are things that he never dared to think about before, but now, these things seem to have become true.

Peter's body felt a little dizzy. He didn't know that he was so outstanding, he didn't know that he was so powerful and respected by others. He just felt...

Suddenly, Peter slapped his face hard with his hand, and I have to say, it hurt.

Professor McGonagall was startled. In her eyes, the most outstanding student she had ever taught seemed to have some mental problems. First he asked her all kinds of strange questions, and now he He slapped himself hard in the face in front of her.

Professor McGonagall could tell that the snapping sound of a slap on the face was not fake at all. Peter obviously didn't hold back. He slapped himself twice crazily, and then his pale face instantly became... Redness and swelling.

"Professor...Professor Peter Pedro...No, don't do this...Professor Peter Pedro, stop..." Professor McGonagall said quickly, which frightened her. Something was wrong from the beginning. , but she still doesn’t know what went wrong.

Peter slapped himself hard twice more, his face was burning. When he opened his eyes, it was Professor McGonagall standing in front of him instead of something else. This time, the uneasiness in his heart was completely removed. It turns out that what passed was just a dream of his.

"Oh my God...you finally stopped..." Professor McGonagall slapped her chest, she had been frightened just now.

"Oh...I'm sorry..." Peter said quickly, that dream was too real, and he still couldn't change his identity.

Peter took a long breath and seemed to have cleared away all his worries. He looked calm and relaxed now. If his face hadn't become swollen and fat again, he would have looked like a successful person. look.

"I just..." Peter said, "I just can stop myself from being confused and teach my juniors with the fullest spirit."

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

She couldn't help being startled by her own thoughts. She nodded quickly, pretended to be particularly calm and left quickly. She had to digest this terrible thought, but such thoughts were like It was so deeply ingrained in her heart that she could never erase it or forget it no matter what.

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

He first touched his own face. His face was a little red and swollen, which he had whipped with his hands.

Wait...hands...

Peter quickly raised his hands, and his two index fingers were intact where they should be. This was what made Peter happiest.

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

He took two steps inside, and a full-length mirror appeared in front of him. There was some ashes on the mirror, but this did not affect his use. Peter quickly wiped the dust on the mirror, but what happened next But there was something that made him unable to believe his eyes.

He was wearing a maroon robe, just like those normal wizards, with magic patterns embroidered with gold thread on it, a very typical Gryffindor style.

And his original fat body had disappeared. Peter unconsciously touched his belly with his hand. The original round belly was replaced by abdominal muscles, and his face was not as rough as he remembered. He looked much more energetic, and he couldn't imagine how his Animagus could be a mouse.

Peter thought as he kept groping for his magic robe. Finally, he found what he wanted in a pocket inside, a wand with a walnut body, which Peter was very familiar with.

He waved the wand with his hand, and he soon discovered the difference. The core of the wand seemed to be much more powerful than his original one. The core of the wand seemed to be much more powerful than the one he used. The dragon's nerves or something were very suitable for releasing magic wands.

"Epelliarmus (Expelliarmus)!"

A blue halo of magic light spread from the tip of Peter's wand. The power of this disarming spell was far beyond Peter's imagination.

He heard a roar, and a cabinet in front of him exploded as soon as he touched it, as if it was torn apart by a mid-level magic spell.

Peter felt that he was more powerful than ever before. A simple first-level spell could allow him to use the power of an intermediate-level spell. This was something he had never dared to think about.

Although in his opinion this level was not enough to lift Voldemort's curse, there must be something undeveloped, and he needed a lot of time to quickly adapt to himself.

That's right, just adapt to yourself...

This sounds very strange, but this is exactly what Peter needs to do now. This kind of powerful self always feels unreal in Peter's heart, but no matter what method he uses, Peter can't believe it is false. Want to believe that he was dreaming.

Just like Professor McGonagall said, I hid here and slept for a class. Although this dream seemed a bit long, it was obvious that this was me.

"That's right, this is me!" Peter's eyes dodge a little. He looked at himself in the mirror. His back was habitually bent, and he seemed to want to shrink.

But he obviously can't do this now.

Peter stared at the mirror. He tried hard to puff up his chest. It was easy. It was just a physical movement. But as soon as he puffed up his chest, his whole feeling was different.

There is no more timidity, no more humility, but a sense of confidence, as if nothing can stump him. According to Professor McGonagall, this is what he is now.

An outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, the glory of Gryffindor, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of Hogwarts... (To be continued)