HP Magic Biography

"Very good..." Professor McGonagall nodded, "I think you should go to teach your students now. You have already missed a lesson. I don't want Hogwarts students to be in Defense of the Dark Arts. It's like failing the wizard rank exam. The reason for this is that their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can't teach them."

"No... please wait..." Peter saw that Professor McGonagall was going to leave here, and he couldn't help but panic.

"Mak...Professor McGonagall...you mean, I...I want to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and I am...I am still the lecturer responsible for teaching them the General Wizarding Examination?"

Peter's mind is like being tied up, he is slowly sorting out, but the amount of information in Professor McGonagall's words is still a bit too large.

"You are really weird, Peter!" Professor McGonagall said, Peter was also her student, and she couldn't help taking out the face she treated the students.

"You mean, you don't want to teach them? Severus would be happy to take over your job, but I think you will be more competent. After all, you performed well in the wizard level exam. Look, you are also much better than Severus..."

Professor McGonagall paused, and he felt that something was wrong. For a hero in the wizarding world, a first-class Merlin Medal winner, there would always be some insults.

"I mean..." Professor McGonagall said quickly, "You have no reason to shirk your responsibility. You have been teaching at Hogwarts for two years and have always been a Defense Against the Dark Arts class... "

"Wait..." Peter seemed to think of something suddenly, and he interrupted loudly, "You...you are me, I have been teaching here for two years? And still a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? This position has not been cursed. Well...by..."

"By the mysterious person..." Professor McGonagall said dissatisfiedly, "but the mysterious person lost his power more than ten years ago. He wanted to kill Harry, and then his spell was bounced back. The most important thing is that you used a special method to lift the curse on the position. This is nothing strange. The curse on the position is something you told us and borrowed in front of me and Dumbledore... "

"I……?"

Peter said aloud, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the words that should have been in his mind somehow disappeared, as if something was obstructing his memory, but he still couldn't tell the feeling.

He thought that he did not have the strength to contact Voldemort's curse, what other defense against the dark arts class professor, and the ordinary wizard rank test. He barely passed at first, and in Professor McGonagall’s mouth, he himself seemed special Excellent, far superior to ordinary people...

This looks very good... Peter thought, he is so strong here and respected. He can lift the curse of the Dark Lord. He is the first-class Merlin Medal winner. He is still the best in Hogwarts. A graduate of, and now, he is going to teach his juniors to pass the ordinary wizard rank exam of the Ministry of Magic.

These seem a little unreal to Peter, but everything around him keeps telling him that everything born here is real.

This is Hogwarts. He is in that utility room. When he is at school, whenever he is insulted or wronged, he will worry more about coming here. Everything here feels so familiar, of course. , And his original dean, Professor Minerva McGonagall, seems to have become Gryffindor’s best student.

These were things he could not even think of before, but now, these things seem to have become real.

Peter's body is a bit fluttering. He doesn't know that he is so outstanding. He doesn't know that he is so strong and admired. He only feels that...

Suddenly, Peter patted his face vigorously with his hands. What I have to say is that it hurts.

Professor McGonagall was taken aback. In her eyes, the best students she had taught seemed to have some problems in their minds. First, they asked her all kinds of strange and weird questions. It was pulling his face severely in front of her.

Professor McGonagall can hear that the slap on the face is not fake at all. Peter obviously didn't keep his hand, he slapped himself madly, and then his pale face instantly became Redness and swelling.

"Professor...Professor Peter Pediru...no, don't do that... Professor Peter Pediru, stop..." Professor McGonagall said quickly, which frightened her. It was wrong from the beginning. , But she still doesn't know what went wrong.

Peter slapped himself twice again. His face was hot. When he opened his eyes, Professor McGonagall was standing in front of him and nothing else. The anxiety in his heart was completely removed. It turned out that the past was only a dream of him.

"My God...you finally stopped..." Professor McGonagall patted his chest, but she was frightened just now.

"Oh...sorry..." Peter said quickly, that dream was too real, and he couldn't change his identity all the time.

Peter took a long sigh, as if he had emptied all his worries. He now looks calm and relaxed. If his face hadn't been swollen and fat again, he would have been a successful person. Look like.

"I'm just..." Peter said, "I just can keep myself from being confused and give my juniors and sisters classes in the fullest mental state."

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 taken aback by her own thoughts. She nodded quickly, pretending to be particularly calm and left here quickly. She had to digest this terrible thought, but this thought was like It was deeply ingrained in her heart, and she couldn't forget it no matter what.

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

He first touched his own face, his face was a little red and swollen, which was the result of his hand beating.

Wait... hands...

Peter quickly raised his hands, and his two index fingers remained intact where they should be. This was what made Peter the most happy.

His body moved suddenly, he was walking around the room quickly, he needed a mirror, and he remembered this mirror...

He walked two steps inside, and a full-length mirror just appeared in front of his eyes. There was some ashes on the mirror, but this did not affect his use. Peter quickly wiped the dust off the mirror, but what happened next But some made him couldn't believe his eyes.

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

And his obese body has disappeared. Peter unconsciously touched his belly with his hands. The swollen belly was replaced by abdominal muscles, and his face was not as rough as his memory. He seemed to be more energetic, he couldn't imagine how his Animagus could be a rat.

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

He waved the magic wand with his hand, and he quickly realized the difference. The core of the magic wand seemed to be much stronger than his original. The dragon's nerves or something was a kind of magic wand that was very suitable for casting spells.

"Expe11iarmus (except your weapon)!"

A blue magical halo fainted from the tip of Peter's wand, and the power of this disarming curse was far beyond Peter's imagination.

He heard a bang, and a cabinet in front of him exploded when it touched it, as if it had been split apart by an intermediate spell.

Peter felt that he was as powerful as never before. A simple division spell could allow him to use the power of an intermediate spell. This was something he could not even think of.

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

That's right, just adapt yourself...

This sounds very strange, but this is exactly what Peter needs to do now. Peter always feels that this powerful self is not real in his heart, but no matter what method is used, Peter can't believe that this is fake, he even more Willing to believe that he was dreaming.

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

"That's right~www.wuxiaspot.com~This is me!" Peter's gaze was a little dodge, he looked at himself in the mirror, his back was a little habitually buckled, and he seemed to want to shrink up.

But now he obviously cannot do this.

Peter stared at the mirror. He tried hard to straighten his chest. It was easy. This was just a physical movement, but when he straightened his chest, the whole person felt different.

There is no timidity, no humbleness, and what comes out is a sense of self-confidence, as if nothing can stump him. Listening to Professor McGonagall’s meaning, he is now like this.

The outstanding graduates of Hogwarts, the glory of Gryffindor, the winner of the First Class Merlin Medal, and the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts...

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