"Very good...... Professor McGonagall nodded, "I think you should go and teach your students now, you've been missing a lesson, and I don't want Hogwarts students to fail the Defence Against the Dark Arts Wizarding Level exam." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the reason for this turned out to be that their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor couldn't give them a lesson. ”

"It's not...... Wait a minute...... Peter panicked when he saw Professor McGonagall planning to leave.

"Mai...... Professor McGonagall...... You mean, I ...... I'm going to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and I'm still ...... I'm still the instructor in charge of teaching them the ordinary wizard level exams?"

Peter's brain seemed to be knotted, and he was slowly combing through it, but Professor McGonagall's words were still a little too informative.

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

"You mean, you don't want to teach them, Severus would be happy to take over your job, but I think you'll be more competent, after all, you've done well on the wizarding exams, and overall, you're much better than Severus......"

Professor McGonagall paused, feeling that something was wrong, that there was always some insult to a hero of the wizarding world, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, a first-class knight.

"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, and you've been teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts ......"

"Wait......" Peter interrupted loudly as if he had suddenly remembered something, "you...... You're me, I've been teaching here for two years, and I'm also a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? Isn't that a cursed position...... ......"

"...... by the Mystery," Professor McGonagall said dissatisfied, "but the Mystic lost his powers more than a decade ago, and he wanted to kill Harry, and then his spell was bounced back, and most importantly, you used a special method to lift the curse on your position, which is not surprising, and the curse on the position was borrowed by you in front of us and Dumbledore......"

"...... me?"

Peter spoke aloud, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the words that should have been in his mind disappeared inexplicably, as if something was hindering his memory, but he could not yet express the feeling.

He didn't think he had the strength to come into contact with Voldemort's curse, and what Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, as well as the ordinary wizard level exam, he had barely passed, and in Professor McGonagall's mouth, he himself seemed to be particularly good, far beyond ordinary people......

That looks pretty good...... Peter thought that he was so powerful and respected here, that he could lift the curse of the Dark Lord, that he was a first-class Sir Merlin Medalist, that he was the best graduate of Hogwarts, and that he was now going to teach his juniors to pass the ordinary wizarding rank exams of the Ministry of Magic.

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

This was Hogwarts, he was in the utility room, and when he was in school, whenever he was insulted or wronged, he would worry a lot about coming here, everything here felt so familiar, and of course, his former headmaster, Professor Minerva McGonagall, seemed to be the best student in Gryffindor.

These were things he couldn't have imagined, but now, they seemed to be real.

Peter's body was a little fluttering, he didn't know that he was so good, he didn't know that he was so powerful and admired, he just felt ......

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

Professor McGonagall was taken aback, and it seemed to her that the best student she had ever taught seemed to have something wrong with her brain, first asking her all sorts of strange questions, and now slapping her face in front of her.

Professor McGonagall could tell that the slap on his face was not fake, and Peter apparently didn't spare his hand, he slapped himself twice frantically, and then his pale face instantly turned red and swollen.

"Professor...... Professor Peter Pedirou...... No, don't...... Professor Peter Pedirul, stop......" Professor McGonagall said quickly, it frightened her, something was wrong from the beginning, but she didn't know what was wrong.

Peter thrashed himself twice, his face was hot, and when he opened his eyes, it was Professor McGonagall standing in front of him and nothing else, and the uneasiness in his heart was completely removed, and it turned out that the past was only a dream of his.

"Oh my God...... You're finally stopping......" Professor McGonagall patted her chest, which had frightened her out of the way.

"Oh...... I'm sorry......" Peter said quickly, the dream was so real that he couldn't change his identity from one moment to the other.

Peter let out a long breath, as if he had drained all his worries, and he looked calm and relaxed now, and if it weren't for the fact that his face was swollen and fat, he would have been like a successful man.

"I'm just ......," Peter said, "and I'm just able to keep myself from being confused and go to my juniors in the fullest spirit." ”

Peter had a small smile on his face, but for some reason, Professor McGonagall suddenly felt a little disgusting in the face in front of her.

She couldn't help but be startled by her own thoughts, she nodded quickly, pretending to be particularly calm and quickly left the place, she had to digest this terrible thought, but such thoughts seemed to be ingrained in her heart, no matter what, she could not erase it.

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

He first touched his own face, which was a little red and swollen, which he had beaten with his hand.

Wait a minute...... Hand......

Peter quickly lifted his hands up, and his two index fingers were intact where they should be, which was what pleased Peter the most.

His body suddenly moved, he walked quickly around the room, he needed a mirror, and he remembered it......

He took two steps inside, and a full-length mirror appeared in front of him, there was some ash on the mirror, but that didn't affect his use, Peter quickly wiped the dust off the mirror, but the next thing happened made him can't believe his eyes.

He was dressed in a maroon robe, just like those normal wizards, embroidered with gold thread and magic patterns, typical of Gryffindor style.

And his fat body has disappeared, Peter unconsciously touched his belly with his hand, the original bulging belly was replaced by abdominal muscles, and his face was not as rough as his memory, the whole person looked a lot more energetic, he couldn't imagine how his Animagus could be a mouse.

Peter thought as he fumbled around with his magic robe, and finally, in one of his pockets, he found what he was looking for, a wand, a walnut shaft that Peter was familiar with.

He waved the wand with his hand, and he soon noticed the difference, the core of the wand seemed to be much stronger than his original one, and the dragon's nerves or something, which was very suitable for a wand that released spells.

"Expelliarmus (except for your weapons)!"

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

He heard a boom, and a cabinet in front of him exploded with a bang, as if he had been hit by an intermediate spell and fell apart.

Peter felt that he was simply more powerful than ever, and that a simple division-level spell could allow him to use the power of an intermediate-level spell, which was something he had never dared to imagine.

Although this level was not enough in his opinion to lift Voldemort's curse, there must be something undeveloped, and it took him a lot of time to get used to it quickly.

That's right, it's about adapting to yourself......

It sounds very strange, but this is exactly what Peter needs to do now, this powerful self Peter always feels unreal in his heart, but no matter what the method, Peter can't believe that it's fake, he prefers to believe that he is dreaming.

As Professor McGonagall had said, she hid here and slept in class, and although the dream seemed a bit long, it was clear that it was herself.

"That's right, that's me!" Peter's gaze was a little evasive, he looked at himself in the mirror, his back was a little habitually rickety, and he seemed to want to shrink up.

But now he is clearly unable to do so.

Peter stared at the mirror, he tried to keep his chest up, it was very easy, it was just a physical movement, but as soon as he puffed up his chest, the whole person felt different.

There was no timidity, no humility, and what was extra was a taste of self-confidence, as if nothing could stump him, listen to Professor McGonagall, as he is now.

An outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, the glory of Gryffindor, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, 1st class, and a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts......