Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

As soon as the get out of class was over, Draco followed Twil’s butt.

“There are no classes today?”

“OK!”

Today’s class was over, and the professor’s private lesson was about to begin again. Draco was so happy that he felt like walking with wind, and there was no hint of resentment at being pushed to the ground by Goyle.

“Have you finished your homework? I still remember that the homework you handed in last time is somewhat similar to Ross’s. Isn’t it copied from someone else’s?”

“…We did our homework together! That’s right! That’s it! We discussed the content of the homework together, so our inspirations are somewhat similar. This is normal! Just like Potter…”

Draco explained guiltily, unknowingly mumbling a lot of words to defend himself.

“Potter?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Harry lingering at the door, and he immediately changed into his usual arrogant expression, pretending as if he wasn’t the one who just felt guilty.

“Why are you here? If I remember correctly, you should still have classes, right?”

“I was in the divination class, uh… I had a headache, so I ran out.”

Harry, who originally wanted to ignore Malfoy, suddenly became happy after seeing the professor appear.

“Headache?” Tver frowned.

Ever since Harry came into contact with Voldemort and Malvolio during the summer vacation, the Horcrux in his body seemed to be much more active.

According to Sirius’ instructions in every letter, Harry’s headaches became more and more frequent!

“Well,” speaking of this, Harry rubbed his temples in annoyance, “I also had a weird dream in class.”

“Did you fall asleep in class and hit your head?” Draco folded his arms proudly.

“It seems that the warrior’s level is not that good either… Oops.”

Tver withdrew the hand that hit Draco on the head, walked towards the door of the office, and said to him: “Go back first…”

Draco’s face was immediately filled with visible displeasure.

He had already missed one class last time, and now he has to miss another class? !

“Okay,” noticing his expression, Tver reluctantly pulled Harry into the office, “You go back and put your schoolbag away first and then come back.”

“call out–”

Without even a response, Draco immediately picked up his schoolbag and ran quickly towards the stairs.

Tweel shrugged at the stunned Harry and led him into his office.

“You said you had a dream? Can you tell me what kind of dream it was?”

As soon as Harry sat down on the chair, he saw the professor pouring pumpkin juice for him while asking questions.

So anxious?

He was confused for a moment, but soon realized that he still had to answer.

“Of course, Sirius told me to let me come to you if the headache persists.”

In fact, Sirius asked him to go to Dumbledore first, but halfway he realized that he didn’t know the password to the principal’s office, so he transferred to Professor Welfare.

But there is obviously no need to say this kind of thing. After all, he, Harry Potter, still has emotional intelligence!

“The main thing is that I saw, no, it was probably a dream about Peter Pettigrew!”

…

Voldemort was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the second floor, his eyes staring blankly ahead, his skeleton-like body motionless, as if he had become a real skeleton.

“Peter Pettigrew, come up.”

After a long time, he spoke slowly in a hoarse voice, but it was still clearly transmitted downstairs.

eccentric!

Peter’s hands couldn’t help but trembled, and he almost knocked the milk jug in his hand to the ground.

He quickly put the jar in place and immediately turned his attention to the strange feeling just now.

Not to mention that the Dark Lord had never let him go up to the second floor, but now he was calling him by his full name instead of the usual “Wormtail”!

The sound is also a little strange.

In this state, the Dark Lord’s voice is either a normal human voice when strong, or a hiss similar to a snake spitting out a snake when weak.

But now, although he sounds cold-blooded like a snake, he also has the strength of a normal voice?

However, he did not dare to delay. While thinking and summarizing with his head that lacked knowledge, he trotted up the stairs for the first time.

“Master, I…Master?!”

Peter looked at the Dark Lord in front of him in shock, his face even distorted because of surprise.

“Come, Peter… come to me…”

Voldemort closed his eyes, with a strange smile on his face, as if he was enjoying something, but his tone of voice was like a whisper, which had the power to scare people’s souls.

Peter shuddered.

At this time, Voldemort still had the thin body of before, but his face was steep.

However, he looked much older, covered with wrinkles, and his eye sockets were sunken deeply.

But he always felt that Voldemort in this state was a bit weird, even more terrifying!

When Peter came to him hesitantly, Voldemort’s lips curved into a smile, and then——

Suddenly he opened his eyes!

Those eyes were also exposed to Peter at this moment!

The original blood-red eyes completely turned into an evil yellow like snake eyes, and there was an agility inside that was extremely inconsistent with the dry appearance, as if a flexible mouse had been stuffed into a corpse that had been corrupted until only the skeleton was left.

But Peter had no time to think about this. The moment his eyes met Voldemort’s, he couldn’t move.

The soul and body seemed to be forcibly separated, and he could only watch helplessly as Voldemort slowly absorbed his soul with his breathing!

…

“That’s all?” Tver looked at Harry in surprise, who was talking very dry.

“Well, my scar became more and more painful later on, and I woke up directly from the pain.” Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice, which made his throat feel better.

After a while, he secretly glanced at the professor who was deep in thought.

“Professor, this is just a dream, right?”

Even though it was Peter Pettigrew who was suffering, Harry couldn’t help but be frightened by what he saw.

Just thinking that the scene he “dreamed” was so real, he suddenly felt like he was deceiving himself.

“Maybe,” Tver said noncommittally.

Dumbledore was responsible for Harry’s affairs. This was their agreement, so he did not tell Harry the somewhat cruel fact.

What’s more, Tweel was more concerned about Voldemort’s condition and the life and death of Peter Pettigrew than the little Horcrux in Harry’s head.

Peter couldn’t die like this, at least, not so early!

But this is what happened today, and it will take some time to receive a reply from Peter.

Of course, there may be no reply…