Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Little Hangleton, Riddle House.

The reason why this place is called Riddle House is naturally because the owners of the mansion are the Riddle family.

However, this family died suddenly half a century ago. The cause of death was strange, as if they were frightened to death.

The case finally became an unsolved case. The police did not catch the murderer, so it was left unresolved.

At this time, in the Riddle House that had been abandoned for half a century, Peter was trembling and standing respectfully aside.

"Where is Nagini?" A sharp, extremely strange voice sounded.

Peter still stuttered.

"I, I don't know, master, it should go to find prey by itself."

"Feed it some milk when you see it later. Feed it before we go to bed. Don't let it starve."

Peter asked tremblingly.

"How long will we stay here, Master?"

"At least a week." The cold voice said, "At least before the Quidditch World Cup is over, we can't do anything for the time being, and this place is still comfortable."

"Master, why do you have to wait until the Quidditch World Cup is over?"

"During the World Cup, there are too many people coming here. Those Aurors will definitely be on high alert. No big trouble can happen during the game, which will make the British Ministry of Magic a laughing stock in the world."

The voice paused for a moment, and then he suddenly said in a low voice.

"Oh, in fact, this may not be an opportunity..."

Peter swallowed his saliva, and it can be seen that he was very nervous, but there were some things he had to say.

"Master, Master, I can see that your ambition has not changed."

"Of course it hasn't changed, Wormtail." The cold voice seemed to reveal a threatening tone.

"But, but why must you choose me?" Peter shrugged his shoulders, his face pale and frightening, "I am timid and useless, and my strength is not outstanding..."

The scene fell into silence, and Peter trembled and added hurriedly in a panic.

"I am still loyal to you, my master, and I am willing to sacrifice my life for you, but... but I am afraid that I will be useless and ruin your plan."

"So you offer to find a replacement for me? I guess... maybe you are tired of serving me, right, Wormtail? You suggest abandoning the original plan, are you just trying to abandon me?"

"Master! I... I have no intention of leaving you, not at all-"

"Don't lie to me!" the voice hissed, "I know everything, Wormtail! You have been regretting coming back to me. I disgust you. I can see that you shrink when you see me, and I feel that you tremble when you touch me..."

"That's not the case! I am loyal to you-"

"What "You are not so loyal, you are just a coward. If you had somewhere else to go, you would never come here. And I need you to feed me every few hours. How can I live without you? Who feeds Nagini?"

"But you look much stronger, master--"

"Ah, yes, a strong wizard who needs to be fed even for meals, do you think so? Wormtail."

"I hate people lying to me, but you are necessary." The cold voice said softly, "You are the first servant to find me. Although you are not so smart or so loyal, what you represent is very important. You are my best choice, just like the other best choice is Harry Potter."

Peter's face was extremely pale, which was extremely abnormal, not like the paleness that could be revealed by fear or nervousness.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to continue to say something, but because of his fear of another thing, he closed his mouth again and did not have the courage to say anything.

At the same time, more than 200 kilometers away, at the home of Privet Road, Little Whinging, Harry suddenly sat up from the bed.

He panted violently, covering the hot scar on his forehead with his hand, and unconsciously recalled the dream he had just had in his mind.

At this time, a transparent figure floated out and looked at him with a worried look.

"The scar is hot again?" Lily asked.

Harry looked at his mother who was accompanying him, and the tension and inexplicable fear in his heart were reduced a lot.

"I had a strange dream, mother."

Lily sat down in front of his bed gently, stretched out her transparent hand, and although she couldn't touch Harry, she still gently stroked his hair.

"Is it a nightmare?"

Harry stared at the ceiling and said.

"I dreamed that in an old house, Peter knelt in front of that person, and they seemed to be planning something."

Lily's hand trembled obviously.

"That person?"

Harry said the name that was taboo in the wizarding world.

"Voldemort, I didn't see him, but I recognized his voice."

Lily's eyes became serious.

She knew better than Harry that this was not a small accident.

"This is very different, Harry. You can't keep this secret. You must tell it to someone you trust, such as Dumbledore."

But Harry shook his head.

"I don't know where Professor Dumbledore is now, Mum, and how can I write to him? Say in the letter that the scar on my forehead has reopened?"

"What about Professor Forrester? He researched the magic on your forehead. He will definitely know what to write."

Lily's words reminded Harry, and he sat up from the bed excitedly.

"Yes, there is also Professor Forrest. He lives on Magnolia Road not far from me. He has been on vacation for almost a month and I haven't looked for him yet!"

Having Lily by Harry's side not only gives him companionship as a mother, but also gives him some adult reminders on certain things.

Harry lay down on the bed again, but he was no longer sleepy, so he stayed up until dawn.

Lily didn't always come out to accompany him. Harry remembered Sherlock's instructions to keep Lily outside for at most one hour every day.

Early in the morning, when Aunt Petunia was busy making breakfast in the kitchen and Dudley was holding his stomach and banging on the bathroom door, roaring in pain and telling Uncle Vernon to hurry up, Harry sneaked out of the Dursley's house.

The morning air was fine, and he jogged to say hello to Mrs. Figg who was out for a walk.

This old lady was a neighbor of the Dursleys and the only one willing to help take care of Harry when the family was away.

Watching Harry running away, Mrs. Figg narrowed her eyes, turned around and muttered to herself.

"Looking for him? Then I shouldn't have to follow him..."