Chapter 506

Chapter 506 The Devil Professor Peter York!!

Looking at Peter's playful look, Ronton felt bad and quickly said, "About… Professor York, wait a minute…"

But Peter's doppelganger didn't give him time to speak, and a spell rushed straight down, scaring Ron into a donkey rolling away.

"Good response,"

Peter smiled and said, "I'm going to do it, you don't have a chance if you don't fight back, and I don't have a way to concede defeat here, so either I'll send you to the infirmary or you'll beat me to become the winner." Go ahead, Ron! "

Are you a ghost? Ron looked at the doppelganger in front of him in horror and swallowed the words he was about to shout.

At this time, the students who were watching in the audience also became quiet from the previous excitement, and looked at the one-sided game on the stage with a frightened face.

The ten students on the stage were beaten proudly by Peter's doppelganger, and several students opened their mouths to admit defeat, and Peter's doppelganger continued to attack them with magic as if he had not heard.

The screams made the expressions of the students in the audience twitch, and even the students who were originally full of confidence were eager to retract their heads and hide far away.

Peter's body, standing leisurely on the edge of the ring, admired the various expressions of the students, and seemed to prevent the students from escaping from here, directly turning the classroom door into a thick wall with a magic wand, and the students were very speechless.

After the ten students were abused for ten minutes, Peter ended the game and said with a very disappointed tone: "You are really disappointing me, you are already sixth grade students, you can't even support for a few minutes, one by one, they only know how to ask for forgiveness and admit defeat, and they will not fight back." Well, let's go down first and reflect on it. "

The students on the stage were miserable at this time, one by one, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, some people were blown up and their hair was erect, some eyebrows were gone, some people were constantly vomiting, some people had front teeth growing to the ground, it looked like two lasagna noodles hanging from their mouths…

As soon as they heard that they could step down, the students on the stage cried with joy one by one, and rushed to the stage, afraid of being left at the end.

"About… Professor York, Uwu… I can't move my feet…"

A weak voice came over, it was Ron, his face was swollen like a balloon, and he wanted to cry without tears and moved a stiff retreat.

Peter raised an eyebrow, suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and a wand went down, unlocked the magic on his leg, and then said gently: "Ron, you did well today, the casting level is average, but the reaction is sensitive, and I am a little surprised to be able to stay in the ring for eight minutes without being knocked down." Come on, try to last longer next time. "

I don't want to have a next time at all! Ron groaned in his heart.

But looking at the smiling Peter in front of him, who didn't know how dark his heart was, he barely squeezed out a smile on his face, "Thank you Professor York, I will try." "

"Okay, time is running out, so let's get on stage."

Peter stood on the stage and urged with a smile.

But looking at the swollen nose and face, limping to the last group of classmates, the remaining students were full of panic and did not want to go on stage at all.

Peter looked at the ten students who were reluctant to take the stage, smiled and shouted, "Harry, Hermione, and Draco, your Defense against the Dark Arts last semester were all (excellent), as a top student, you must set an example, come to the stage quickly." Don't be shy, just play on stage. "

The three people named by Peter wanted to cry without tears, and stood in the ring with the expression of going to the execution ground, and other students also took the stage one after another.

When the bell rang, the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom opened, and all the students rushed out without turning their heads, as if the classroom behind them was a man-eating magic cave.

"I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall, Uwu… Professor York is so disgusting! "

Hermione rushed out of the classroom, covered her head with a wizard's face, and complained with tears in her eyes, "It's a shame that he actually burned my hair!" "

"You're all right, Professor Peter didn't punch you in the face because you were a girl. Look at me and Harry, what a swollen face! Sizzle."

Ron said disapprovingly, and then touched his swollen face, and his face wrinkled in pain between sleep.

Harry also said with a look on his face, "It's nothing, don't you see what Professor York did to me?" He actually threw black spells at me!. Say I'm a savior, so I need more rigorous training! My God, several times I thought I was dying! "

"You mean I deserve to be burned out of my hair?"

The betrayal of the two did not win Hermione's sympathy, but instead made her look at them with a dangerous look.

The two cleverly shook their heads quickly, afraid of provoking the furious lioness.

Ron also sighed, "Hermione, we can go to the infirmary to find Mrs. Pomfrey, she must have hair growth agent there, and in the blink of an eye, your hair can grow back." "

Hermione let go of the two men who recognized the core, and then said with a cold voice, "I must tell Professor McGonagall to ask Professor York to stop this dangerous way of teaching, this is too inhumane, Professor York is training us as special forces!" "

"Weren't you obsessed with Professor York before, and why are you still accusing him now?"

Ron spat out, not noticing that Hermione had a look of unkindness, and asked curiously, "Also, are special forces a thing?" Is it the name of the Muggle world? "

Harry quickly pulled his nervous friend and shifted the subject to explain, "Special Forces should be a position like the Auror, and Hermione means that Professor York has trained us as an Auror…"

"My dad talked about Auror training, but it wasn't as dangerous as Professor York, and we were completely passively beaten in this lesson."

Ron said, "But to be honest, I finally know Professor York's strength now, we can't even beat one of his doppelgangers, it's really worthy of being able to find Trouble for Voldemort!" If I could have such strength, it would be so cool! "

Ron said with a childlike face.

"Don't dream, let's go to the infirmary for treatment now." This Professor York is simply irresponsible, beating us like this, and letting us go to the infirmary to heal our wounds, what a devil! "

Hermione said without anger, and kept complaining about Peter's actions.

Many people were paying attention to Peter's first class, and when they saw a group of students running to the infirmary with blue noses and swollen faces, the whole school soon knew Peter's teaching method.

Peter became the school's leading figure again, only this time he was given the title of Ghost Professor by his students.

The lower students were glad that they had escaped Peter's reply, and although Professor Snape's poisonous tongue was also unbearable, they preferred to be bloodied by the scolded dog than by Peter's body.

The fifth and seventh graders, who had not yet attended Peter's class, were full of sadness, thinking about how to escape Peter's destruction.

To that end, Fred and George also sent Peter a thank-you note thanking him for making the store's quick-acting truancy candy even better.

Soon it was the turn of the seventh grade students to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and in the dark attention of many students, along with the ringing of the bell at the end of the class, they saw one by one the seventh grade students rushing out of the classroom miserably, as if there were dragons chasing and killing behind them.

"Dear students, remember to go to Madame Pomfrey for treatment, I have already said hello to her, and I will not delay the time."

Peter smiled and squinted at the seventh graders, "Don't think about not going to therapy, and then use this as an excuse not to go to the afternoon class." If I had known, the task for the next lesson would have been aggravated! "