days at Hogwarts

"Professor Moody!"

As a surprised voice sounded, Professor McGonagall was walking quickly from outside the auditorium door, holding a stack of books in her arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall." Moody calmly withdrew his wand.

"You, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall's eyes followed the ferrets scurrying around on the table.

"I want to teach some dirty, despicable coward who tries to attack people behind their backs a lesson, but there are two brave little guys who want to challenge me..."

Moody slowly put his hand into his coat, took out a curved wine bottle, raised his head and took a big sip. The movement of raising his arm affected the clothes, revealing a few inches of wooden carved artificial legs under his body, like claws.

"Ah..." Moody exhaled as if he had drunk strong alcohol, and said in a rough voice: "It just so happened that I didn't understand the level of the fourth grade students, so I tried their abilities."

"Lesson?" Professor McGonagall held up the book in her arms and looked at the ferrets with wide eyes. Her expression gradually became serious and she said in a deep voice, "Moody, we never use transformation as a means of punishing students. Professor Dumbledore must have told you!"

"He probably mentioned it..." Moody put away the flask and scratched his chin carelessly, "But I think some guys need to be scared hard..."

"We can imprison him, Moody! Or report the person to the dean..."

"I'll do that next time."

The perfunctory tone made Professor McGonagall frown. She waved her wand and restored the deformed ferret into an owl: "The professor and the students violated school rules by casting spells in the auditorium and openly confronting... This is too bad. I must report it to Dumbledore." Lido, let him explain to you the duties of a professor!"

She raised her eyes to look at the little wizard opposite and said in a slower tone: "Who was involved? I need you to go to the principal's office and explain what happened."

Loren took the first step, followed closely by Hermione. The two of them walked to Professor McGonagall in silence, looking extremely well-behaved.

Harry and Draco followed suit, silently walking to Loren's side and following the professor to the principal's office... Ron scratched his head and finally followed suit.

……

Looking at the retreating figures of several people, the auditorium gradually returned to order under the greetings of the prefects. Some young wizards are still in a trance...

Seamus and Dean were standing next to the Gryffindor table. They were expecting Professor Moody to teach Malfoy a lesson. In the blink of an eye, they saw Harry confronting the professor. When they came back to their senses, they saw Loren holding the wand. Standing in the middle and picking it casually, Professor Moody's Transfiguration and Harry's powerful disarming spell were all knocked away?

Both of them were blown away!

Seamus looked up at the dome of the auditorium, his eyes were dull and his mouth was slightly open, looking very unintelligent.

Dean pulled him slowly to sit down on the stool. In front of him was a mess of cups and plates. The ferret had knocked over the stew pot and mushroom soup, and water was still dripping from the table.

"Why does Harry want to help Malfoy?" Dean's head was still a little dizzy, "I thought the new Professor Moody was with us, but now he seems to be against us."

"Isn't the point of it not that Loren lifted the curse on two people at once..." Seamus murmured in a dazed voice.

George next to him had just recovered from his surprise. He pulled Fred and asked in a low voice: "Did you see clearly? Just for a moment?"

Fred nodded and smacked his lips. As a senior who was two years ahead of them, let alone easily overturning an old professor's magic, even if he practiced it repeatedly with the Iron Armor Curse, he might not be able to stop it.

George sighed sadly: "It seems that we can't get the 1000 Galleons from the competition."

"I don't think so!" Fred straightened his back and raised his chin, "He's not old enough either, but he must not have thought of the age-enhancing drug as a good idea."

George was silent for a moment: "We have already preached this method, and... Loren is the leader of the Potion Club..."

Fred's shoulders slumped and he scratched his head with a very distressed expression.

……

Principal's office.

The dusty Sorting Hat was upside down on the shelf. Fox, with shiny feathers, huddled most of his body behind the Sorting Hat, and carefully poked his little head out from the tip of the hat. His bean-sized eyes were bright.

The paintings of past principals on the wall have more dignified expressions and more elegant postures than the last, but their eyes are all spinning, and there is uncontrollable excitement in their eyes.

"...The famous Harry Potter blocked my magic..." Moody said in a rough voice, his terrifying evil eyes turning continuously, "This little witch said that I shouldn't use transfiguration... ...Ha! I think it’s very interesting, and I just want to try it out to see how good the little guys are..."

This little witch...

Dumbledore paused while serving the tea and took a sip calmly. He still had a smiling expression. His azure eyes were hidden behind his crescent moon glasses, clear and deep.

Loren sniffed, picked up the teacup and took a sip, narrowing the corners of his eyes and smiling.

As expected, he deliberately sat next to Professor Moody and smelled a familiar smell.

The smell of sapgrass and amphora is a little weak, and the smell of African tree snake skin and bicorn horn powder is not strong enough. They may have sold inferior and expired medicinal materials... However, the lacewings that have been boiled for 21 days It smells like nothing.

Polyjuice Potion is so missed.

Hermione blinked, looked at Loren, and then at Dumbledore, feeling that their expressions were somewhat similar.

Besides, Professor Moody was really wondering why he called this little witch, as if he didn't know her name.

They met at the Ministry of Magic...

Has Professor Moody forgotten?

"Miss Granger is right!" Professor McGonagall was a little annoyed. "Mr. Moody, you are now a professor, not an Auror, a student, not a dark wizard, and not a criminal! The correct way to deal with it is to confine yourself or contact him. Dean, you should take a good look at the school rules of Hogwarts!"

"I'll do that," Moody said calmly.

Draco sat silently at the edge. The glimmer in his light-colored eyes was complicated and difficult to understand. The panicked look of the ferrets was still in front of him... He was just a little short of turning into a random person in front of everyone in the auditorium. If a person plays with an animal, the shame and pain will befall him.

What saved him was the stupid guy Harry Potter...

"Don't look at me like that!" Moody suddenly turned his head and stared at Draco, "I sincerely suggest you, don't think about retaliating against me, even if you have a school director father!"

The twisted and ferocious face forced out a weird smile: "Yes, I have known your father before, son... you can tell him that Moody is paying close attention to his son..."

"Okay, the head of your house is Snape, right?" Moody suddenly raised his voice and roared.

"Yes." Draco lowered his head, as if frightened by the magic eye.

"An old friend too! Come on, boy..." Moody was about to reach out to grab Draco's arm.

boom.

Dumbledore put down the tea cup, and the porcelain made a soft clang on the wooden table: "Okay, Alastor, you go find Snape first. I want to have a good chat with the children..."