days at Hogwarts

"All right!"

Professor Moody suddenly looked solemn: "Introduce yourself, Alastor Moody, a former Auror, dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... I came because Dumbledore asked me to teach, It’s that simple, nothing more.”

"Is there a problem?"

Moody's eyes searched the little wizards, and he forced a smile and continued, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin, introducing the situation of this course. It seems that on how to deal with dark magical animals, You've learned a lot of the basics...you've learned how to deal with boggarts, red hats, hinkpunks, grindylows, Cabba, and werewolves, right?"

"..." The students whispered in agreement.

"But in terms of how to deal with spells, you haven't learned enough, not enough!" Moody clapped his rough hands, "Spells, they have many forms, and their effects are different. You are not in the sixth grade, so it is logical that you should Said, I shouldn't tell you what the illegal Dark Curse looks like. According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, now I should only teach you various breaking spells."

"But in my opinion, the sooner you understand what you are dealing with, the better. If you have never seen something, how can you protect yourself from it?"

"If a wizard wants to recite an illegal spell for you, he will not tell you his plan. He will not recite the spell for you in a frank, fair and polite manner... To defend against black magic, I always advocate more practice. Therefore. , I am going to let you experience what wizards do among themselves."

"You must be ready and alert! You'd better put that thing away while I'm talking, Miss Brown."

Moody's rotating magic eye locked on Lavender's body. Lavender's face turned red and she hurriedly put away the fortune-telling chart hidden under the table.

Moody continued to lecture, but the magic eye was still locked on Lavender: "First of all, can any of you tell me how many types of Unforgivable Curses there are?"

This question shocked the hearts of the little wizards. No one raised their hands for a long time. Even Hermione hesitated: "Three kinds, sir."

Moody turned around and wrote Unforgiven on the blackboard, and then asked in an appreciative tone: "Then why is it called this?"

"Because they are unforgivable, and using any of them will—"

"They will send you directly to Azkaban, that's right." Moody's chalk clicked on the blackboard. "The Ministry of Magic said that you are too young and should not experience such a curse, but I don't think so. I think, as I just said, you must know your opponent, be prepared at all times, and..."

Moody suddenly slowed down and stared at Seamus with his eyes: "Find another place to put the gum instead of sticking it under the desk, Finnigan!"

Loren and others sitting in the front row turned and looked back. Seamus was startled. As he put down his chewing gum, he couldn't help but whisper: "No, this old man has eyes behind his back."

Before he finished speaking, a piece of chalk was thrown directly at him, and Moody shouted in a rough voice: "And it's easy to hear!"

In the silent classroom, Hermione carefully observed what the fake Professor Moody was doing. At least for now, he seemed to be a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, perhaps even better than the previous professor.

Hermione was thinking to herself, and her eyes were unconsciously attracted to the white quill that was constantly shaking under her eyes. Looking sideways, Loren was spinning his brand new quill, which was white and reflective, attracting attention.

"..."

How long has it been since then, and he still has the heart to write?

Hermione held down his restless hand, and the shaking quill fell to the table.

……

On the third floor, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Dumbledore and Snape's room filled with weird gadgets was dark and quiet, with dark curtains covering the windows and only thin light coming in.

They had also been here when the previous owners of the office were here. During those days when Lockhart was here, the walls were covered with photos of Lockhart smiling and studying. When Lupine was here, he often encountered some very strange and new dark magic animals, which were brought by Lupine for the students to study in class. Now there are a lot of strange things in the office. , probably something Moody used when he was an Auror.

There are various detection equipment on the table, mirrors and silverware rotate slowly, occasionally reflecting strange figures.

On the corner of a small table, there was a strange golden antenna, which was suddenly twisted as if it had been broken off, and was making a gentle buzzing sound.

"Alastor's detector will tremble when it detects conspiracy and lies, just like it does now." Dumbledore looked at the antenna with interest and twirled his beard in annoyance, "It seems like there is no way to send someone here." It comes in handy, the kids are making up lies about their unfinished summer homework these days, there are too many distractions.”

Snape's expression was cold: "Have you ever thought that the detector kept ringing because it detected the conspiracy of the fake Mad-Eye?"

"Well..." Dumbledore thought seriously for a moment, "You are right, Severus, it is indeed possible... So, have you found the evidence? Are you sure that Alastor was disguised as Polyjuice Potion? of?"

"Although Morgan is lazy, slow, and always gets things done, he has an excellent mentor..."

Dumbledore glanced sideways for a moment. Severus' tone was calm and his expression was calm. Those who didn't know it thought he was praising someone else.

"...Polyjuice potion is a very classic potion. That night he peeked into my storage room. Although he was well disguised, his magic eyes were always paying attention to the African tree snake skin." Snape finally made a judgment .

"It seems that our friend is eyeing your medicinal ingredients, and he is making long-term plans for his own polyjuice potion." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Snape's forehead twitched a few times. Dumbledore looked at the furnishings in the room, quietly feeling the warning magic attached to various things, and thinking about how to explore this office without touching these magics.

And, find Alastor...

There was something similar to a mirror hanging on the wall opposite, but what it reflected was not the scene in the room. There were many dark figures dangling around inside, but they were all blurry and couldn't be seen clearly.

Suddenly, a figure stuck to the mirror. The blurry and distorted mirror made it difficult to see the facial features. Only the eyes, which had no pupils and were all white, were particularly clear.

Snape was startled and glanced at the principal calmly.

"Oh, magic mirror, I haven't seen it in many years..." Dumbledore smiled easily, "Alastor once told me that if you can see the whites of those figures' eyes clearly, it means you are really in trouble. , then we need to open the box.

Upon hearing this, Snape looked towards the deepest part of the office.

The most conspicuous box in the room is placed under the window there. It is made of wood and covered with white veins like crescent moons and willow branches. The keyholes of seven locks are lined up in a row.

Dumbledore walked to the locked box, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then pointed his wand at the keyhole.

"[Alajo Cave Opens]"

Snape frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. There were several anti-locking spells mixed on the seven keyholes. Even if Potter came with an empty mind, he could see that these iron locks could not be opened by anti-locking spells... …Why did he just do that?