HP: For a better world

Chapter 96 Professor Moody

"So why is he here?" Loial looked at Malfoy, who was leaning back on the sofa with his limbs stretched out.

"Shouldn't you go and flirt with Nottselwyn and the others?" Loial asked Draco with disgust.

Draco snorted, raised his hand that was resting on the back of the sofa and shook it, pouted smugly, and gestured in the direction of Winston: "You don't know this!"

"Our family has now reached a cooperation with him - as a partner, of course I can be here." Draco got up from the sofa, leaned forward on the table, and curled up a malicious smile.

"Hey," he called.

"Shouldn't you be more careful about your attitude toward your boss's partners?"

When Luo Ou looked over, he withdrew his hands, crossed his chest and leaned back in his chair.

Luo curled his lips, glanced at Winston, who was sitting next to them and flipping through a book, and looked Draco up and down critically.

Just by looking at the fact that Malfoy was particularly self-aware and did not put his hands on Winston who was flipping through a book, and that he knew to glance at his expression from time to time, you could tell that Malfoy had some idea of his position.

Although Winster did not interfere in the dispute between the two, he was always in control.

Malfoy was somewhat useful now, which meant that he was beginning to take the initiative to side with Winston.

Only then did Loial soften his expression a little towards the eldest son of a pure-blood family - but Draco swore he didn't notice it at all.

"I don't think I need to please you, 'young master'." Luo taunted.

After Luo Ou finished speaking, he agreed to a truce and stopped paying attention to Malfoy. He followed Winston and took out a book from his bag.

Perhaps because the pain of powerlessness was too deep, the book that Luo took out was an introduction to some tips on casting spells quickly.

Draco punched the cotton with his fist, feeling a little frustrated. He was ridiculed all the time but couldn't fight back, which made him lose interest.

He had no interest in reading on the train, either; this was his first time participating in the company of White - no, Draco amended himself quietly inwardly - Winster and his little henchman.

I didn't expect it to be so boring. It would be better if he and Goyle played wizard chess on the train.

"Okay," Draco pouted, "I won't disturb you from reading."

He turned over on the sofa in boredom. He didn't want to disturb Winster who was engrossed in the show, nor did he have the heart to talk to Cliff who disliked him.

He heard the salesman shouting outside the carriage and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Would you like some candy?" Draco glanced at Cliff, who was obviously attracted by the hawking of the vendors outside and raised his chin, "--It's my treat."

"Would you like anything?" Draco turned to Winston and asked, "I remember you liked licorice wands?"

Winster closed the book, his mind clearly not coming back yet. He absentmindedly scribbled a few times on the book with a pen and replied casually, "Have some, thank you."

Draco's eyes habitually moved to the person he considered the lowest status in the carriage - Loial's butt seemed to have grown rooted, staring at him motionlessly, as if ready to sneer as soon as he opened his mouth.

There's no need to count on him.

Draco leaned out and waved, not caring whether the other party heard him or not:

"Hey, here's your business--"

The salesperson handed the chocolate frog in his hand to a first-year student who was obviously riding the Hogwarts train for the first time, and then walked over pushing a cart.

"Candies, snacks, fruit steaks, do you need anything?" asked the attendant who was also a part-time vendor. He followed Draco's gaze to the basket hanging next to him: "- and today's Daily Prophet, do you need anything?"

Draco turned around: "Do any of you want to read the newspaper?"

Winster raised his hand: "Give me one."

Draco agreed and picked and chose from the cart with a look of disgust. Finally, he chose a few and threw the rest onto the table.

He threw the money over and closed the door.

Winster was holding up the book that had been squeezed out of its place, staring at the table that was occupied by a pile of Chocolate Frog picture books.

"Why did you buy so many?"

"Not much," Draco said nonchalantly, "I still have a few new and nasty flavors left to buy. The few hours of train ride will be enough for us to eat all the way to Hogwarts."

He motioned to Winster to help him unpack the candy.

"I also bought a few white chocolate frogs. Do you want to play with them?" Draco was talking about a game often played by wizard children, where they put a bunch of chocolate frogs together to see who could catch the white one first.

"I'd rather eat them," said Winston seriously, picking out a pack of licorice wands from the candy pile.

Loial was more reluctant to allow frogs to move, but he had seen White skinning chocolate frogs when he was bored - he must have gone mad studying Potions.

Finally, the pile of chocolate chips that he had played with were piled into small flowers, which he swallowed in one gulp.

No food was wasted.

"Trash can explosion?"

Draco sat aside and read, curling his lips, with disgust embodied on his face: "Why is everything coming out this year? Even things like the explosion of trash cans were brought up... I was counting on that reporter to make a big deal out of this matter - just like how you were bitten - I heard that this reporter is very good at reporting."

Draco said regretfully.

"Trash can explosion?"

Winston twitched his lips and saw the small section in the Daily Prophet that Draco was pointing to.

A warning to wizards living next to Muggles about the Statute of Secrecy.

You can't tell anything just by reading the reports.

"I also heard it from my father. Last night, Crouch went to talk to Moody, a very powerful retired Auror. As a result, the trash can outside the door suddenly exploded, scaring the Muggles around." Draco said vividly, "People from the Abuse of Magic Office rushed over overnight... What a good handle, our headmaster will definitely be deeply troubled."

Draco gloated, shaking the paper and holding it up again.

Poor trash can...it's probably destined to end its life in an explosion.

Winster pondered.

"Crouch and his former subordinates were also injured. She probably wants to make a big deal out of this. A former Auror who set a trap at home to harm a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, a typical lunatic recruited by Dumbledore." Draco shrugged. "To be honest, I was really looking forward to today's report."

"it's a pity."

The man's name was Bertha Jorkins. She had returned from Albania after being missing for several months. She was intact, but still a little forgetful.

After returning to Hogwarts and sitting on a bench in the college seat, Winston heard all the gossip - oh sorry, I said it wrong, it was the story - from the Slytherin students around him.

It was just a matter of one night, but it has spread everywhere.

After Jorkins was injured, Crouch's assistant was replaced by Percy Weasley.

Winster looked from Slytherin to Gryffindor. A familiar red-haired girl sitting in the house seat blushed, as if she had heard the discussions of the people around her, and tried to act proud and humble.

But maybe he was also angry - the Weasley twins laughed loudly and appeared from behind the students to make faces at Percy. Percy's face turned the same color as his hair, and he shouted something fiercely - but the school had not officially started yet, so he could not lose points - he was so angry that he forgot the school rules and rushed over.

Fred laughed strangely, and in tacit understanding with George, he pushed a Gryffindor who was laughing happily over.

"Brother, do me a favor!"

Winster heard George's laughter.

The whole school was like boiling water, gurgling and boiling.

Percy pounced on the head of a classmate who was about to faint from laughter.

"Look, look! The fight has started!" Mike secretly tugged at Carl's sleeve and became excited as if to watch the fun. He stretched his neck and tried hard to get over the head of Ravenclaw who just found that Gryffindor was a bit too lively and Hufflepuff who had already started to eat Guava.

Except for Mike, who wanted to stand on a chair to watch the fun, the other Slytherins were also fascinated by the excitement in Gryffindor.

The faculty members sat at the table at the end of the four long tables of the colleges, watching the students playing and fighting with a smile on their faces. Even Dumbledore watched with a smile. Apparently, only Professor McGonagall's blood began to turn red like Weasley's hair.

——But she was not here and missed the beautiful view.

Forgot about Professor Snape. He was not able to join in the fun with a smile. Instead, he was glaring fiercely at each of the reckless guys who tried to stand up from the table.

There was a "bang" sound.

The castle gate was pushed open.

A group of soaked freshmen poured into the hall, and Professor McGonagall protected them like a group of chicks.

Dumbledore tapped his spoon.

Like an invisible wave, the students closest to the teacher's seat quieted down first, and then spread to the surrounding areas.

They sat down in an orderly manner, returned to their seats one by one, and cast their curious and expectant gazes at the freshmen.

"Welcome - welcome, another batch of freshmen has arrived." Dumbledore said loudly.

He looked down with a tolerant look:

Professor McGonagall brought over a stool and placed a dirty, patched wizard's hat on it.

All eyes were focused on it.

A crack moved, and suddenly sang loudly:

“That happened more than a thousand years ago.