Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

In the morning of second day, Harry woke up groggyly, and his whole person was in a state of sleepwalking. When he woke up, he found that he was already sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. superior.

The classroom is noisy and people are coming one after another. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown walked in arm in arm. When Parvati saw Harry, fiercely glared at him and said loudly, "I have an appointment with Aiden. We will go out together next Hogsmeade weekend."

Lavender asked with interest: "Is that the Beauxbatons boy who danced with you at the prom?"

"That's right." Parvati said loudly, glancing proudly. Harry glanced and passed by them.

Since the prom, she has always been indifferent to Harry. Every time she saw Harry, she would turn her head very hard, leaving him with the back of his head. Harry wanted to ask Ron if she met him. In the same situation, but thinking that Padma and them are not in the same house, I can only give up.

"You should be more concerned about her at the prom, you see... now the retribution is coming." Hermione muffled her face with a thick book.

"But she had a great time," Harry said stiffly.

He quietly glanced back, Parvati and Lavender sat in the back two rows of seats, talking and laughing, he could not see anything strange at all, Lavender took out a thick book from his schoolbag, mysterious Show it to Parvati.

"I ordered it through owl, it's very beautiful..."

In the last few minutes before class, a voice came from outside the door:

"It's called the magic phonograph. It was placed in the living room at home on the second day of its launch. When you listen to music, you can see The Weird Sisters group hovering over your head. To be honest, my mother doesn't like them , It’s too noisy... but there’s no way, there’s only this."

Draco · Malfoy regretfully said, walking into the classroom surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, he looked all around, and deliberately showed it when he saw Harry Surprised expression: "Hey, Potter! Did you sleep well last night? Still put on smoky makeup?"

His two attendants smirked and pointed fingers at Harry's dark circles.

Harry clenched his fist, Ron hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't be impulsive, Harry, he would like you to do this! You just have to touch him with your little finger, and he will have an excuse..."

"Your courage has become smaller," Draco said in a slow tone. He walked over and looked down at Harry, whispering in a very small voice, "I learned a few more magics this holiday season. , Potter...it’s not a small mess, I pulled out a handwritten note from my grandfather’s house, maybe we can try some time..."

"What do you want to say?" Harry pressed Said angrily.

"Oh, I forgot," Draco harboring malicious intentions said, "Your hometown was bombed to ruins, and there is no inheritance. Maybe you can ask Weasley next to you? If he The family is not poor enough to sell these things for a good..."

"Do you want to duel, Malfoy?" Harry asked him angrily, "Or report Filch under the guise of a duel. Like in your First Year? You can do such a thing, can't you? You can't show courage!"

Draco's pale blushed.

"See you at the Duelling Club, Potter." He dropped a sentence and left in a hurry.

Harry looked at his back, shaking with anger. "Don't pay attention to him, Harry," Hermione lifts the head from a thick book, calmly said: "Counting this time, he has provoked you three times in a row recently. You know the reason."

"He must have learned some dark magic, Harry, you have to be careful." Ron was also very angry.

Harry’s anger was instantly extinguished. Of course he knew the reason. Those two classes last week were Snape's behalf. If there was a conflict, he would use his knees to figure out who Snape would be biased. This made Draco His arrogance became more and more arrogant.

Especially in the first class of last week, Draco quietly showed him a badge, telling Harry regretfully that if the other badges were not confiscated, he would send it to every Slytherin student. It is used to show support for Hogwarts' true champion squad.

If Neville hadn't maintained a consistent sensitivity to Snape's aura and had issued an early warning to resolve the danger, he might have been deducted.

The class bell rang, and the students sat down obediently, waiting for a flying black robe to come in. At this time, they heard the "tuk tuk" sound of the distinctive wood hitting the floor, and many young wizards (mostly Gryffindor) stared wide-eyed with joy.

"I never thought I would be like this, looking forward to seeing the face of Professor Moody." Ron whispered, Harry secretly agreed.

Moody appeared at the door, terrifying and terrifying as usual, but many students uttered low cheers. He stood at the door and scanned for a week, and the blue magic eye in his eye socket kept spinning.

Quiet quietly in the classroom.

Moody walked hard to the podium on crutches, put the crutches on the table with a stack of parchment sandwiched in his arms, he pulled out wand (the students' expressions were awkward), and gently Wave, a roster flew out from the drawer of the podium.

"You should have heard that I was controlled by someone last semester. A scumbag disguised himself as me and gave you lessons." Moody said dumbly. Silent, they heard something, but no one was sure.

"They confused my mind and made me think everything was normal, so muddleheaded for a semester, until Christmas night, the conspiracy of Death Eater hiding in the school was exposed and decided before leaving Get rid of me... I was lying on the bed, just like a corpse. I didn’t respond to the sound in the room. Thanks to the two students for delaying the time, or I would die in my sleep. Worthless..." Moody said softly, looking at Harry and Ron, Harry felt his face wasn't that scary anymore.

"In order to cure me, your Professor Haip tried a lot of ways, but...some memories are still lost, so I decided to get to know you again."

He shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, riddled with scars face, and started to roll the call.

The classroom was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere. When Moody called the call, the students who had their names raised their hands in response, and Moody on the podium seemed to have seen them for the first time. Those fake eyes stared at them one by one.

After the roll call, Moody picked up the crutches on the podium, limped around in the classroom, and said dumbly:

"The next few lessons, I I will tell you about my experience over the past six months. This is a good example. You seem to think that the dark wizard is too far away from you. However, it turns out that you spent half a year with an evil dark wizard day and night. He took himself Disguised as a retired old man who is withdrawn and unsocial-smart! I will talk about these later, and I will tell you the details I remember without reservation."

"You There is only one thing to do. Go back and think about it. What is the reason you are still alive?"

"Teacher, professor, what did you say?" Lavender Brown said in astonishment.

"I said," Moody waved his big rough hand, the magic eyes stared at her, "Take a moment to ask yourself a question, a powerful dark wizard, in the past half a year Here, I can pull out the wand at any time, point at your nose, and chant the killing curse.

And the fact is, you are all safe, isn’t it, Miss Lavender?"