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Chapter 444 Like a talentless actor, the audience can see it at a glance

"Professor Moody!"

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

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

"You, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall's eyes followed the stoats running 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 said slowly He 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 wood-carved prosthetic legs under his body, which looked like claws.

"Ah..." Moody exhaled as if he had drunk strong alcohol, and said in a rough voice: "I happened to not understand the level of fourth grade students, so I gave them a try. Ability."

"Lesson?" Professor McGonagall held up the book in her arms, looked at the ferrets with wide eyes, her expression gradually became serious, and she said in a deep voice, "Moody, let's start with this. Professor Dumbledore must have told you not to use transformation as a means of punishing students!"

"He probably mentioned it..." Moody put away the flask and scratched his chin casually, " But I think some guys need a good scare..."

"We can impose a detention, Moody! Or report the person to the dean..."

"I will do that next time."

The tone was so perfunctory that Professor McGonagall frowned. Wrinkled, she waved her wand and restored the deformed ferret into an owl: "The professor and students violated school rules by casting spells in the auditorium and openly confronting... This is too bad. I must report it to Dumbledore and let him explain it to you." The responsibility of the professor!"

She looked up 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."< br>

Loren took the lead to take the 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 to their senses, they saw Loren carrying Standing in the middle and flicking the wand, Professor Moody's Transfiguration and Harry's powerful Disarming Spell flew away?

Both of them flew away!

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

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

"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 with us. We're facing each other."

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

George next to him had just recovered from his surprise. He pulled Fred and asked softly: "Do 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 1,000 Galleons from the competition."

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

George was silent for a moment: "We have already publicized this method, and... Loren is a demon The person in charge of the medicine club..."

Fred's shoulders drooped 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, with bright bean-sized eyes. .

The paintings of past principals on the wall are more dignified and elegant 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 non-stop, "This little witch said that I You shouldn't use transformation... 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 as he served the tea, and took a sip calmly. He still had a smiling expression, and his azure eyes were hidden behind his crescent glasses. Pure and profound.

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. I probably bought inferior and expired medicinal materials... However, after boiling The lacewings that are 21 days old still have a smell.

Polyjuice Potion is so missed.

Hermione blinked, looked at Loren, and then at Dumbledore, feeling that the expressions of the two people were somewhat similar.

In addition, Professor Moody is really surprised why he calls this little witch, as if he doesn't know her name.

They met at the Ministry of Magic...

Did Professor Moody forget?

"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 Hogwarts school rules!"

"I will do that," Moody said calmly.

Draco sat silently at the edge, the glimmer in his light-colored eyes was complicated and difficult to understand, and the panicked look of the ferrets was still in front of him... only a little bit, in front of everyone in the auditorium. When a person's face becomes an animal for others to play with, the shame and pain will befall him.

The only thing that saved him was Harry Potter, a stupid guy... "Don't look at me like that!" Moody suddenly turned his head and stared at Draco, "Sincere advice, don't even think about it. Try to take revenge on me, even if you have a school director father!"

The twisted and ferocious face squeezed 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 Yes, the head of your house is Snape, isn't he?" Moody suddenly raised his voice and roared.

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

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

Bang.

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

"Albus, you are still as verbose as ever... Some people need a lesson..."

Moody complained gruffly, stood up and limped out, " But just in time, I'm looking forward to having a good chat with Snape..."

Dumbledore stared at his back until he completely disappeared behind the oak door, and he said softly: "Minerva , you go and take a look, don't let them fight."

"Probably not..." Professor McGonagall said uncertainly, thought about it, and immediately stood up and followed.

The departure of the two professors cleared away the solemn atmosphere in the office, and he relaxed as if he could finally breathe. Fox walked out from behind the sorting hat with his head tilted, lying on the branch and looking down with interest.

The paintings on the wall immediately became active, and they gathered together to discuss quietly. In fact, in those days, students were punished corporally, and it was common for administrators to hang students up.

"Does anyone want some pumpkin juice?" Dumbledore blinked, "Compared to black tea, I think you might want something sweet now."

Waiting for their answer , the tea in the cup dropped at a steady speed, and sweet pumpkin juice emerged.

Harry held the cup and asked a little nervously: "Professor, are we going to be in solitary confinement?"

"Well, well, I still need to think about it..." Dumbledore said, "Professor Moody has been talking just now, and now I want to hear your side of the story, especially how you had the conflict."< br>

The expressions of Harry, Ron and Draco suddenly became a little unnatural. They talked hesitantly about what happened in the auditorium, but none of them could explain clearly. At first, they were confused. Leigh and Ron were chatting about Professor Moody, and later they found Draco to test whether he had the idea of ​​reporting Hagrid.

Draco took the opportunity to intimidate the two of them. Ron couldn't help but retaliate, so Draco used the Daily Prophet to stab him a few times. The situation gradually got out of control, and the two People ridiculed and attacked each other, saying a lot of outrageous things, and finally the flames of war spread to their respective mothers.

What happened next happened naturally.

"...That's it." Ron whispered the last sentence and buried his head in shame.

"It's such an energetic and passionate age..." Dumbledore nodded and said with emotion, "Speaking of conflict, I think of something that happened many years ago. I was a young Transfiguration professor. The Herbology class at that time Professor Herbert Bierley, a very enthusiastic theater lover, proposed to adapt the well-loved story of the Fountain of Good Luck into a Christmas performance for teachers and students to enjoy.

"Herbert assigned me to be responsible for the "special effects", which included providing a fully functional good luck fountain, as well as a small grassy slope... Professor Keltburn was responsible for an earthworm prop. I think I can say without boasting that my Fountain of Good Luck and Cao Slope have completed the tasks assigned to them seriously and responsibly..."

Seeing that Dumbledore continues to recall the past, he drinks After finishing a glass of pumpkin juice, Loren couldn't help coughing twice, and cleared the thick syrup in his throat: "Cough, cough..."

Dumbledore smacked his lips in disappointment, and finally remembered the business: "Malfoy, well, this title always reminds me of your father Lucius, can I call you Draco? "

Draco's face felt slightly hot and he nodded reservedly.

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile on his face: "I want to ask, did you really want to sneak attack Harry at that time? Teach him a lesson, show him how powerful he is..."

Draco His face turned pale again, he pressed his lips together, and after hesitating for a long time, he whispered: "I, I don't know."

Ron stared at him fiercely, if his gaze turned into a sword of magic, Draco was now in Lingchi.

Dumbledore didn't seem to care at all and smiled: "When I was your age, even after graduation, I often had this thought. When I was angry, I wanted to take out my wand and give it to someone. Give him a hard time, just like I just said, teach him a lesson and show him how powerful he is."

The young wizards looked at him in surprise, but they didn't expect Dumbledore, who spoke slowly, When I was young, I still had a hot temper.

Except for Loren, who was holding Hermione's cup and concentrating on drinking pumpkin juice.

"This is nothing... Many times we will have dark thoughts, maybe in the next second, maybe in decades. As long as it's not until the last moment, you don't know whether you will act on it or not. Practice."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, "What about you, Harry, why did you want to stop the professor's magic at that time, even if this magic was to help you vent your anger?"

Harry carefully recalled his thoughts at the time. Perhaps he felt that Draco Malfoy had helped them several times, perhaps he was worried that he would report Hagrid, or perhaps something else...

Welcome Looking at Ron's condemning eyes, Harry felt a little ashamed: "I, I don't know, Professor, I had already done that by the time I reacted."

"A quality as beautiful as rubies, Harry." Dumbledore's smile became gentler. "I don't think you have made any mistakes, or have not committed the wrong behavior yet... Therefore, there is no confinement."

Harry, Ron and Draco smiled unconsciously on their faces. They wanted to share this joy with their friends, but when they turned around and saw each other's faces, they all looked away in disgust.

Dumbledore was amused: "Okay, I think you might want to continue discussing the topic in the auditorium. Let's go back first... Loren and Hermione will stay for a while. You seem to have something to say. I said. "

The two of them stayed, and the three of them quickly walked out of the principal's office. As soon as they stepped out of the oak door, the three of them slowed down in unison.

Harry and Ron stared straight at the corridor ahead, but their peripheral vision was focused on Draco, thinking about how to ask him to let Hagrid go.

Draco looked around carelessly. There were countless cruel words in his mind that wouldn't lose face. When he came to his mouth, he just spit out one sentence quickly: "Thank you, Potter."

"What?" Haha Lee looked at him in shock.

Draco's pale ears gradually became filled with blood.

(End of this chapter)