A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 431: New Defense Against the Dark Arts class

The next morning, Harry woke up groggy, in a state of sleepwalking. When he woke up, he found that he was already sitting in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and people came one after another. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown came in arm in arm and when Parvati saw Harry she gave him a hard look and said loudly: "I have an appointment with Aiden, next time Hogsmeade hang out together on weekends."

Lavender asked very interestedly: "That Beauxbaton boy who danced with you at the ball?"

"You're right," said Parvati loudly, casting a haughty glance at Harry as he passed them.

Since the ball, she has been very cold to Harry. Every time she sees Harry, she will turn her head away very hard, leaving only the back of his head. Harry wants to ask Ron if he met In the same situation, but thinking that Padma and them are not in the same academy, they can only let it go.

"You should have cared more about her at the ball, you see... Now the retribution is coming." Hermione covered her face with a thick book and said sullenly.

"But she had a good time too," said Harry stiffly.

He glanced back quietly. Parvati and Lavender sat in the seats in the back two rows, talking and laughing. He couldn't see anything unusual. Lavender took out a thick book from his schoolbag The book, showing it to Parvati mysteriously.

"I ordered it through the owl mail order, it is very beautiful..."

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

"It's called the magic gramophone, it was in the living room at home the day after it was released, and when you listen to the music, you can see the weird sister group hovering above your head. To be honest, my mother doesn't like them. It's too noisy...but there's no way, there's only this at the moment."

Draco Malfoy said regretfully, walking into the classroom surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, he looked around and made a deliberately surprised expression when he saw Harry: "Hey, Potter! Did you not sleep well? Or did you wear smoky makeup?"

Two of his valets smirked and pointed at Harry's dark circles.

Harry clenched his fists, and Ron hurriedly pulled him back, "Don't be impulsive, Harry, he'd like you to do it! You just need to touch him lightly with your little finger, and he'll have an excuse to attack..."

"You're getting less timid," Draco said in a drawling tone. He came over and looked down at Harry, and whispered in a small voice, "I learned a few more spells this holiday, Potter...it's not a joke, I found a manuscript from my grandfather's house, maybe we can try it sometime..."

"What are you trying to say?" Harry said with suppressed anger.

"Oh, I forgot," Draco said maliciously, "your old home was bombed into ruins, and there is no legacy left, maybe you can ask the Weasley next to you? If he The family is not poor enough to sell these things for a good meal..."

"Do you want to duel, Malfoy?" Harry asked him angrily, "or report to Filch under the guise of a duel, like you did in your first year? You can do something like that, yes No? Can't you show some courage!"

Draco's pale face flushed.

"See you at the Dueling Club, Potter." He left in a hurry.

Harry watched his back, shaking with anger. "Ignore him, Harry," Hermione said calmly, looking up from a thick book, "Counting this time, he has provoked you three times in a row recently, and you know why."

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

Harry's anger was extinguished in an instant. Of course he knew the reason. Snape took over the two classes last week. Laco's arrogance became more and more arrogant.

Especially in the first class last week, Draco quietly showed him a badge and told Harry with a regretful face that if the other badges hadn't been confiscated, he would have given them to every Slytherin A student token to show support for Hogwarts' True Warriors squad.

If it weren't for Neville's consistent sensitivity to Snape's aura, and the early warning to defuse the danger, he might have been detained and deducted points.

The class bell rang, and the students sat down obediently, waiting for a billowing black robe to enter. At this time, they heard the distinctive "duk-duk" sound of wood hitting the floor, and many little wizards (mostly Gryffindors) widened their eyes with joy.

"I never thought I'd be like this, looking forward to seeing Professor Moody's face." Ron muttered, and Harry secretly agreed.

Moody appeared at the door, looking as scary as usual, but many students let out low cheers. He stood at the door and scanned for a week, the blue magic eyes in his eye sockets kept turning.

The classroom quickly fell silent.

Moody walked to the podium with difficulty on crutches, put the crutches and a stack of parchment in his arms on the table, he pulled out his wand (the students gave a look), waved it lightly, A roster flew out from the drawer of the lectern.

"You should have heard that I was controlled by someone last semester. A despicable person pretended to be me to teach you." Moody said hoarsely, the classroom was silent, they Some have heard it, but no one is sure.

"They confused my mind and made me think everything was normal, so I passed the semester in a daze until Christmas night, when the Death Eaters conspiracy hidden in the school was exposed, and they decided to get rid of me before leaving Fuck... I was laying on the bed like a dead body, didn't respond to any sound in the room, thanks to the two students for delaying the time, or I would have died in my sleep, dead for nothing... ..." said Moody softly, looking at Harry and Ron, and Harry felt that his face was not so scary anymore.

"In order to cure me, your Professor Haipu has thought of many ways, but... some memories are still lost, so I decided to get to know you again."

He shook his head, brushing his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to call names.

The classroom was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere. When Moody called the roll call, the students whose names were called raised their hands to answer ~IndoMTL.com~ and Moody on the podium seemed to be seeing him for the first time. They, those false eyes stared at them one by one.

After the roll call, Moody picked up the crutch on the podium, walked around the classroom with a limp, and said in a hoarse voice:

"In the next few lectures, I will tell you about my half-year experience, which is a good example. You seem to think that the dark wizard is too far away from you, but, as it turns out, you and an evil He spent half a year with the black wizard day and night, and he disguised himself as a withdrawn and unsocial retired old man, which is a smart way! I will talk about these later, and I will tell you the details I remember without reservation."

"There is only one thing you have to do, go back and think about it, what is the reason you are still alive?"

"Professor, what are you talking about?" Lavender Brown said in astonishment.

"I said," Moody waved his big rough hand, his eyes fixed on her, "take a moment to ask yourself a question, a powerful dark wizard, in the past six months, at any time, Pull out your wand and point it at your noses, and recite the death curse.

And the truth is, you're all right, aren't you, Miss Lavender? "