Under the double blow of grief and pain, the penguin actually fainted on the ground, causing an uproar. The penguin fell to the ground, causing an uproar.

A figure appeared in the foyer, and the audience fell silent.

It was Dumbledore, and Fawkes circled around him and began to circle in the air.

Dumbledore looked at the penguin with a serious look, "This is—"

"Professor Moody, Dumbledore. Alan Harris punished Moody, in his capacity as a school trustee, for taking action at the students. Professor McGonagall introduced the situation in a few words.

Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall, casually raised his arm, and dashed at the penguins on the ground with a spell.

The penguin twitched on the ground and, to the exclamations of the crowd, took on the shape of a half-human, half-penguin - his head and arms remained in the shape of a penguin, but his torso had regained its human form.

"Eren used the Transfiguration technique to use the Tenacity Magic Technique. Professor McGonagall explained.

Ron could barely stand on his feet with a strong vomiting sound, spitting out half white, half yellow filth from his mouth.

"Well, Professor Moody had a good appetite for last night's dinner, so clean up. Professor Dumbledore helped Ron clean his mouth.

Then he unravels Moody's spell again.

Moody finally regained his form, curled up on the ground, motionless.

"Someone needs to get Professor Moody to the infirmary. Professor Dumbledore said, "Well, Mr. Weasley needs to go too. ”

Soon, several Gryffindors walked out under Professor McGonagall's gaze and carried Professor Moody away.

Harry accompanies Ron, who is still vomiting, to the school infirmary while applying a "clean up" to him.

"Mr. Harris, we need to talk in the evening. Dumbledore extended an invitation to Allen.

Alan nodded, Dumbledore beckoned, Fawkes flew to his side, and they disappeared from the foyer without a trace in an instant.

Alan walked over to the place where Moody had fainted, and silently put a few of the penguins that had fallen out of the penguin's torture into the storage compartment.

Then, he walked over to the Ravenclaw table and waited for lunch.

Professor McGonagall looked at his back, and it took a few moments for her wand to point at the books that had fallen to the ground, causing them to rise into the air and return to her arms.

"Alan, that's so cool!" Michael, who had seen the whole process, whispered to Alan.

No matter which academy it was, the people around were excitedly talking about what had just happened.

"Malfoy became a great stoat, and Professor Moody became a penguin. It's going to be talked about for years. Michael raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Alan and Edward on the side couldn't help but laugh. Then Alan began to scoop a large spoonful of the beef smorgasbord onto the plate.

"Professor Moody's should be embarrassed at this point. He teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts, only to fall on Alan. Michael puffed and smiled unkindly.

"And poor Ron Weasley, whose first kiss looks like he'll be holding until after graduation. Edward avoided the long white sprouts on the table, and followed Allen's example to scoop himself a large spoonful of beef spurt.

"What's our afternoon class?" asked Edward, muttering on the beef.

"Fantastic Beasts Protection Class. Alan put down his knife and fork.

"I don't know what interesting animals Hagrid will have in store. "Edward enjoyed the Fantastic Beasts Conservation class, and the animals from last school year were all fun.

"It's better to be a little more stimulating. "Michael is looking forward to it too.

After lunch, as they walked down the slowly sloping lawn to Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid stood outside the door, one hand leading the collar of his great hound teeth.

On the ground at his feet lay several open wooden chests, whimpering and wrestling at their collars, as if they wanted to investigate their contents carefully.

As they approached, a strange clicking sound reached their ears, with the occasional faint explosion.

"Good afternoon!" Hagrid said, smiling at Allen, Edward, and Michael, "You're here so early, you'd better wait a little longer for the Hufflepuff classmates, they don't want to miss this - the whelk!"

"Say it again?" Michael's eyes widened.

Hagrid gestured to the box at his feet.

"Oh, that's disgusting!" Edward looked at them in disgust.

Edward glanced at Michael again, "Exciting enough." ”

"It's so exciting—" Edward muttered as he looked at the snails that were crawling on top of each other, sparks shooting out of their tails from time to time.

"Freshly hatched," Hagrid said proudly, "you can raise them yourself!

"Big project?" Alan didn't care about Hagrid's big project, he was more concerned about Hagrid's fear that he would be in trouble again.

Aunt Josephine is in the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, and she can be contacted to help Hagrid obtain a breeding permit.

For Michael, the more exciting is yet to come. They need to feed these fried snails with ant eggs, frog liver, and emerald snakes.

"Luckily, they're still small. On the way back to the castle, Michael sighed as he looked at the burn on his leg from the snail.

"Once Hagrid figured out how to feed them, they all of a sudden they got big. Edward Road.

Alan felt that Edward was right, Hagrid was definitely good at raising animals.

After dinner, Alan rushed back to the tower and went straight to the topmost Perception room.

With the help of Moody's hair and perception magic he obtained, Alan was able to see Moody without incident.

He walked quickly through the corridors of the castle and was soon back in his office.

He locked the door, pulled a bunch of keys out of his pocket, and then walked over to a box with seven locks, where he inserted the seventh key and lifted the lid.

At the bottom of the box was a large pit, like a basement, and there was a person lying on the floor about three meters deep, skinny, as if asleep.

It's the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden legs were gone, the eyelids of the MONOCULUS were empty, and the gray hair was missing a few pinches.

And the Moody's who opened the box can be determined to be fake.

The face of the fake Mudi changed, the scars gradually disappeared, the skin smoothed, and the mutilated nose grew and shrunk. The long gray hair is shortening and turning a yellowish color.

Suddenly, there was a thud, and the wooden leg fell to the side, and a real leg grew. Then, the enchanted eyeball popped out of its socket, and a real eye took its place. The magical eyeballs rolled to the floor, still dripping and spinning.