And, most bizarrely, even if they wanted to avenge their master's kidnapping and kidnapping Harry or something, it wouldn't be easy to take Harry away with the fake Moody's superb acting skills that no one could see through for the time being? Why bother to let him compete? You know, the contestants appear alone in each round, and there are countless spectators on the spot, so it's not easy to get Harry away in full view, unless you use a portkey- But if they had a portkey, wouldn't it be okay for the fake Moody to trick Harry into touching it? Why bother with Harry going to compete in the Triwizard Tournament? Could they also be planning to cooperate with the seven-year plan designed by Dumbledore to raise a savior and help temper Harry?

Or maybe they wanted to avenge their master's death by killing Harry? This is too unwise, isn't it? Harry's life is tied to Voldemort, and his death means that Voldemort will not be able to make any good of it—maybe these villains may not know this, so they plan to use Harry's participation in the heavily guarded Hogwarts to kill him?

Willow Springs, who gradually forgot about Rita Skeeter's sensational article and full of false gossip and gossip, fell into his own contemplation. As a result, she didn't notice Snape's slightly angry glance, and when he realized that she was staring at his face in a daze, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression became more and more displeased.

Moody's had left the breakfast table at some point.

Willow Springs stared unconsciously in Snape's direction. While she was thinking about her thoughts, a dark shadow suddenly came and stopped at her desk.

"Well, Gryffindor seems to have some bad idea again. A voice as smooth as dark chocolate syrup sounded above her head, and Liu Quan was taken aback, and the fork in his hand clanged and fell into the plate.

Snape stood right in front of her, frowning at her faux pas, his face almost overwhelmed with boredom.

Liu Quan froze down, put all the messy thoughts behind him for a while, and just as he was about to speak, a Gryffindor student hurried into the auditorium, ran directly to the dean's desk, and shouted at his dean, Professor McGonagall, "Professor McGonagall! Professor Moody is in the courtyard...... Turned Malfoy into a ferret!"

Professor McGonagall stood up in surprise, and subconsciously looked back at the entire long table, and saw Snape, whose face was so bad for a moment, and Willow Spring, whose expression was equally surprised, muttered, "This ...... What is going on?!!I must stop him at once!" With that, she hurried around the long table and ran out the door.

Willow Springs, hurriedly following Professor McGonagall. Snape strode angrily as Meteor walked a few steps ahead of her, his face as if Voldemort was coming back.

The group rushed to the site of the incident—under a large tree in the courtyard—and found Malfoy's henchmen—including the standard duo Goyle and Crabbe—forming a semi-arc in horror and slowly reversing backwards, and in the middle of the arc, Malfoy was gone, replaced by a squeaky stoat, and in front of the ferret, the vicious Mad Eye Moody was manipulating it with his wand to roll up and down in the air, rolling back and forth, completely ignoring the frightened and miserable cries of the ferret.

Behind Moody, a crowd of students gathered around to watch the fun, including Cedric Diggory, who looked surprised and amused, and Harry Potter, all staring at the tortured stoat, as if they couldn't believe their eyes, and couldn't help but smile on their faces, as if they thought the scene was funny.

Moody showed no mercy in his spell to float the ferret in the air and roll it up and down, then suddenly threw it to the ground, and roared viciously, "You nasty, coward, scum, villain!"

Liu Quan frowned, his face showing unbearable disgust.

Draco Malfoy may have been a villain clown in the eyes of Gryffindor or the Order of the Phoenix, an ungrown-up, spoiled kid, a bully of his classmates, a mismatch, arrogant, and as hateful as his father, the veteran Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, who could be punished for his labor, or something else, or even severely reprimanded for the wrongdoings he had done—but that didn't mean he deserved to be tortured as a weasel. So far, he has not committed any great sin. He did not deserve such a harsh and cruel punishment.

And what this fake Moody did to Harry and Draco Malfoy exceeded the boundary, which made it especially difficult for Willow Spring to suppress his anger and hatred for him.

Thankfully, Professor McGonagall shouted out before Willow Spring could contain her anger, "Professor Moody, what are you doing?"

The fake Moody's replied without looking back, "Teach." ”

The word choked Professor McGonagall, and Liu Quan couldn't help but lower his voice and scolded fiercely: "Ridiculous!"

Snape had already drawn his wand and looked like he was about to save the students of his house from Moody, but he froze slightly at Willow Spring's words, and glanced at her in disbelief.

Liu Quan didn't notice the subtle changes in him. Her full attention was drawn to the state of affairs in front of her. Professor McGonagall pointed at the ferret in surprise and exasperation, and asked angrily, "Is that...... Is that a student?"

Moody was still using a spell to toss Draco Malfoy's stoats around in mid-air, as if he were enjoying himself.

"Technically, it's just a ferret. He replied in a very contemptuous tone.

Then his wand flipped over, and the ferret flipped in mid-air, and was thrown by the power of the spell onto Crabbe, who was standing closest to him, and happened to fall into the crotch of Crabbe's pants. Crabbe looked so frightened that he was about to pee his pants, and he stood there shivering, as if he wanted to get the ferret out of his pants and throw it out, and was afraid that he would anger Draco Malfoy.

There was a burst of laughter from the students of the other houses who were watching - it seemed that almost no one liked these Slytherins - and Goyle hurried up to help him, reaching into Crabbe's pants and shouting in a panic, "Stand still!

But his shout turned into a scream of pain. Goyle quickly withdrew his hand from Crabbe's pants, and his other hand gripped it painfully—a thin row of tooth marks soon appeared on his hand, bleeding. He had apparently been bitten hard by an angry and panicked Draco Stoat Malfoy.

Moody turned his head and squeezed Harry's intact eyes at the side with a very relaxed expression.

Hareton laughed out loud, as if he were happy.

Amid Crabbe's screams and apparently frightened sobs, the ferret finally emerged from under one of his trouser legs. Professor McGonagall seized the opportunity to quickly wave his wand, and the ferret vanished, and Draco Malfoy stood there again, dazed, his face flushed, glaring at Mad-Eyed Moody in annoyance, and shouting threateningly, "I'll tell my daddy!"

Moody, who had been standing there with his hands folded over his chest, immediately drew his wand and lunged at Malfoy with both hands outstretched, as if intending to turn him into a more interesting critter again.

"Are you threatening me?!"

Malfoy hurriedly turned and ran, deep and shallow, running around the tree as he tried to dodge Moody's attack. But that fake Moody was so much that even Malfoy's mention of his like-minded comrade, veteran Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, didn't dissuade him from punishing Malfoy Jr. He limped after Draco Malfoy on that prosthetic leg, ignoring Professor McGonagall's shouts of "Stop!!" behind him, his voice getting louder and louder.

"Are you threatening me?!How dare you threaten me?!How much do I know about your father's troubles!"

Draco Malfoy bypassed the tree and fled in the other direction. His henchmen hurried after him. Moody looked like he was about to catch up, his eye spun around, his face distorted, and for a moment his gaze swept to Snape, who had never made a sound, and his lips crooked maliciously, a sneer on his face.

"Oh, there's a snake lurking here...... No wonder they teach students like that...... Cowards, cowards, and dregs—"

"Professor Moody!" Liu Quan couldn't take it anymore, took a step forward, and yelled, "Pay attention to your words!"

The fake Moody seemed stunned for a moment, and then quickly smiled crookedly, as if he was very disdainful of Willow Spring's behavior of protecting Snape.

"It's a pity that we can't send him to Azkaban......," he continued, as if he hadn't heard Willow Spring's scream.

"Please be careful, this is not the Wizengamot! you have no right or right to judge and judge others at will!" Willow Quan was really furious, and felt his temples jump to the ground, and blood rushed to the top of his head.

Perhaps Snape did do something wrong. If the innocent victims or their families come to demand an apology or punishment, she has no position or impulse to excuse his mistakes.

He was obsessed with the power of the dark arts, succumbed to Voldemort's eloquent lies and theories, looked down on lowly Muggles and hemp wizards, and resorted to innocent people in order to show his loyalty to Voldemort...... All this can be criticized, judged. He needed atonement and could be punished, and she wouldn't be partial even if she was sad—but none of this was to be done by this vile Death Eater. He pretended to be Moody, as if he was speaking for justice, but in fact, it was only because Snape was exonerated by Dumbledore's testimony after the war, and in the eyes of this Death Eater, he betrayed their great master and great faith!

This fake Moody has stolen the reputation of the real Moody's bravery for his bravery, cloaked in the veneer of justice, and shouted for shady and shady purposes, trying to frame the people of this school!

Willow Springs, glaring angrily at the fake Moody's. And the latter seemed to be finally enraged by Liu Quan's ignorance and indistinguishability between right and wrong, he twisted his expression and sneered at her: "Oh, Professor Evans, are you blinded by emotional stupidity to want to exonerate this villain?"

"Alasto!!" Professor McGonagall shouted, striding up and inserting between the fake Moody and Willow Spring, standing in front of Willow Spring, wand raised at the tip of his wand, but held up in front of Moody's eyes, as if to signal a wordless warning and stop.

The fake Moody sniffled, reluctantly stopped arguing with Liu Quan, and threw a sentence behind her: "We'll see!"

"Alastor!" Professor McGonagall's expression was furious, and her voice sounded harsh like it had never been. "We never punish students with Transfiguration, and we never attack our colleagues with irresponsible words! Dumbledore must have told you that, right?!"

The fake Moody lowered his head slightly, and the eye landed on Professor McGonagall's wand. The tip of the staff was close to his eyes, almost pointing to his nose.

His voice lowered, and he replied, as if he was very annoyed and unwilling, "...... He may have mentioned it. ”

"Then you'll have to remember this time!" Professor McGonagall glared at him, the tip of the staff in front of his eyes, the warning meaning self-evident.

Moody was silent. After Professor McGonagall turned to leave, driving the onlookers away, he rolled his eyes at Professor McGonagall's back, and the magic eye rolled to the back of his head, revealing only the whites of his eyes.

Then he glared viciously at Snape behind Willow Spring, turned around and limped away on crutches, saying to Harry, who was still standing next to him, as he went, "You come with me!"

Harry scrambled to follow, carrying his school bag.

It seemed that in just a few minutes, the people under the trees were all gone. Everyone dispersed, and Willow Spring didn't even dare to look at Snape's expression, lowered his head and hurriedly planned to leave.

As she swept past Snape with her head down, his voice suddenly rang out, hoarse and muffled.

"Please stop doing these stupid and pointless things. ”

Willow Quan stopped abruptly and stared at him sideways as if in disbelief.

Snape's expression was calm, not even his usual mocking look on his face. He looked straight ahead calmly and numbly, his gaze not resting on the person he was talking to.

For some reason, the tip of Liu Quan's nose suddenly became sour. Without saying anything, not even nodding or shaking her head, she lowered her face again and hurried away.