Since the dawn of October, Professor Sybil Trelawney has been losing weight, which has made her already ugly face, with her strange outfit, look more like a ghost.

Her divination class is getting worse and worse...... She would even say strange and hysterical things in class.

Senior Inquisitor Umbridge was even more brazen, and almost told Professor Trelawney that she would be expelled from Hogwarts. Looking at her like that, it seems that she is making up her mind to fire at least one person in the near future and make an example of her.

Students can almost guess this, and it seems only a matter of time before Trelawney is fired from Umbridge.

Especially the prophecy that is rumored on campus, Christopher Patrick...... It's even been advertised as miraculous!

Jon is now a well-known "master of prophecy" throughout the school - in the past week, several girls have come to him to ask him what kind of husband their future husband will be.

This made Jon laugh and cry......

The other professors, however, were not influenced by Umbridge......

Including Mad-Eye Moody, Umbridge had never been to the swamp of the Quidditch pitch except for the previous one, where Professor Moody had taken them to Auror training.

It's as if nothing has happened.

......

During this time, Jon spends most of his time in the library.

Professor Dolores Umbridge is happy to give a certificate of entry and exit to the library's forbidden section for a good student like Christopher Patrick, who respects the Ministry of Magic and herself herself.

Although Mrs. Pince was quite dissenting about this, she had no say in the face of the senior investigator.

Jon has been in the forbidden book section, looking up some information...... It's a pity that it took nearly two weeks, and he still didn't seem to get anything.

One day at the end of October, at breakfast time, when Jon was in the hall, at the Slytherin table, he was stunned—

"What do you think?" Draco Malfoy suddenly sat down next to him and patted him on the shoulder.

Crabbe and Goyle skillfully sat on either side of the two, preventing others from sneaking closer.

"Nothing!" Jon smiled reluctantly.

"Did you have a Defence Against the Dark Arts class this morning?" asked Malfoy, looking a little distracted.

"yes......" Jon nodded.

A piece of parchment rolled up was quietly slipped to Jon by Malfoy...... At the same time, he whispered, "Bring this to Moody...... My father gave me ...... It's the Dark Lord's orders, keep it carefully, and don't let anyone find out......"

"Oh, is it?" Jon's breathing became a little quicker, and he asked casually, "Why don't you go get it to him yourself?"

"This ......," Malfoy's face couldn't help but turn a little ugly, and he explained, "I had a little conflict with Moody last year, so I didn't really want to face him, in case I missed the Dark Lord's big ......"

It seems that the sable incident really brought a serious psychological shadow to poor Draco Malfoy.

"Alright!" Jon secretly slipped the note into his pocket as he raised his voice abruptly, "Oh, Draco...... The Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch match starts next Sunday, right...... Okay, I got it!

As he spoke, Jon gave Malfoy a look.

Because he saw Ron Weasley of Gryffindor leaning this way, and looking at his expression, it seemed as if he was trying to eavesdrop on something.

"Yes!" Malfoy understood, and said loudly, "I promise you, I'll beat Gryffindor to the ground!"

......

Jon didn't try to open the rolled parchment, though he was just as curious about its contents.

But it's Voldemort's stuff after all...... If Voldemort put some curse on it, and as soon as he opened it, he let himself be tricked, and it wouldn't be fun!

In the morning, he first had a Charms class, and he showed off a perfect "Exorcism Charm" in front of Flitwick, which won the praise of the Charms teacher...... Jon helped Slytherin score five points.

After the Charms class, the next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Mad Eye Moody's classes were still as usual, exhausting, but there was a real way to learn something.

After less than two months of study, Jon and the others have been taught a lot of Auror combat experience by Mad Eye Moody.

Although the members of the Knights of Walples in the same class dismissed it and considered it meaningless...... But Jon explained it to them like this: "Master the art of mastering the razor!"

As all the students were exhausted and out of breath, the bell rang for the end of class at the castle.

Mad-Eye Moody gave the order, and the students of the two houses dragged their tired bodies out of the Quidditch pitch.

Jon deliberately grinded and stayed at the end of the line.

......

In fact, Jon could guess what Voldemort had written on that piece of parchment.

It was probably Voldemort's undercover agent in the Ministry of Magic, who knew that the Aurors of Fudge's faction had recently been ready to take action against Mad-Eye Moody (Barty Crouch Jr.) and told him to leave quickly.

If it weren't for such an urgent matter, I'm afraid Lucius Malfoy wouldn't have let his son take such a big risk.

This means that unless Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic completely tear their faces, it won't be long before Moody leaves the campus.

This made Jon a little embarrassed.

During this time, he had a question that he wanted to ask an expert in the dark arts...... Mad-Eye Moody is naturally quite proficient in this, but he is not very familiar with Moody, so he is not very easy to speak.

But now, there's not much time left.

Clutching the parchment in his pocket, Jon walked over to Professor Alastor Moody, who was about to leave.

......

"Patrick?" Mad-Eye Moody frowned as he turned around and noticed another student, "Why haven't you returned to the castle?"

"Sir, I would like to ask you something. Jon said calmly.

"Then ask, kid, ask......" Professor Moody waved his hand impatiently?

"Sir, I would like to ask if you know...... Blood Curse?" Jon asked with a pleading expression.

"Blood Curse?" Alastor Moody's hideous face turned to look at Jon, and his hoarse voice slowly spoke, "How much do you want to know?"

"Everything!" Jon replied.