The next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still cloudy.

As Alan, Michael, and Edward studied their class schedule for the semester over breakfast, large blue-gray clouds were tumbling overhead.

Although Dumbledore had been very strict about the selection of warriors last night, the unrelenting little wizards were still discussing what magical ways to make them older, and then fool around and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

At that moment, there was a sudden sound above their heads, and a hundred owls flew in through the open window, bringing everyone the morning mail.

Mrs. Harris did not mail Alan any more large packets of pastries and food. Because as long as she prepares enough food in the tower, Eren can take it at any time.

"Alan, this is what my mother asked me to pass on to you. Malfoy handed Alan a large bag of candy and cakes.

"Thank you!" Alan took it with a smile and was not polite.

Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he returned to the Slytherin table in high spirits.

Many times, people will subconsciously reject the kindness of others out of self-protection.

But in fact, at the same time of refusal, you also reject the idea that others want to befriend you.

Never be afraid of owing favors, and don't be afraid that you will not be able to repay others. Friendship is gradually deepened in your comings and goings.

In the first class of the school year, the Ravenclaws felt the difference in the fourth grade, and Professor Flitwick actually took a quiz in the classroom.

"It seems that your little brains have completely forgotten all the knowledge from last semester. Professor Flitwick sighed and began to count them one by one.

A low, deep bell rang out, and class was over. With the exception of Ellen, almost all of the Ravenclaws were relieved and left the Charms classroom.

"Ha, Malfoy, it feels good to see how you looked in the morning, and you paid tribute to Eren respectfully, and received the master's approval?"

In the distance, Alan heard Ron's exaggerated laughter, "Look at the way you looked at that time, like a pug with a tail wagging!"

Alan stepped forward and found that everyone in the foyer was listening to Ron and Malfoy.

"Pug, I saw a real pug at the World Cup, nodding to everyone who came in. That's your brother, Percy, right!" Malfoy squinted at Ron, dragging his voice.

Everyone in the hallway looked at Ron, who clenched his wand tightly.

"Fuck off, Malfoy. Harry said, "Don't worry, Ron......"

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "and tell me if his brother has lifted you up to the sky, the star of salvation?"

"And what about you, Malfoy?" said Harry—he grabbed the back of Ron's robes to keep him from lunging at Malfoy—"Look at the look on your face at Ellen, like a pug sees flesh and bones!"

Malfoy's pale face flushed slightly.

"How dare you insult Alan, Potter. ”

"Then shut your fat mouth. Harry said, frowning, glancing at Alan beside him, and turned away.

Bang!

Several people screamed in a broken voice—

Alan pouted, and Malfoy's spell was about to be sharpened, but he almost hit Harry when he aimed at Ron.

At this moment, another great noise was heard. Bang! and a roar echoed through the foyer.

"Oh, don't do that, boy!"

Everyone quickly turned, and Professor Moody limped down the marble staircase. He had a wand in his hand and pointed it at a snow-white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-paved floor, where Malfoy had stood.

There was a terrible silence in the foyer. Moody turned his face to look at Harry—at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other was in his head.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked, his voice low and hoarse.

"No," Harry said, "didn't hit. ”

"Don't touch it!" Moody shouted.

"Don't touch—what?" asked Harry, inexplicably.

"It's not you—it's him!" Moody roared again, giving a thumbs up and pointing over his shoulder at Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but was too frightened to move. Moody's whirling eyes seemed to have magical powers, allowing him to see what was behind his head.

Moody began limping towards Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, who screamed in terror, dodged, and ran in the direction of the underground classroom.

"I don't believe in it!" Moody roared, pointing his wand at the stoat, which suddenly rose ten feet into the air, slammed to the ground, and then suddenly rose again.

"I don't like people attacking people behind their backs," Moody said gruffly, as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, "and this is the dirtiest, meanest, and most cowardly behavior......

The ferret leaped into the air, its four legs and tail wagging in despair.

"No more—no more—no more—like this—" Moody said, bursting out with a word every time the ferret fell on the stone floor and jumped up again.

Bang, another loud bang, not Malfoy.

Everyone turned to look at Professor Moody's position just now, and a penguin stood on the floor, crooked, flapping its short wings desperately, trying to control its fat body.

Seeing everyone's gaze, the penguin seemed to be annoyed and angry, and rolled directly to the ground.

The little wizards in the foyer couldn't help but laugh out loud, but the thought of the identity of the penguin in front of them immediately suppressed their laughter.

Alan stepped out, his wand pointed at the penguin—the penguin suddenly rose ten feet into the air, exactly the same height as the ferret, and then snapped, fell headfirst to the ground, and then suddenly rose again, and many parts of its body had been worn off, revealing its bare skin.

He looked up at the penguins that were falling headfirst and constantly being thrown to the ground, his pale eyes, though tears from pain and shame, but his clenched fists and reddened cheeks spoke of his excitement.

"I don't like anyone attacking people behind their backs and bullying them the small," Alan deliberately imitated Moody's tone as the penguin jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, and a long strip of white droppings squirted out just into the mouth of Ron, who was stunned by the gap-open mouth on the side.

Ron closed his mouth suddenly, and after a moment of froze, he let out a whoosop and helped Harry, his chest rising and falling violently, and the people around him immediately avoided him.

"Alan Harris!" said a startled voice.

Professor McGonagall was descending the marble staircase, holding a stack of books in her arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall. Alan said calmly, making the penguin jump higher.

"Y-what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her gaze moving to the penguin bouncing in mid-air.

"Lesson lesson. Allen said.

"Lesson—what, Alan, is that a student?" exclaimed Professor McGonagall, the book in her arms scattered to the floor.

"It's not. Allen said.

Professor McGonagall sighed, but Alan's next words made her mouth immediately purse.

"It's Professor Moody's. Allen said.

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall shouted, hurried down the stairs, and drew her wand.

However, half a day later, the penguin still did not change.

At that moment, with a loud crackle, Draco Malfoy was unspelled by Allen. He was curled up in a ball and lay on the stone floor, his slippery pale yellow hair scattered over his now dazzlingly red face. After a while, he stood up, looking trembling.

"Alan Harris, get Professor Moody back soon. Professor McGonagall looked at Alan sternly, knowing that Eren must have used tenacity magic to enhance the effect of the transformation, and she would not be able to unravel it anytime soon.

"Professor McGonagall, Moody, as a professor, actually attacked Malfoy, who was a student, and turned him into a ferret. I just did what Professor Moody did to him what he did to Malfoy," Alan said aloud, and Malfoy nodded with tears in his eyes.

"But that's not a reason for a student to take action against the Professor, you should report to the Professor first," Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her face serious and stern.

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall. I'm not punishing an unruly professor as a student, I'm reinforcing a school director," Allen said with a smile as his eyes narrowed.

"Professor, you can tell from Weasley's condition that it is not appropriate to lift the spell immediately. Malfoy looked viciously at the penguin that had collapsed on the ground.

"Let's go to the school infirmary. Professor McGonagall made the decision and took the penguin in her hand.

Malfoy walked over to Ron before leaving, muttering in his ear, deliberately mimicking the Scottish accent, ", you." ”