No one knows what is going on on that distant island.

At the same time, the new semester at Hogwarts has officially begun.

Dolores Umbridge was still in good hands as her Minister of Magic, concocting and contemplating the enactment of her authoritarian "education orders" to assert her authority.

She can't bear her current position, what kind of "broken" principal she came here to, and she is still an agent.

The position was held by Pierce Hinkenes, a former friend of Fudge, the former Minister of Magic, who had been assigned by Umbridge from his position as Director of the Ministry's Executive Division.

This is a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a beard, purely from the image point of view, it is much better than Umbridge, not too annoying.

If it was according to the original, Fudge did not step down at this time, and was still trying his best to maintain stability, weaving the false impression that Voldemort had not yet returned, and using the propaganda position of the "Daily Prophet" to accuse a certain savior of lying, and it was his vanity that sought attention.

And this man will eventually be controlled by a Death Eater, lose his mind and mind, and become a puppet minister.

Now this result seems to be not bad for him.

He was much better at talking than Umbridge, much better than the woman's horrible desire for control.

He likes to stand at the back of the classroom with a smile on his face, but he doesn't express his opinion too much.

As a result, the hostility of many people, both students and teachers, towards him has subsided a lot.

Mad Eye Moody even invited him to the stage in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, as a top student who graduated from Hogwarts, Sinkenes still has a certain level, even if he is not a professional Auror, and Mad Eye Moody still has a relationship with each other who has not done his best.

It is worth mentioning.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s speculation about his mind and character is indeed in place, even if he is now a real person, and it is the same performance, whether it is the tone or the style of the class.

It almost confused the group of students, because there was almost no difference between the fake and the real thing.

"Weasley, come up. At the end of a hands-on demonstration, Moody abruptly called Ron's name. Tell him to come to the pulpit.

Ron's body stiffened, and then he hesitated to stand up, still not daring to make eye contact with Moody, his magical, dripping eyes that rolled in their sockets, as if to see him through.

The tremendous pressure was like a boulder pressing on his body, and he couldn't breathe.

Originally, he didn't have any baggage, but now as a prefect, his every move will be magnified, and his ugliness will become a bigger laughing stock.

He trembled and leaned on the table and slowly walked in front of Moody.

The students in the class immediately began to laugh when they saw him showing some timidity, especially the Slytherin students, who were keen to block Gryffindor, and it was a pleasure to see them make a fool of themselves.

Even if the tests have not yet begun.

In the end, it turned out that they were not laughing wrong.

"Dark wizards don't know much etiquette, but as a first confrontation, we can still bow to each other and count it as a duel, Weasley?" Moody's blue, magical acting skills still swirled in his eyes.

Ron nodded, and bowed to Moody in a trembling manner.

"Remove your weapons!" Moody's wand quickly raised, and Ron tried to raise his wand to resist, but found himself too nervous to speak, and the more he tried to resist the spell, the more out of control.

Moody's wrist shook quickly, and the tip of the old wand in his hand shone with a dazzling light, and then the light struck Ron's wrist as if it had come to life.

The wand was tossed high and flew into Moody's hand.

The force of the impact knocked Ron back many steps, and finally he was pushed against the dusty wall, and slowly slid down weakly, slumping to the ground.

"One more time. Moody tossed the wand that belonged to Ron back and asked him to pick it up himself, and Moody himself had no expression on his face, no joy or anger, but it was clear that it represented dissatisfaction.

"Good. Ron stood up with some trembling, still trying his best to save his dignity, not wanting to become a laughing stock among the prefects.

When Ron's wand was knocked out of his hand for the seventh time and into Moody's hand, their laughter nearly toppled the ceiling.

Moody also seems to be trying to make a fool of Ron, and even let their laughter go and ignore it.

Ron's face was now flushed, and then in an instant it turned a deep red like a pig's liver.

"It turns out that the new prefect of Gryffindor is just so capable. Not far away, Pansy sneered at her desk, and the Slytherin students laughed in unison.

The defense against the dark arts class in the fifth grade has become two houses together, which makes it even more confrontational.

Competition between colleges, Moody's will train students in the classroom.

Especially now that Voldemort has been resurrected, it is even more necessary to strengthen their Defence Against the Dark Arts practice, no one can protect them for a lifetime, and more often, they may have to face danger on their own.

"Actually, as a negative example of being attacked in the past, I don't have much reason to teach you again, but seeing you the way you are now, I still teach you more than enough, and that fake doesn't necessarily teach you anything with his heart. Moody said slowly.

Of course, in fact, Barty Crouch Jr. is still very responsible in teaching, after all, to "hide" Dumbledore, the play must be a full set.

"And, Weasley, assuming that one day Hogwarts is going to fight against that mysterious man, as a prefect, do you want to stand behind the junior students and have someone else protect you, or do you stand heroically in front of them?" Mad-Eye Moody questioned him, Ron speechless.

Before Moody got out of class, he told Ron to go to his office, saying that as a prefect, he shouldn't have to be at this level, and he needed to train him well.

So it was only Harry and Hermione who went to eat at lunch.

Moody said when he would be able to get him to be barely satisfied before he could let Ron back.

Hermione saw this as an opportunity to begin fulfilling her promise, a task that Dumbledore had given her at the end of last semester.

Try to let as few people as possible, even Ron had better keep it a secret.

It's not that you don't trust him, it's just that it's not necessary.

The secret of Harry's mind and Voldemort's connection was not something worth proclaiming.

In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione stopped Harry as he was about to descend the spiral staircase to his men's bed for a nap.