There was a terrible silence in the foyer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info except for Moody's, no one dared to move. Moody turned his face to look at Harry - at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other was digging into his head.

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

"No," Harry said, "didn't hit. ”

Harry's mind was a little dazed, his expression was obviously stunned, and he answered Moody's question mechanically.

"Don't touch it!" However, in the next second, Moody suddenly shouted.

"Don't touch anything?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"It's not you, it's him!" Moody yelled again, giving a thumbs up, and pointing over his shoulder at Crabbe. Not far away, Crabbe 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 stoat, who screamed in terror, dodged, and ran in the direction of the underground classroom.

"Run away! Get the hell out of here! Moody yelled and pointed his wand at the ferret. The fleeing ferret suddenly rose ten feet into the air, then fell to the ground with a thud, and then suddenly rose again.

"I'm the last thing I look down on people who attack people behind their backs," Moody said in a gruff voice. At this time, the stoat jumped higher and higher, and screamed in pain, "This practice is the dirtiest, meanest, and the act of a coward......"

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

"No more—no more—no more—like this!" Moody said.

Every time the stoat fell on the stone floor and suddenly jumped up again, he burst out with a word.

"Professor Moody!" A startled voice rang out.

The group turned to look and saw Professor McGonagall coming down the marble staircase, holding a stack of books in her arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall." Moody said calmly, making the ferret jump even higher.

"You...... What are you doing? Professor McGonagall asked, her gaze moving to the stoats bouncing in mid-air.

"Lesson, lesson." Moody's said.

"Lessons...... Moody, is that a student? Professor McGonagall exclaimed, the book in her arms scattered to the floor.

"That's right." Moody's said.

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

She pushed Moody away, walked over to the ferret, and tapped her wand at the ferret. With a loud crackle, Draco Malfoy recovered.

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. It was a long time before he stood up, but his body was still trembling.

"Moody, we never use shapeshifting as punishment!" Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Professor Dumbledore must have told you, right?" ”

"He probably mentioned it," Moody said, scratching his chin nonchalantly, "but I think he needs to be taught a hard lesson......

"But we can be confined, Moody! or report to the dean of the college where the person belongs. ”

"I'll do that." Moody glared at Malfoy in disgust and said.

Malfoy's pale eyes were still welling with tears from pain and shame as he looked up at Moody viciously, muttering something that was clearly audible to a few words, "My Daddy."

"Oh, really?" Moody limped forward a few steps, his wooden leg slamming against the ground echoed through the foyer, "That's right, I've known your dad before, kid...... You tell him that Moody is keeping an eye on his son...... You told him this for me...... Okay, the head of your house is Snape, isn't he? ”

"Yes." Malfoy said resentfully.

"An old friend," Moody growled, "and I've been looking forward to a good chat with old fellow Snape...... Let's go, boy......"

As he spoke, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the basement classroom.

Professor McGonagall looked at their backs uneasily, 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.

"Okay, let's all disperse, go back to the dormitory when it's time to go back to the dormitory, go to class when it's time to go to class, don't gather around here!"

Professor McGonagall was still more dignified, and the students did not dare to disobey her. And the students were terrified, and Professor McGonagall said this, and everyone dispersed. But the discussion of today's affair has undoubtedly spread, and it will become a laughing stock for Malfoy, and it may not be washed away for the rest of his life.

……

The next two days were uneventful, nothing happened, except for Neville's burning of the cauldron in Potions class. This was already the sixth cauldron he had burned. Snape's revenge seemed to hit a new high over the summer, when he unceremoniously punished Neville for his school work. Neville had to disembowelment a large bucket of horned toads, and when he returned, his nerves were almost broken.

"You know why Snape's temper is so bad, right?" Ron told Harry as they watched as Hermione taught Neville a descaling charm that would eviscerate toads from between his fingernails.

"yes," said Harry, "because of Moody. ”

As everyone knows, Snape wanted to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts in particular, and he hadn't been able to get the job for four years in a row. Snape was resentful of several of his previous Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, and he wrote this emotion on his face. But with Mad Eye Moody, he seemed to be extra careful not to let this hostility come through. true

Whenever the two of them were together, eating, or passing by in the hallway, it was obvious that Snape was avoiding Moody's eyes, whether they were magical or normal.

"I think Snape was a little scared of him." Harry said thoughtfully.

"Imagine if Moody turned Snape into a horned toad," Ron said. His eyes were hazy and full of fascination, "and instructed him to jump around in the underground classroom......"

The fourth-year Gryffindor students were all eagerly awaiting Moody's first lesson, and in fact the students of the other three cadets were very much looking forward to it, except for the Slytherin students.

After lunch on Thursday, before the bell rang, Duten came to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. When he arrived, there was a large number of Gryffindor students waiting in line for a long time.

The only one who didn't show up was Hermione, who didn't arrive until it was almost class.

"I went to ......"

"Library." Harry finished speaking for her, "Let's go, hurry, or there won't be a good seat." ”

They hurriedly sat down on the four seats directly in front of the podium, took out their "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet. Du Teng was not in a hurry, Hermione had already helped him take advantage of the situation anyway, he walked in very leisurely and sat next to Hermione.

Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic grunting footsteps coming down the hallway. Moody then walked into the classroom, looking as weird and scary as usual. If you look down, you can see his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, struggling to the podium on crutches and sitting down, "these textbooks. You don't need it. ”

Moody pulled out the roster, shook his head, and shook his long, gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll out names. His normal eyes moved down the list, his magical eyes spinning around, staring at each student who answered.

After the roll call, it was found that one of the students in the front row was not on the roster.

Of course he knew this student, it was Duten, a star student at Hogwarts, and because of his presence, Hufflepuff had won two House Cups in a row. Excellent in learning, very popular, loved by teachers and most students in various subjects, and even has a lot of fans in Slytherin, which is really puzzling.

And more importantly, what Dumbledore said to him when he arrived at the school.

"That kid is very special, he can do whatever he wants, you don't have to worry about him, I will be in charge of him alone."

There are not many students who can make Dumbledore alone in charge, or there is no talent at all, and Dumbledore has never taken care of such an important existence as Harry. Duten enjoyed such a but, which could not help but make Moody curious.

However, he also knew that he was a professor and should focus on teaching, so he just glanced at Du Teng and withdrew his gaze.

"Alright," he said, looking at the students in the classroom after the roll call, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the course. It looks like you've got a pretty good grasp of how to deal with dark magic beasts - you've learned how to deal with the Boggart, the Red Hat, the Hinkpunk, the Grindillo, the Kaba, and the Werewolves, right? ”

The students whispered their approval.

"But you don't know enough about how to deal with spells—not enough," Moody said, "so I'm going to give you a taste of the spells that wizards cast among themselves." I've got a year to teach you how to deal with the Dark Devils—"

"What, what did you say?" Ron blurted out and asked.

Moody's enchanted eyes turned to Ron for a moment. Ron looked terrified, but soon Moody smiled, and when he smiled, his scarred face looked more distorted and weird, but it was always comforting to know that he could still have a friendly smile.

"You're Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" "A few days ago, your father helped me out of a very difficult situation, and I had the opportunity to thank him for it," Moody said. ”

He laughed hoarsely, then patted his big rough hands.

"Okay - get down to business. Spells, they come in many forms, and their magic varies. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all sorts of spell-breakers, that's all. Logically speaking, you're not in the sixth year, and I'm not supposed to tell you what illegal dark spells look like, because you're too young to deal with this stuff. But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage for a great deal of it, and he thought you could handle it, and it seemed to me that the sooner you understood what you were going to deal with, the better.

If you've never seen something before, how can you protect yourself from it? If a wizard wants to recite an illegal spell to you, he won't tell you what he is going to do. He will not give you mantras frankly, fairly, and politely. You have to be prepared and vigilant. You'd better get that thing out of the way while I'm talking, Miss Brown. ”

Lavender was startled, and his face flushed. Just now, she showed Parvati the drawn fortune-telling chart of the Heavenly Palace under the table. Apparently, Moody's enchanted eye could penetrate not only the back of his own head, but also the hard wood.

"So...... Do any of you know which spells are subject to the harshest punishment of wizarding law? ”

Several hands were raised tremblingly, including Ron and Hermione's.

Moody pointed at Ron, but his enchanted eyes were still on Lavender.

"Well, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "my dad told me one...... It's called Imperius or something, right? ”

"Ah, yes," Moody said appreciatively, "your father must know that spell." Back then, the Imperius Curse caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic. ”

Moody struggled to get up on his prosthetic legs, opened the lectern drawer, and pulled out a glass bottle. Three big black spiders crawled inside. Harry felt Ron shrink slightly beside him - Ron hated spiders the most.

Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and placed it on the open palm for everyone to see. Then he pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Out of body!" ”

The spider jumped off Moody's palm, dangling a filament, and began to swing back and forth, as if sitting on a high swing. It stiffened its legs, then turned around and flipped over, the filaments being pulled off.

The spider slammed down on the table and began to turn its head in circles. Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its two hind legs and did a tap-dance, yes, tap-dance.

Everyone laughed, but Moody didn't.

"You guys think it's fun, don't you?" He asked in a thick voice, "If I came to you, would you like it?" ”

The laughter disappeared in an instant.

"I'm completely in control," Moody whispered. "I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or jump into the throat of one of your classmates......"

Ron shuddered involuntarily.

"Years ago, many wizards were under the control of the Imperius Curse, which really kept the Ministry of Magic busy. They need to distinguish between those who are forced to do what they are and those who are acting on their own will.

The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how to do it, but it requires a lot of personality strength, and not everyone can master it. You'd better avoid being hit by it as much as possible. Stay vigilant at all times! ”

He suddenly yelled, startling everyone.

Moody grabbed the somersault spider and threw it back into the bottle.

"Does anyone else know any spells? Illegal spells? ”

Hermione raised her hand high again, and Neville raised it too, much to Harry's surprise. Neville only took the initiative to speak in the herb class, which was his best class. Neville also seemed surprised by his bold move. (To be continued.) )