No one expected Moody to return, the former Auror, and his name had just been mentioned in Malfoy's mouth.

It can be said that the people who play Moody's are really very dedicated.

They prepared a lot of stuff in advance.

Moody's actions, Moody's character, Moody's words and deeds have made Moody's dislike of dark wizards.

This veteran Auror has always been fighting against the Dark Arts, and to be exact, Moody is more real than Crouch is coming.

He only targets dark wizards, and magic, he treats as much as he can.

Without saying a word, he directly took out his wand, which was very consistent with his identity.

Moody's naturally knows about the nearby family.

If it was Lucius who was standing here now, Van Lin felt that Moody was not using a Transfiguration Charm, a Disarming Charm or a Stuna Charm, or he would simply finish Lucius directly......

"Don't move......" Moody shouted.

"Don't move—what?" said Harry, confused.

"It's not you—it's him!" Moody growled, looking very irritable.

You can't imagine how a guy with a prosthetic leg can walk so fast, even though it looks like it's limping.

Moody walked briskly past, his palms around his shoulders reaching for Carat behind him.

Kra tried to pick up the sable, but he saw Moody's hand freeze there. Naturally, he coaxed.

Malfoy, Carla, and Goyle, these families have a deep reverence for Moody.

Moody's eyes turned like magic, and he could see what was happening behind him through his head.

Moody walked over to Kra, Goyle, and the sable.

The sable let out a terrifying scream and began to run in the direction of the dungeon.

"How can this be!" Moody roared, his wand pointed at the sable again—it flew ten feet into the air, snapped off him, and bounced again.

"I don't like people who attack behind the enemy's back," Modi roared, and the little sable bounced higher and higher, screaming in pain.

"Nasty, cowardly, despicable practices......" The sable flew through the air, its legs and tail waving helplessly.

"Don't do that again!" Moody said word for word, and the sable dropped him hard before bouncing off in the air.

"Professor Moody!" a surprised voice shouted.

Professor McGonagall was walking down the stairs, folding the book in her hand.

"Harrow, Professor McGonagall. Moody said calmly, bouncing the sable higher and higher.

"You...... What are you doing?" asked Professor McGonagall, her eyes fixed on the sable that bounced off and fell.

"Teaching. Moody's said.

"Teach...... Teaching...... Professor Moody's, that ...... Is that a student?" Professor McGonagall screamed, the book in her hand falling to the floor.

"In a way, yes. Moody said, controlling Malfoy to spin and jump in mid-air.

Immediately afterward, Moody burst out laughing.

Everyone laughed, it was so funny, no one bothered Professor McGonagall.

Moody also looked a little happy, and he took two quick steps, then pulled Carat's pants open, only to widen the space, and then the sable fell in.

The laughter was louder, and nothing could be more joyful.

"Don't!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall. She ran down the stairs and pulled out her wand.

A quarter of an hour later, with a loud thud, Draco Malfoy regained his form, curled up on the floor, his blond hair as if it had just been ruined, his face pale, and the experience in his trousers was not very good.

Malfoy stood up and flinched back.

"Alasto, we can't punish students with Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall snapped.

"Professor Dumbledore must have told you, right?"

"yes, he probably did. Moody said, grabbing his chin and looking unconcerned,

"But I think it's just the right punishment ......"

"We can stay in class, or tell the student's parents!"

"I'll do it. Moody looked at Malfoy with a look of great disapproval.

Malfoy's eyes were still filled with tears from pain and humiliation. Staring at Moody viciously, he could only hear the words "my dad".

"Oh, huh?" said Moody calmly, being dragged up a few flights of stairs, the dull sound of his wooden legs hitting the stone echoing through the dining room.

"Son, I know your old father...... You tell him that Moody is paying attention to his son...... You tell me...... Your parents' name is Lucius, right?"

"Yes. Malfoy said hatefully.

"Another old friend," Moody yelled, "I've always wanted to talk to Lucius Sr......

Come on......" He grabbed Malfoy's upper arm and dragged him to the dungeon.

Professor McGonagall stared anxiously at their backs for a moment, then waved her wand, sending the fallen books flying back into her hands.

Moody's private teaching, it's really exciting.

When they sat down at the dinner table a few minutes later, the people around Van Lin were talking about it.

"Don't talk to me. Ron said thoughtlessly.

"Why?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Because I want to remember that scene forever," Ron said, closing his eyes and the expression on his face stiffened, "Draco Malfoy, that wonderful bouncing mink ......"

Everyone laughed. Hermione began to eat the steamed beef on their plate.

"But it's going to hurt Malfoy," she said, "and it's good that Professor McGonagall came out to stop him—"

"Hermione!" Ron said angrily, his eyes snapping open. "You're ruining the best moment of my life. ”

Hermione let out an impatient sound and began to eat quickly.

"Don't tell me you're going to the library again tonight. Van Lin looked at her and said.

"Yes," Hermione said heavily, "there's a lot of work to do. ”

"But you told us Professor Ward ......"

Harry spoke, but he wasn't done.

"It's not homework," Hermione said, and then she washed her dishes and left.

As soon as she was gone, Frederick sat down in her chair.

"Moody!" he said, "how 'cool' he is!"

"It's not just 'cool'. George said he sat across from Fried.

Lee Dan, the best friend of the "super cool" twins, sat down next to George and said, "We're going to have his class this afternoon. ”

"How is he lecturing?" asked Harry eagerly.

Fred, George, and Lee exchanged meaningful glances.

"I've never been in a class like this. Fried said.

"He knows. Lee said.

"You know what?" asked Ron, leaning sideways.

"What would it be like to know what it would be like to do it out there?" said George.

"Do what?" asked Harry.

"How to defend against dark wizards. "It's wonderful, and if you get to his class, it's absolutely useful." ”