318. Fake Moody's appeared

When the dessert was swept away by the students, and the last remaining crumbs on the plate were gone, and the plate was clean and shiny again, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing in the hall www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion suddenly stopped, and only the sound of strong wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"Alright!" Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "Now that we've all eaten and drunk, I must ask for everyone's attention once again, and I'm going to make a few announcements." ”

When Hermione heard this, her face was a little unpleasant: "How about it, thank you for the labor of the house-elves, really when they don't exist, and then exploit them with peace of mind?"

Dumbledore apparently hadn't heard Hermione, and he continued, "Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year, there are several more items that are forbidden in the castle, and they are screaming balls, toothed saucers, and combo darts. The whole list of about four hundred and thirty-seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those interested can check it out. ”

Field saw the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitch a few times, and he turned to look at the Gryffindor table, where the Weasley brothers whispered with their heads down.

Dumbledore continued, "As before, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the field is not accessible to students, and Hogsmeade Village is not allowed to be visited by students below the third year. ”

These are all clichés,

"It is my regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year. ”

Dumbledore's words apparently caused an uproar.

"What?" Harry beside Field gasped in surprise. He turned his head to look at his Quidditch teammates, the Weasley twins, Fred and George. They were all talking with their heads down, and they all opened their mouths wide, looking incredulous.

Dumbledore continued, "This is because a big event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. It is my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

Just then, there was a deafening thunderclap, and the door to the auditorium slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a fork of lightning crossed the ceiling, Hermione gasped, Field frowned, the ceiling of the auditorium reflected the weather outside the castle, and now the thunder rumbled on the ceiling, but there was a round of red sun in the sky, and the scene was indescribably weird.

"Looks like the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has arrived. Field spoke quietly.

"What? how can you be sure?" asked Ron, surprised.

"Don't you see that there's only one seat missing from the teacher's bench?" said Hermione, angrily.

At this point, the light of the artificial sun finally illuminated the man's face vividly, and Field frowned at the target he had been waiting for for so long. At this time, the face in the distance seemed to have been carved out of a piece of decaying wood, and the carver had only a vague idea of what a human face should be, and he was not very good at using a carving knife. Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a crooked gap, and the place where his nose should have bulged was gone. And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black and shiny, and the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue. The blue eye moved and motioned without blinking, up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye—and then, when the blue eye rolled over and burrowed into the man's head, one could only see a large white eyeball.

"Are you called Mad-Eye, Moody, or Barty Crouch Jr.?" Fielde muttered.

"What? Field, what are you talking about?" Field's voice was barely audible, and Hermione asked, thinking he had said something.

"Nothing?" said Field, noncommittal.

'Moody' walked over to Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand, which was as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook his hand and whispered something, and Field looked at the other's lips to read what he said, but there was nothing Field could do in the face of the other's distorted mouth.

Dumbledore seemed to be asking Moody about something, and Moody shook his head without a smile and replied in a low voice. Dumbledore nodded, motioning for him to sit in an empty seat on the right.

'Moody' sat down, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his face, then pulled a plate of sausages over his mutilated nose and sniffed it. He took a knife from his pocket, poked it through one end of a sausage, and ate it. His normal eyes were staring at the sausage, but the blue eye still kept rolling around in its sockets, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody. ”

Normally, when a new teacher arrives, everyone applauds, but now there is no teacher or student applauding except for Dumbledore and Hagrid. Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped their hands a few times, and when they noticed that the applause was lonely echoing in the silent Great Hall, they lowered their hands in amusement. The others seemed stunned by Moody's strange appearance and stared at him intently.

"Moody?" Harry whispered to Ron in a sudden thought, "Mad-Eyed Moody?"

"It's definitely him. Ron whispered in fear.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Hermione, in a low voice.

"I don't know, it seems that his trash can is causing some trouble. Ron replied quietly, looking at Moody in fascination.

"Ron, you adore him?" asked Field, curious.

"Of course, despite Moody's eccentric personality, he is a true genius, an elite of the Auror Division, and an expert in Defence Against the Dark Arts. He filled half of the cells in Azkaban. Ron said with some excitement.

"Indeed, according to Dad, Moody is the only one he is not sure he can deal with in the entire Ministry of Magic. Field nodded.

Field stared intently at the 'Moody', clutching a bottle of potion in his pocket and looking eager to try it.