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Field looked at the other man's back, knowing that his reckless behavior at the opening party was suspected by Moody of being one of the members of the gang that attacked him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mr. Diggory, although there is a reason for this, but your assault on your classmates is still a fact, and I have to regret that Hufflepuff will be deducted 200 points, and you will need to accept the punishment of confinement. As for the content, I'll let you know when I get back. With that, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape took Malfoy, still shivering, to the infirmary.

"Great, it's okay. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

The students who knew Field well around him came up to greet him, and the Hufflepuff badgers didn't complain anything about Field. They knew that if Field wanted to, he could earn back the 200 points he had lost this year.

The Slytherin seniors had gloomy faces, but no one bothered him, and there was no tradition of giving shame to a fool in the tradition of the Snake Academy.

At the table in the auditorium, Rolf, Ernie and the others finally sat down with Field, Rolf was a little anxious, he had just been squeezed behind the crowd, and behind Ernie's robe was a piece of oil-stained handprints of beef chowder, which was the work of a young wizard.

"Honestly, it's so relegatory, I want to laugh at the thought of Malfoy conjuring up a grouse. Ernie ate the muffins as he spoke, spraying all over the table.

"Well, Ernie, I think you'd better swallow everything in your mouth before you speak, you look ungentlemanly, you know?" Padma watched from the table next to her. Rolf reminded with a frown.

Ernie had been in love with Padma of the Patil sisters since last Christmas, and when she heard Rolf's words, she hurriedly turned her head to the Ravenclaw table.

"Where, where?" Ravenclaw was peaceful, and there was no beautiful woman to be found, and Ernie looked at Rolfe with a wry look.

"By the way, Professor Moody looks really cool, don't you think?" said Rolph to him.

"It's true, although it looks crazy, but it seems to be very reliable. Rolf managed to divert Ernie's attention.

Field didn't have time to pay attention to them, and he gulped down his dinner, filling his stomach that he couldn't fill.

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Professor McGonagall's imprisonment came quickly, and just as Field was preparing to go to the Little Club for the evening to experiment with the 'Rune Tattoo', Mr. Filch learned about him with her note.

"Clean up the abandoned classrooms?" asked Field, puzzled.

"Yes, Mr. Diggory, for a variety of reasons, Hogwarts has had a lot of abandoned wards and storerooms, as you should know. "Mr. Filch, the Administrator, smiled, and of course, his smile was a little 'scary'.

"Of course, I know. Field nodded in understanding, and in fact the Little Club was originally an abandoned faculty room.

"Of course, you should also know that Hogwarts is a magical place, and it is inevitable that there will be some ghosts and ghosts. They usually hide in these rooms, some of them are human, and they are generally harmless, just like the ghosts in the castle. Others have a strong resentment in their lives, they come from the Forbidden Forest or the Black Lake and the surrounding area, and instinctively approach Hogwarts, where the magic is the strongest, and some of them will become resentful spirits because of the strong magic. These things need to be cleaned up regularly by the professors of the college. Filch explained.

"So, who does this job belong to?" said Field, who already had the answer in mind, but asked anyway.

"It's always been the duty of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and your confinement is all about helping the new Professor Moody. Filch said noncommittally.

"Hey!" Field sighed, "where do I go to Professor Moody?"

"You get ready, go to the auditorium and wait for him at 7 o'clock, Professor Moody says he wants to start cleaning up in the basement first. ”

Field nodded in agreement, then returned to the dorm area to prepare his things.

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Wraith, to be honest, is a rather dangerous creature of darkness for the average 4th grader. Spirits with a strong desire to attack are not something that a casual wizard can easily deal with. Even adult wizards need to be trained to deal with something like this. There are not many resentful spirits in the wizarding world, and they often intrude on Muggle lives, so the Ministry of Magic has a department dedicated to dealing with this type of incident, which is directly under the Ghost Section of the Magical Creatures Management Control Room, which is considered the department under Mr. Diggory, Field's father.

Field guessed that Professor McGonagall asked him to help Professor Moody with such a relatively difficult matter, on the one hand, to recognize Field's strength, and on the other hand, I am afraid that Professor Moody meant.

Field had nothing to worry about, and even if Moody was suspicious of him, it didn't matter, because Field was not the one who attacked him. He wasn't worried about Moody using a Imperius curse on him, or a truth potion, or anything like that. First, Moody's hasn't gone crazy to this point, and second, even if the other party uses it, he can't help Field. The pendant given to him by Master Nicolame could protect against almost anyone's Imperius Curse, and as for the Truth Elixir, there were quite a few potions to deal with it, and coincidentally, he and Rolf had a lot of them together in the first two years when they were fine.

At 7 o'clock, Field put on his satchel, sorted his things, and went to the auditorium.

Before Professor Moody arrived, the auditorium was still as bright as day, and the dazzling golden sun shone on the mid-empty ceiling, and Xiao Xi was still prostrate on it, and he glanced at Field, and then continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

"Don't be in a daze, come with me. Moody's deep voice came from behind him, startling Field and almost pulling out his wand.

"Don't be surprised, just the way you were thinking just now, if you had met a Death Eater, you would have died dozens of times. I don't know how Professor McGonagall would want you to be my assistant. Moody walked forward with his prosthetic leg and swayed forward.

"Professor, shall we begin now?" Field did not choose to defend Moody's harsh words, but he also heard that the content of the confinement did not seem to be proposed by the other party.

"Follow me. Moody waved for Field to follow, and the two walked down the stairs.