After studying the mobile phone, Tom grabbed the long, narrow wooden box lying in the large box.

The wooden box was very light, completely different from the box Tom saw when he went to the Ollivanders wand shop to buy a wand.

The wooden box is carved with twisted and intertwined patterns, which looks indescribably strange.

Tom opens the wooden box. The wooden box contained the wand that the penny godfather had mentioned in his letter.

This wand is also a little different from Tom's own silver basswood wand.

It was about ten inches long, with a straight shaft and a small ring-like protrusion about two inches from the tip of the staff. The handheld part at the end of the end is very beautiful, and when Tom holds it, there is a warm and comfortable feeling that spreads from the depths of his heart.

Tom was a little suspicious, worried that his godfather had been deceived and had gone to great lengths to get a useless piece of wood, but now he was somewhat relieved.

The godfather is still so capable, no matter what, as long as he wants to do it, he will definitely be able to do it.

Tom took the wand and tried it.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

Not far away, Harry's pillow floated from the bed, moving up and down, left and right with the movement of Tom's hand.

"Stop. ”

Now Tom was completely relieved that this wand was indeed real, and for some reason, it was still suitable for him.

Tom carefully placed his wand and opened another wooden box.

In the other wooden box was the wand set mentioned in the letter.

Tom tried it, and the wand set was perfect for the wand given by the godfather, as it would hold the wand to the left side of his body. As long as the robes are put on the outside, no one will see this hidden wand.

Tom happily put the presents away, carrying only the mobile phone in his pocket, placing his wand and wand cover in his suitcase, locking it with a "ingot" card, and pushing the trunk under the bed.

He had wanted to keep the wand with him, but remembering Moody's big, dripping blue eyes, he decided to hide it first—it was rumored that Moody's magic eye could see through everything.

It wasn't too early, and when Tom saw that everything was in order, he grabbed his bag and hurried to the classroom.

Unfortunately, this is Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Tom got the timing right. No sooner had he sat down in the empty seat next to Harry than Moody's characteristic "poof" footsteps rang from the hallway.

The students in the entire classroom were all in the same place.

"W-w-"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and soon they were at the door of the classroom.

Moody's slightly rickety figure appeared at the door of the classroom.

He scanned the room with his normal eyes, blue magical eyes swirling wildly in his sockets.

All the students looked at Moody in unison—it was the first time a Slytherin fourth-year student had taken Moody's class.

Tom was actually a little resistant to the lesson.

Moody obviously doesn't deal with him, and he doesn't seem to be a big-minded person, and he knows that Moody will definitely embarrass him in class.

"Put away your textbooks. Moody said in his slightly hoarse, deep voice, "That thing didn't work in my class." ”

Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, as he looked at Harry.

The classroom was silent, except for the sound of students putting away their textbooks, except for the sound of Moody walking.

"As far as I know, you've learned a lot in previous Defence Against the Dark Arts classes. Moody scanned the classroom with his normal eyes.

But for some reason, Tom always felt that Moody's magical eyes stayed in his direction longer.

"But, I have to say, what you've learned is just superficial Defence Against the Dark Arts common sense," Moody's crutches slammed the floor, making a crisp tapping sound, "and what I'm going to teach you is the real Defence Against the Dark Arts required to fight between wizards." ”

His disgruntled face twitched into a twisted smile, his slightly yellow teeth bared wide, and he looked at the students in the classroom with bad intentions.

Even though Moody's relationship with the Slytherins was a little strained, the Slytherins grew uncontrollably agitated after he said these words.

Not to mention that Harry had already begun to gear up, his eyes were shining, and he wished that Moody would immediately teach them powerful and useful magic.

Seeing the obvious interest on the Slytherins' faces, Moody lifted the corners of his mouth and revealed a strange smile - maybe it wasn't a smile, his scarred face was so twisted by this smile, and with those big and small eyes, he looked evil.

"As you already know, a wizard who wants to cast an illegal spell on you doesn't tell you in advance. He limped back and forth on the podium, "Of course, he won't say a mantra to you plainly and politely." As Slytherins, I think you're used to being vigilant. So, can anyone tell me which spells you know of that will be punished most severely by wizarding law?"

The classroom was silent, not even a single student raised their hand.

Tom could tell from the expressions of his classmates that most of the students knew the answer to this question.

Sure enough, Moody continued, "Even if you don't want to answer, I know your heart understands." After all, your parents must have demonstrated the effect of the spell to you. ”

This was a bit excessive, and the Slytherins already had anger in their eyes.

Ignoring the students' gazes, Moody bent down to open the drawer under the lectern and pulled out a glass bottle from it.

Tom noticed that several of the students seemed to be clenching their wands, trying to cast a few spells on Moody while his attention was not on them.

Fortunately, they glanced at Malfoy cautiously before they made a move. Malfoy shook his head at them calmly.

Tom was still disappointed.

As a good student who had respected his teachers since he was a child, he developed a similar dislike for professors for the first time.

His upbringing did not allow him to make any provocative moves against Moody's before he found out his strength.

Of course, if he just said a word or two, he would still be able to say it.

Unable to act on his own for the time being, he also had some hope that a bold student would be able to cause some trouble for Moody, the pesky professor, in a small way.

"As a professor, while I teach you to be vigilant, I myself must be on constant alert. Moody said as he opened the glass bottle, "I'm glad you didn't put your ideas into action, otherwise you would be the first students to get a taste of my spell." ”