After flipping through Gellert Grindelwald and the Saints, Brie felt more and more that Voldemort was like a village thug, and his eyes were limited to a small place like the English wizard, or even smaller, and his target was Hogwarts, a wizarding school, and the people he wanted to kill were a centenarian and a fatherless orphan...... No wonder Dumbledore trained Harry Potter to deal with Voldemort.

After all, Dumbledore's opponent was a wizarding organization across the European and American continents, and his eyes fell on the conflict between wizards and Muggles, rather than competing for a master of the wizarding world.

Of course, this is something that pure-bloods and the Ministry of Magic have always known about, but they have turned a blind eye to and dare not proclaim, so Dumbledore's image in the British wizarding world is more of that of the headmaster of Hogwarts than the suppression of the White Lord of the international wizarding world...... This is an arrogance that has not been nurtured by Grindelwald.

After closing the book, Brie's thoughts became much clearer, even if the conflict between wizards and Muggles was still unresolved, and he was no longer so entangled, and his mood was much more relaxed.

"Historical conundrum, this is." Brie stretched, picked up the books of the Magical Creature Protection Class, and left the corner tower.

This morning was Hagrid's Magical Creatures Protection class, and since Dumbledore hadn't recruited a new professor yet, Hagrid had to be left in the role, of course, the hiring of which was up for consideration.

"Come here, hairy boys, oh, sorry, you're all big hairy kids." It can be seen that Hagrid is in a good mood today, maybe he has a teaching material that is better than a caterpillar.

Draco came back with a stinking face, he had already inquired and had a fight with Harry and Ron, if Hermione hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid there would have been a fight.

"Stinky and rotten, like rotten fish and stinky shrimp, with only a scorpion-like tail in sight, uh, we shouldn't have come to this class." Draco disgruntled and threw his textbook on the lawn to the side, and this time there was no one to pick it up for him in the first place, as there was no one to pick it up for him.

Brie moved his fingers, and the book floated in front of Draco, who pursed his lips and took it, then glanced at Goyle and Braque in the distance, only to see that they were following Theodore Noether and Blaise Zabini.

"How they played together, exactly." Draco looked disgusted when he saw Zabini, he couldn't forget that this guy was the first to embarrass Brie in the first grade, which didn't give Draco a good impression.

"Theodore must be insane." Draco scolded and stopped looking, and Brie didn't care about that, just a small character, and he wasn't involved.

"It's fried tail snails, let's take a look!" Hagrid cried out loudly, holding up a wooden box, in which a large scorpion tail stretched out, stabbing his fingers, but unfortunately he didn't feel it at all, and even thought it was a fried tail snail to show him intimacy.

"We're going to feed these energetic little ones this semester, and look at what pretty little feet." Looking at the crab-like limbs, Brie and Draco looked at each other with the same look of disgust.

"Come, everyone come and get one, you can name them, I left them for you." Hagrid's voice seemed to be very reluctant, as if it were righteous and kind.

"Oh, Brie, let's skip class." Brie nodded at Draco's words.

"I think we can go to the woods over there and read a book for a while." As for the points deducted, then let the newly enrolled little snakes work hard; Bubrie thought.

…… The magical creature protection class was over, and Draco and Brie sat on the thick trunk of a tree, completely oblivious to the wizards below who had become embarrassed by the whelk.

At this moment, a mighty owl flew in and landed in Draco's hand, and Draco picked up the daily newspaper sent by his owl and looked through it boredly... Soon, as if seeing something interesting, Draco jumped down and stopped Ron and Harry, who were about to leave.

"Hey, look at this." Draco tossed the daily newspaper to Ron.

"Ron, your dad was criticized by the Ministry of Magic?" Harry exclaimed, but Ron was quick to retort.

"No, it's this guy named Rita Skeeter making up this nonsense, my dad is obviously working hard!"

"Poof." Draco couldn't help but laugh when he heard Ron say this.

"Work hard, is trespassing on a pure-blood manor also hard work, I think I want to collect the benefits of pureblood, the permission of the Ministry of Magic may avoid being entangled by stinky, red-haired hair like a fried tail snail." Draco couldn't forget when Arthur Weiss came to his home during the first year break to rummage through the Aurors under the guise of investigating dark magic objects.

Whoever is pure-blooded and doesn't have any dark magic items, and Wes, who is so poor that he has nothing left, will come to meet

"Clean", I'm afraid of rats...... Oh, sorry, there are rats. Draco ignored Ron's flushed face and pointed to the other side of the newspaper, which was Peter's ugly picture.

"Yo, is it familiar, after all, it's a mouse that has been sleeping for more than ten years."

"Malfoy!" Harry looked at Draco angrily, and Ron was already as red as his hair and was about to punch Draco, but Draco was not a vegetarian, he hurriedly stepped back, laughed and drew his wand.

"Whoosh!" A spell passed through Harry's cheek and slammed into Draco's body. Brie in the tree frowned, and saw Moody walking from the side.

"Twitter!" Draco had transformed into a stoat, crouching on the ground in a daze.

"Poof!" Harry covered his mouth to hide his smile, and Ron on the side laughed directly, trying to grab Draco who had turned into a ferret.

"Dang!" Moody pestle his cane and hit the ground with the tip of it, blocking Ron's hand before grabbing Draco's tail as he tried to escape.

"Twitter!" Draco struggled, his feet facing the sky, his eyes the size of grains of rice staring at the smiling figure on the trunk.

Seeing that Draco was so energetic, Moody stretched out his finger and vigorously flicked Draco's brain, then rubbed it without a trace and threw it into the air, using his wand to direct it to float up and down, admiring Draco's tragic situation.

Moody stared at Draco and warned word for word, "Again... Also... No... Allow... This... Shape... Do! ”

"Oh, here's what's going on!" Because of the trouble caused by Draco and Harry Ron, the young wizards gathered around the area, which attracted Professor McGonagall, who made her way through the crowd and soon saw Draco transformed into a stoat.

"It's—" Professor McGonagall is a master of Transfiguration, and naturally quickly notices that something is wrong.

"Put it down, Moody!"

"This is a student, how can you use human transfiguration on a student!" The shock caused Professor McGonagall's mind to buzz, but Moody's attitude was firm.

"Why didn't he think about it when he pointed his wand at his classmates!" Moody exclaimed, "I know his father very well, and he doesn't have a good character!" Dropping Draco to the ground, Moody snorted and stood aside as if he had gained some satisfaction, ignoring even the grateful glances from Ron and Harry.

"You, I'll tell Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath to calm herself before waving her wand, hoping to turn Draco back, but she found that she had failed.

McGonagall was surprised, "You used nature magic?" Moody nodded, "Why don't you ignore the powerful magic and use low-end power?" Moody's tone was full of praise for natural magic, as well as disparaging for everyone present, and according to his observations, there were still a few young wizards who had learned natural magic, let alone those who could use it like him.

Professor McGonagall leaned down and touched Draco's fur, frowning brows.

"You used a special magic plant to cast a transformation spell to protect the magic of the wizard's transfiguration, this is an ingenious attempt, Moody, even if you don't use natural magic, as long as you wait for the power of the magic plant itself to dissipate or rely on the magic of nature to dissipate, you can transform back through the wizard's transformation spell." Professor McGonagall was a master of Transfiguration and quickly saw the flaws, but she sighed, "I'm amazed at your talent, Moody. ”

"I'll have to go to Professor Sprout and get some shape-shifting plants to get faster... Who is here? McGonagall hadn't figured out who Moody had changed, but when she saw Harry and Ron, she knew it was Malfoy, and only she could.

"Wait, Professor." Brie spoke up and jumped down from the tree. Moody's face changed suddenly, as did Harry and Ron, and Draco was already wiping tears from his eyes.

Brie took out a bag, which he had Nicol prepare, which contained some materials for magical plants that could help Brie easily complete some special spells.

Brie took a flower out of it and threw it at Draco, unhurriedly sketching the magic as if it were a demonstration, and soon, with the power of the flower and the magic of nature, Draco transformed back into human form from a stoat.

"Brie, help me beat him up!" Draco came back and ran behind Brie, staring at Moody viciously, tears of humiliation in his eyes.

Before Brie could speak, Draco shouted at Moody again, "You lame, one-eyed, rotten head, you..."

"Bang!" Moody raised his cane and struck at Draco, who was blocked by the magic barrier in front of Brie, who glared at Moody with a defiant look in his eyes.

"Boy!" Moody roared, "You should go to your father, a villain hiding in the shadows, and let him teach you to hide in the gutter!" ”

"Whoosh!" A bolt of magic flew out from the tip of Brie's wand, hitting Moody, who had just reacted, so fast that Professor McGonagall only saw an afterimage.

"Twitter?" Moody snapped and fell to the ground, feeling the familiar vision in a daze.