The staple of the table, lamb chops and potatoes.

Hermione gobbled it up, eating fast.

In a hurry, completely disregarding his own image.

I should have given up the useless thing of choosing a mate! (laughs)

"You look like you haven't eaten in three days." Ron said in shock.

Looking at Hermione, he actually had a trace of fear.

"No—it's four days." Harry said equally jokingly.

Seeing her stuff a handful of bean sprouts into her mouth and bulging her mouth, Ron finally couldn't help but speak, "Is there no one you care about in the castle?" ”

"I'm in a hurry!" She said.

"What's the time?"

"I'm going to the library, I still have a lot of questions about alchemy and transfiguration."

"Huh?" Ron couldn't believe it, "Hermione—it's only the first day of school!" You are crazy? ”

"Besides, isn't this year's alchemy professor still in Hogwarts?" Harry looked at Hermione earnestly, George and Fred had told them a few days ago that they had said that their alchemy course was going to be pushed back.

Because this year's alchemy professor seems to have been delayed by something, and he will arrive at Hogwarts a little later.

And Dumbledore didn't interfere, he just asked the young wizards who chose to practice alchemy to review it.

Harry and Ron knew about it, and so did Hermione.

For those who can pass these two exams. The professor didn't make it to school, which was a great joy. Lady Luck is smiling and belongs to yes.

Pre-study or revision?

Sorry, they don't know how to spell those two words.

"I'm going to catch up with the others before the professor arrives at Hogwarts!"

"You're trying to catch up with Owen!" Harry ruthlessly pierced Hermione's little heart.

Hearing this, Miss Granger, she unconsciously lowered her head again, and ate in a whirlwind.

When she swallowed the last bite of the potato, she jumped to her feet and said only, "See you in the afternoon." ”

He ran away.

"What the hell is wrong with her? She had never been so attentive to a particular course. Ron asked Harry.

"I don't know." Harry, who was about to watch the World Cup video with Wood again, suddenly lost his voice.

"Forget it - Harry, let's go to the lawn," Ron said excitedly, as his buddy seemed to have a pause in his life.

He stood there with a silly smile on his face.

Ron paused, frowning and following Harry's vision.

I saw a group of girls with blue bow ties and an eagle badge on their chests suddenly walk in front of the auditorium.

The girl at the head of the group, Ron, knew.

is a Ravenclaw 5th grader, Cho Chang.

"Harry? Harry! Ron raised his voice and shouted in Harry's ear.

But the effect only made him tilt his head slightly, and the smile on his face was like an idiot, and he didn't stop, "She's so beautiful!" Harry said dumbfounded.

It's just that maybe the noise that Ron just made was heard by the Ravenclaw girls.

The girl turned around when Harry stared blankly at the house and said, 'She's so pretty,' and said, 'She's so pretty'.

Instantly, Harry felt a rush of heat and a crimson on his cheeks.

And this scene naturally fell into Zhang Qiu's eyes, the girl was a little embarrassed, her eyes quickly dodged, and she didn't dare to make contact with Harry's fiery gaze.

But the restlessness that came from the hearts of the boys and girls made her can't help but fall her eyes on Harry again.

The eyes are facing each other.

Cho smiled and successfully dealt critical damage to the Savior.

It was like a spring wave stirring the water by the lake, and the ripples gradually increased from one point to another, and Harry who sank into the lake was completely unaware, except for Ron's voice that seemed to come from the sky.

"Harry! Harry!! ”

"Harry!!

"Ding—"

The bell rang for the afternoon class.

Owen and Hannah Justin walked together towards the third floor.

When they arrived in a hurry because Owen had overtaken a nap, the classroom was already full.

Emotions were running high, and they were looking forward to the new professor's class, especially Moody's senior Auror, which was the first time in several years that Sirius had been enthusiastic.

In the classroom, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet, and everyone took out their textbooks and waited.

Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic grunting footsteps down the hallway.

He walked into the classroom, looking as weird and scary as usual.

As you can see, his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away." He said in a rough voice, struggling to the side of the podium on crutches and sitting down, "You don't need these textbooks, I don't need them in class, take out your wand." ”

The little wizards put the books in their school bags, and one by one they looked very excited.

As a rule of thumb, pulling out a wand means it's going to be a lot of fun.

Moody pulled out the roster, shook his head, and removed the long gray hair from the twist. The scarred face shook off and began to take names. His normal eye moved down the list, and the magic eye kept spinning around, staring at each student who answered.

It's like interrogating criminals.

"Alright." When the last student was done, he said, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin and Professor Sirius, introducing the class. Looks like you've got a pretty good grasp of how to deal with dark magic beasts - you've learned how to deal with boggart, red hats, hinkpunk, Grindellow, Kaba, and werewolves, right?"

"Yes, Professor!" Justin craned his neck proudly.

Although Owen was always pointing fingers at him, Justin was actually quite good at the class, at least better than the young wizards outside the trio (Gryffindor and Hufflepuff).

It's just that Owen is there, so he is a little 'unresponsive'.

In fact, Justin is at Hogwarts School, and his magical talent is considered to be among the top ones.

It's just that there is one person who is ahead of everyone else.

Yes – that's always been how Justin has always felt.

"Good!" Moody nodded, "Given what happened last Christmas, I think you've been exposed to probably the most evil Dark Wizards in the world, as well as the Dark Arts. ”

Moody was not involved in the pre-Hogwarts battles.

He had fainted by then.

However, Sirius sent a letter detailing these messages.

At least he knew that the group of seemingly ignorant young children in front of him had already come into contact with the world's most evil wizard, Lord Voldemort.

Some of them even fought Voldemort.

This surprised him, especially Harry and Owen.

One was able to fight Voldemort in a few moves, and the other was able to save him from that horrible group of monsters.

Then there was the World Cup.

He was so surprised.

He didn't understand why the little wizards at Hogwarts were so strong all these years! He had the impression that few of those young wizards, even in the seventh grade, were fully proficient in some basic Defence Against the Dark Arts.

So when Dumbledore invited him, he didn't think much about it and agreed.

He's going to see—to see why Hogwarts has changed so much.

"Some of you are indeed very good, and you can even say that you are too good."

"Yes, I read the newspapers and know what you guys did during the World Cup." Moody swept through all the young wizards present, and many of them made it to the newspapers, "But I will say that you are well-informed, but you have never really fought a dark wizard one-on-one. ”

"Of course, Dumbledore can't give you such a chance, or he should retire."

"Haha." Moody's sudden joke lightened the atmosphere in the classroom.

There are many young wizards who have started talking to each other, bragging to their best friends about their feat at the World Cup.

How he grabbed Beauxbatons with his hands and stepped on Durmstrang.

"But—just by looking at it, you can never learn how to fight properly!" Moody suddenly raised his voice.

The rough sound, like a broken drum, thick and low, coarse, mixed with a full of unpleasant noises. His magic eye suddenly turned violently, and immediately stopped on Owen's body, "If a dark wizard suddenly unleashes a killing curse on you now, how do you deal with it!" Irving! ”

"Huh?" Owen was a little confused when his name was called—he was staring at Moody.

It is speculated if he was pretended by someone else.

So far, I really haven't seen him pull out any strange jars and cans and take a sip of the mysterious potion inside.

But that doesn't mean that the Moody in front of him is 100% him.

After all, Owen himself had seen someone who could transform without relying on potions, and one was his grandfather, Grindelwald.

The other is Tonks.

"Use Transfiguration to conjure up any object to physically resist. Such as walls, shields, etc. Requisition Charms can be blocked by solid obstacles. ”

"Good—but most objects don't stop the Killing Curse outright, especially from the hands of deranged dark wizards." Moody's added.

"That- remember the casting action of the killing curse, and when the opponent uses it, use the disarming charm in advance to disarm his wand."

"Suddenly! I mean suddenly. What can you see in the dark corridor? Moody suddenly glared at him, and an invisible sense of oppression came over his face.

“.” Owen looked up into Moody's eyes.

He didn't notice the oppression, but the strong smell of strange potions on his body almost irritated his eyes.

Rubbing his somewhat sour nose, Owen sneezed.

Then he looked at him silently, and said flatly: "That-take advantage of the last moment of your life, raise your middle finger towards the green light, and many years later, facing the dark wizard, people will remember the distant night when you faced the evil without fear."

When noble people pass by your cemetery, they will leave hot tears for your interesting and great soul. ”

“.”

Wonderful!

Meow! The idea.

It's all good except for your own burp!

Moody stared at Owen speechlessly. The corners of this veteran Auror, half of the dark wizards of Azkaban were the ruthless people he sent in, and the corners of his mouth twitched for the first time.

Is this what a normal wizard can come up with?

It's so great, remove those modifiers - what's the difference between waiting to die in place!

He stared at Owen for a long time, and after making sure that the kid wasn't playing tricks on him, but really thought it would be cool, he completely lost his heart and turned his eyes elsewhere.

"Wrong!"

"The right thing to do is to lie down immediately!" Moody looked at the young wizards and told him about his years of combat experience.

"It's no secret that wizards need to aim when casting spells, and most wizards choose their bodies as targets." He said. "Because it makes it more likely to hit the other person."

"You should get down immediately, it's the fastest reaction you can make, and then fight back between his spells."

Moody's words made the little wizards present look thoughtful.

They had never heard of such meticulous combat techniques.

But - does it really work?

No matter how you look at casting the Killing Curse, it's a matter of a split second, and they don't have time to react.

Moody seemed to see the confusion in the little wizard's eyes, and he moved his short leg up and down the classroom, 'Bang! Boom! The sound of the voice is endless.

"Yes, lying down is not 100% useful, but it is the most useful." He warned: "Don't be reckless. ”

"I know that the level of wizarding wizards coming out of Hogwarts has become higher and higher over the years."

He's definitely talking about Percy.

Owen speculated.

He was the only one of the junior wizards of the upper level who was now in the position of assistant to the head of the Auror Office.

And Moody's is most likely to have access to him.

"Many rookie Aurors have lost their lives because of their egotism." With difficulty, he stood up on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer of the podium, and pulled out a glass bottle.

Three big black spiders crawled in it, looking terrifying.

"Maybe you all know all three of them, but you've never been so close." Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and placed it on the open palm for everyone to see.

"Sanchez, do you know how to cast the Unforgivable Spell?" He placed the spider on the table, MONOCULUS slightly raised.

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

In the next second, a green spell flew by, and after the green light that made people unable to open their eyes, the spider in front of him who was still alive and kicking just now died quietly.

"Isn't this coming without opening your mouth?" Owen spread his hands, his face relaxed.

“.”

In the empty classroom, it was as if an invisible behemoth flew through the air, the shadow of death.

It had just descended here and taken the life of that poor spider.

“.”

Moody's pupils constricted rapidly, he never expected that Owen would directly cast a spell on Arvada-

Instinctively, he quickly drew his wand and aimed it at Owen.

In an instant, he came back to his senses.

Moody stared at Owen, and a thousand waves instantly rose in his head.

Originally, he just wanted to deter the most 'rampant' little wizard at Hogwarts, whether it was in Sirius letters or Lupin's letters.

He even had the idea that the kid might have a Reimburser Curse or a Heartburn Curse.

But the Killing Curse, which only the most evil sorcerers, can cast. He would never believe that a teenager could do it.

This has nothing to do with magic skills, the Killing Curse, in order to cause terrible consequences, must require the caster to be unusually cruel and terrible. You have to be crazy about killing the person in front of you in order to use this magic properly.

As far as the little wizards of Hogwarts, the little darkness in the hearts of these children, can make their noses bleed, Moody is deeply skeptical.

But now—he looked sideways at the dead spider corpse that couldn't die anymore.

Such a huge power is beyond the reach of an ordinary young wizard.

He had some suspicions that the child in front of him was actually a Death Eater who had drunk a polyjuice decoction and had infiltrated Hogwarts.

"You"

Moody's MONOCULUS frantically surveyed Owen back and forth. The big MONOCULUS is even going to break.

He was about to say something.

But before he could speak, the reaction of the little wizards on the side made Moody puzzled.

Because they're — there's no reaction.

Justin clutched his chest and pretended to have been hit by a spell, then fell down on his back on the table, joking with Ernie McMillan.

McMillan and they were roommates.

He was a stocky student. I have a good relationship with Hannah Justin.

Of course, there was no bad relationship with Hannah Justine in the whole of Hufflepache.

A few of them have also become loyal, honest, fair play, and hardworking again after Owen's earnest teaching.

Hannah and Susan exchanged words, as if talking about the eight-eyed giant spider of the previous year.

It was much bigger than the spider Moody had taken out.

Most of the other little wizards had this indifferent expression, as if Owen had just cast a levitation charm.

Moody took the young wizard's reaction to it.

He was puzzled.

I don't understand why the little wizard's reaction would be so understated.

Could it be that – times have really changed?

Or - Dumbledore improved the magic?

So that it can be unleashed without too many evil thoughts?

The idea popped into Moody's mind, but he shook his head and vetoed it in an instant.

How is this possible, the Killing Curse has been alive for hundreds of years.

Sure enough, the little wizard in front of him is more likely to be pretended to be a Death Eater!

"Can you use a killing curse? How can you? ”

"It's just a spell." Owen spread his hands and said indifferently, "I don't know how many wizards have died under this spell in the past few months. ”

"You're not going to put me in Azkaban just because I slaughtered a spider!" He shook his head and looked at Moody with a smirk.

"There are still a lot of people out there who haven't been convicted for this!"

"They will have retribution." Moody said solemnly, "Years ago, many wizards claimed to have been under the control of the Imperius Curse, which is why they followed the mystery man. There are still many people who use this as an excuse. ”

"Oh! Then I won't. Owen's clear eyes shone with confidence, "My little head has so many secrets in its melons that I've spent some time doing this, and now—no one can break into my brain." ”

"Really?"

Moody's normal eyes were full of wariness.

(End of chapter)