He had heard Sirius say it.

A young wizard named Owen rescued him from the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

But all along, he just thought that the other party was lucky, maybe that little wizard did have some strength, but a teenager, how strong can he be?

"You can try!" Owen said seductively.

He even raised his eyebrows, with provocation written all over his face.

Moody didn't know why the little wizard in front of him, who was already in the dark arts, had such an expression.

But that didn't stop him from teaching this arrogant kid a lesson.

"In that case, then—Dementorship!" Of course, he wouldn't use an unforgivable spell on a young wizard.

But that didn't stop him from using the Dementor Spell.

The difference between Dementor and Imperius is that Dementor can see other people's minds and can be defended against and the person who is spelled will not be controlled.

The Imperius Curse cannot see other people's thoughts and is generally defenseless, but its main function is to control the person who is being spellcast.

In the wizarding world, undefensible spells are the most dangerous, which is why this Dementor Charm looks as evil as the Three Unforgivables, but it is not among the ranks of the Wizards of the Ministry of Magic because it can be resisted by many spells.

————

A flickering white light flashed through the classroom.

Immediately afterwards, both Irving and Moody took a few steps back unexpectedly.

"Merlin's beard!"

The exclamations of the little wizards rang out in the classroom.

All eyes were on them.

Owen shook his head.

It doesn't feel good to have your head pried open.

Even if it's just a sledgehammer slash.

"You." Moody leaned back on the podium.

Head shake.

His half-wooden prosthetic leg slammed into the ground a few times.

It's like relieving some kind of pain.

In an instant, he saw a figure.

The figure of a woman.

Silver-white hair, green eyes.

That face - he would never be mistaken.

It was that woman – Gabriel Rozier.

"Who are you Gabriel Rozier?" Moody snapped.

"Huh?" Owen, who was clutching his temples, turned around in shock, "You know my mother?" ”

"She's your mother?" Hearing Owen's answer, Moody showed a certain expression of sudden realization.

"Humph! No wonder! If there is a mother, there must be a son! ”

Although he said this, his expression was very complicated, and he was not as strong and hateful as he used to talk about dark wizards.

"Decades ago."

Ay?

Is this the beginning?

Who asked you!

Don't explain it, okay!

Owen, who was full of You have your mother's eyes, goosebumps fell to the ground.

"When she was still active on the European continent, she didn't give the Ministry of Magic a lot of trouble, and now the wanted notice about her is still hanging in the Auror manual of the Spanish Ministry of Magic!

I didn't expect—such a powerful witch would." Moody closed his mouth.

There was a memory that he couldn't look back on, and he didn't want to recall.

He was officially an Auror on his first mission to Europe, when he was still young and vigorous.

But this sudden silence made Owen quite uncomfortable, because silence is better than sound!

You either make it clear or don't open your mouth, it's easy to misunderstand halfway through your speech, okay?

But considering his fucking age, it should look quite young

In the Blurred Vision, if she were wearing a Hogwarts uniform, Owen would definitely treat her as a sixth- or seventh-year wizard.

Maybe it's some kind of magical creature bloodline in her body that has the effect of beautifying and nourishing her beauty?

Did I inherit it?

Sirius said he had seen his mother, and Owen speculated that his mother was about the same age as Harry's mother.

But—if that were the case, Moody would have been in his fifties by then!

Lost - I didn't expect it! Unexpected!

I always thought you were a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, not close to women, and it was a shame to be fascinated by a teenage and twenty-year-old girl in her fifties!

Tsk - I guess that's fine

!

"Spain? What is my mom doing in Spain? Although Moody's unshaven appearance made Owen very reluctant that this thing had contact with his mother, the reality does not allow for rebuttals, and it is good for him to learn some about his mother's past.

"Nothing?" Moody's recalibrated his mindset, "Thirty years ago, she set a fire in Madrid and almost burned the whole city,"

He said indifferently.

Seems reluctant to continue the discussion with Owen on this topic.

It is estimated that he should have been beaten very badly, so he kept it secret.

"Thirty years ago?" Owen was stunned, "Thirty years ago, that-"

Sure enough, his mother has some kind of magical creature bloodline that can nourish her face and longevity.

Her appearance must not have changed much since she was nineteen or twenty years old.

Oh~

Thirty years ago, Moody's was probably in his early twenties or early thirties, and he was still a young man!

When I was young, I met a fairy for life, and since then love has taken root, and I think about it from time to time.

Memories are sharp, and there is no room for hatred!!

What does this story tell us?

If you are looking for a female ticket, you must do it as soon as possible, rushing up is to say goodbye, and if you can beat it, you will knock it down, but if you can't beat it, it is nothing more than being beaten!

You don't even have the courage to be beaten, how can you say that you love her?

Of course, this doesn't apply to everyone.

For example———— Moody, stay away from my mother, you ugly comparison!

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In the classroom, the little wizards whispered.

You're not stupid, and of course you can hear that Moody seems to have had a holiday with Owen's mother.

Of course, Owen's mom once almost burned down an entire city

Not only Hannah and Justin, but also the Ravenclaws on the sidelines also looked sideways.

Sure enough, this ability to cause trouble is inherited in the family!

"I'll go, Owen, your mother—that's amazing." Justin gave a silent thumbs up to Owen.

Now he is completely relieved, the reason why this guy is like this is completely inheriting his mother's 'fine tradition'! He used to think that it was because he was an orphan and was bullied by other children in the orphanage in his childhood, which led to a somewhat distorted personality.

Now it seems that those other children, are they okay?

", you don't look at who the is that!" Owen raised his eyebrows confidently, blinking eyes that didn't look like his mother at all. Pride is written all over the face.

"That's cool!" The little wizards ignored the fact that Owen's mother might be a wanted criminal, and one by one they looked envious.

What a powerful witch she must have been able to perform such a great feat!

It's so cool to have such a witch as a mother!

One by one, the children who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic make the only orderly and good professor in the classroom unbearable.

What's wrong with this Hogwarts.

When did this culture grow?

These little wizards, after graduation, are not allowed to cause chaos in the wizarding world.

Especially this Rozier.

Moody's surprise wasn't just due to Owen's mother.

In addition to this, what surprised him even more was that just now, his dementorship had been countered.

It should be said that at the moment when he cast the spell, the little humanoid monster in front of him made a defense, which should be the Iron Armor Spell.

Silent Iron Armor.

Some of his own memories were seen by the kid in front of him.

It's a shame.

Moody's face was dark, but Owen was smiling.

Because in his short, PTT-like pictures, he saw Moody's most real memories.

This can prove that the person in front of him is indeed Moody himself, not someone pretending.

This is a good thing, provoked him for a long time, and the goal was finally achieved.

Next.

After half a lesson, Moody also managed to find a trick to teach at Hogwarts.

He first told a few stories about his lonely pursuit of the murderer.

Successfully gathered the volatile thoughts of the little wizards back.

Then he talked about some of the behavioral characteristics of dark wizards.

Wizards who often use black magic will have relative changes in their spirits and even appearance.

An experienced Auror can even deduce from the appearance of a dark wizard what the dark magic he uses most often.

And Moody's is clearly the top group of Aurors.

The time to come.

The classroom has finally returned to a relatively normal state.

The classroom was silent, no one spoke.

It wasn't until the bell rang and Moody's announced that class was out and leaving the classroom that everyone started talking again.

They're talking?

This is definitely a disappointment for Moody's.

Because they didn't talk about the essentials of dealing with the dark wizards he had just talked about.

Rather, they were chattering about when Owen would be able to fight Moody

Because they looked like they were about to fight.

The news spread outward as the students who attended the class left, and soon, everyone in the entire castle would know about it.

It took almost less than a few hours for Owen's background to be known to everyone at Hogwarts.

"Did you hear what that group of Hufflepuff students said, Owen got into a fight with Moody in Defence Against the Dark Arts class!" Harry excitedly said, "I heard that Moody had a holiday with his mother. ”

"That's right, Owen is avenging his mother!" Ron followed.

Naturally, the Gryffindors who came out of the Potions classroom heard the story.

At this time, they were in the atrium, which was in a castle clearing in the direction of Hagrid's hut after the hallway of the auditorium.

"He got into trouble on the first day, and he deserves to be it." Miss Granger's ratings are naturally not so high.

There is one last class in the afternoon.

In between, she was finally willing to take the time to take a little rest.

"Moody is the best Auror, he might"

Before Ron could finish his sentence, he heard a shout from behind.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley! ”

Hearing the voice, they turned away and looked away.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stood there, looking at them with their toes in their hands.

"What for?" Ron asked angrily.

"I ask you, that Sanchez, he's from the Rozier family?" Malfoy said with a frown.

As the Divine Twenty-Eight Clan, although they share honor, there is also a chain of contempt in the middle, among which the Weasley family is definitely the lowest existence, and the top family among them, Rozier is definitely on the list.

Here, it is not judged by bloodline and family combat effectiveness, but by influence.

Rozier, which originated in France, has a family heritage throughout Europe, America and Africa.

The most powerful of these families, the French family, once upon a time held important positions in the Federation, including the position of vice president.

And their Malfoy family, although they also originated in Europe, but today, except for the British branch, the rest have died out, and there may be other Malfoy family branches, but they are by no means as good as Draco's family.

"What's your business!" Ron said viciously, "Get out of here, Malfoy, you're not welcome here." ”

"Don't talk like that, Ron!" Hermione stopped Ron from spitting incense that might have followed.

She rose silently and rose from a stone bench in a circle under a large English oak tree in the atrium.

"Owen belongs to the Rozier family, what do you want to do?"

"Rozier?" Draco frowned, looking at Hermione gloomily.

He never understood why his father was so 'loved' to Owen and the poop, and for that reason he even kept sending him letters last year warning him not to provoke those two.

Now, after learning about Owen's background, he finally understands something.

Could it be that his father had taken a fancy to the surname Rozier?

Want to woo them?

I heard that Sanchez is French, then he should be from the French Rozier family.

Was it my father who wanted to open up the French market?

Draco didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from feeling disgusted from the bottom of his heart for the bastard who was madly causing trouble for himself at the World Cup.

"No wonder you're following the wanted criminal's offspring like ass." Malfoy sneered, "Oh! Weasley may have taken a fancy to his family's Kim Galleon, after all, the redheads' family all live in a rotten shack, well! It's pitiful.

I've seen your house in the newspaper, a picture of your parents, standing in front of your house. Oh my God, you call this a house! If your mom can lose some weight, she looks okay, right?

As for you, mudbloods. He looked at Hermione again, "People may believe your, but I won't!"

What a Gryffindor heir, what Godric's blood, don't be funny, you're just a Muggle wizard, with the same inferior blood as your lowly parents.

When you approach that guy, you are dreaming of marrying into a pure-blood, and you want to become a noble pure-blood wizard.

Hmph, sure enough, it's just like your lowly bloodline, and you're doing tricks.

As for Pote, I really doubt that he has a brain. There will be nothing else but trouble, just wait! How long can Dumbledore shelter you? Follow that Sanchez all day long, I'm afraid I'm not thinking about going home, and when Dumbledore is dead, there will be him to protect you. ”

Draco was firing on fire, standing under the hallway, his upper lip holding his lower, babbling and slandering them.

All around, everyone listened to it, and they were blinded.

The little wizards who were watching had already packed up their things, and stayed away from the four of them one by one very tacitly.

In the hallway, the little wizard stuck his head out and stared at Harry with a playful expression.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry turned his head to Ron and asked.

"I don't know, I broke my head when I went downstairs?" Ron looked puzzled with the same expression.

O Malfoy!

It's been a long time since I've been so arrogant.

Suddenly attacking them today made him a little - unnatural.

"Which of you comes first?" Hermione grimaced, already drawing her wand.

"It's a school, after all, and - if we lose the house again this year, I'm afraid of Professor McGonagall." Harry said with some trepidation, after all, if they were to be deducted points again this year, it would be the fourth consecutive year of losing the game.

Not to mention Professor McGonagall, even he himself was a little embarrassed.

"I will!" Hermione muttered.

Then he didn't wait for Harry to react.

A sharp, blinding spell whizzed through, and the blow wasn't aimed at any of the Malfoy trio over there.

The spell exploded on the stone pillar in the hallway next to them.

The crumbling stone smashed into the three Slytherins like scattered flowers.

"Iron Armor!" Draco's reaction wasn't slow, and he quickly propped up an illusory armor to fend off the rubble.

And Gawain and Crabbe next to him were out of luck.

All the stones went towards them.

But the most unfortunate thing is the stone pillar in the corridor.

Shi Zhu: Lao Tzu is spicy!

"Tap Hermione, don't beat him to death!" Harry let out a loud cry, but from the excitement in his eyes, he knew he wished the man he had just chanted the spell was himself.

As for Hermione, her brow gradually relaxed after seeing Malfoy softly resist her Demolition Charm, and she finally knew where this guy had the courage to say those three words in front of her.

It's been a year and a half and no longer has that word coming out of the mouth of that little wizard at Hogwarts.

Guess whose credit is this?

It can't be Dumbledore's contribution to building civilization at Hogwarts!

As for why Malfoy suddenly swelled.

Hum! It was nothing more than the defeat of some Durmstrang wizards during the World Cup, which gave him a little more confidence.

Hehe—what a frog at the bottom of a well!

Hermione sneered.

His eyes were full of disgust.

She raised her head, shredded hair sliding down her sides, and the next moment, the spell flew out from the tip of her vine wand.

"Huh?"

The spell didn't hit Malfoy, but fell into the ground in an arc just a few feet from him.

"Didn't you eat, the spell is so weak." Malfoy let out a sharp scoff, but before he could be happy, the soles of his feet suddenly loosened.

"Idiot!" Miss Granger looked at Malfoy as he suddenly sank into the ground, her eyes narrowing with a deep sense of disgust.

The Iron Charm can resist the spell, but it can't stop her from changing the terrain.

It was just a simple transfiguration trick that turned the marble beneath his feet into a soft swamp, and the fool was completely defenseless and fell straight in.

"Damn it." Draco cursed.

It's the same feeling as it was during the World Cup.

"Goyle! Get me out, you idiot, and Crabbe! ”

Malfoy yelled around.

But when he searched for his two henchmen, he suddenly found that they had fled to the end of the corridor.

Leave him where he was.

"Damn it! Come back! Come back! He screamed hysterically.

(End of chapter)