Although the rain had stopped, the first day of school had not been a pleasant one for Harry.

The herb class with Hufflepuff in the morning was peaceful, and Professor Sprout just told them to squeeze pus from the rhizome of a slug-like plant, because it had high medical value. But in the morning Magical Creatures Protection class, the situation took a turn for the worse.

Unsurprisingly, Hagrid surprised them by bringing out a much more 'interesting' creature than the Hippogriff - the Fried Snail, a small creature that breathes fire, pierces people with thorns in its shell, and especially likes to bite people, in short, no one leaves Hagrid's classroom unharmed.

The afternoon divination class didn't give Harry any useful knowledge, and the only thing he gained was homework that would consume him all weekend.

"I was about to go find you, Harry!"

It was school time, the foyer was crowded with people waiting in line for dinner, Harry and Ron were standing in line with a heavy heart, and Hermione was walking down the stairs from the side with a large pile of tomes, and she saw Harry and Ron at the end of the crowd who were in a bad mood,

"What's going on, you're going to eat first?"

Hermione looked at Harry with some surprise,

"Didn't we always finish Professor Brian's run before dinner?"

Perhaps because the exercise had made Hermione tougher and able to bear more weight, Harry found that after school started, Hermione carried more books with her, not only a pile in her arms, but also a full bag, Harry glanced at them casually, these books were obviously not needed in the fourth grade.

Harry was just about to return to Hermione's question when Ron spoke first,

"Harry needs to rest, Hermione, to ease the fatigue of this torturous day, and to remember the weekend that ended before we even started--"

Harry nodded sincerely,

"That's it."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, obviously not liking Ron's excuse, but considering that 'normal' little wizards need to adjust step by step, she didn't say anything and joined the line.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley! ”

Hermione, who was the assistant coach of physical education, was just about to remind Harry that he was not allowed to make excuses to avoid daily training after dinner, when a shrill voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned to look and saw that it was Malfoy leading Crabbe and Goyle into the foyer from outside the door, Malfoy was panting, with a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, apparently just returning from the Quidditch pitch.

Normally, Malfoy's person would be Harry, but this time, it was a bit strange that he ignored Harry and went directly to Ron.

Harry and Hermione both glanced at Ron quickly, then grabbed the newspaper Malfoy was holding, and instinctively told them that there was something bad in it.

"Why?" Ron was obviously aware of something, and he asked vigilantly.

"There's something interesting!"

A smug smile crossed Malfoy's lips, and he cleared his throat vigorously, speaking in a deliberately loud voice so that everyone in the foyer could hear him.

"There's another mess for the Ministry of Magic -- writes Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for this newspaper, that the strange behavior of Arnold Weasley, who prohibits the misuse of Muggle items, has put the Ministry in a new embarrassing place after the Quidditch attack and the disappearance of a female employee for no apparent reason--"

The name Arnold Weasley only flashed through Harry's mind, and what he remembered was 'the female employee disappeared'.Mr. Weasley and Professor Blaine didn't tell the Ministry of Magic that Bertha Jorkins had died at Voldemort's hands?

There were not many Hogwarts staff and students who subscribed to the Daily Prophet, including Hermione, and when she heard Malfoy raise his head, she tugged at Ron's sleeve and whispered,

"Let's go, Ron, leave Malfoy alone, he's a boring clown--"

But Ron was reluctant to leave, he frowned and pinned himself to the spot, stubbornly trying to finish Malfoy's reading of the news, so Hermione had to cast Harry's gaze for help, but he didn't expect Harry to listen to Malfoy's reading article very seriously.

Half a minute later, Malfoy folded the newspaper and showed the newspaper to the little wizard who was half silent and half pointing at Ron, grinning his white teeth

"Look at this, a picture of your parents, standing in front of your house — you call it a house! If your mom can lose weight, she looks okay, right? ”

Ron trembled with rage, and everyone in the hallway looked at him.

"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry finally came to his senses and noticed what Hermione was telling him with the look, "Don't be angry, Ron."

"Hey, Potter, your big head at the Quidditch World Cup is a lot more interesting than usual, it's a shame that the Daily Prophet should be showing you a show too!"

"Really?" Harry said coldly, "So what about your mom and dad, Malfoy, shouldn't they also make an appearance and plan a naughty little event for them at the Quidditch final, if they report it, what should be used for the background, it is definitely not appropriate to use your house, I think Azkaban is pretty good!" ”

The foyer fell silent in a tumultuous manner, and everyone turned their eyes on Harry, who was stunned for several seconds before realizing what Potter was talking about.

"Shut up, Harry-" Hermione, noticing the stunned look in their eyes, said nervously, "It's not a good thing to say here, there's no evidence, and—"

"How dare you slander my mom and dad, Potter!"

Malfoy's pale face flushed slightly, and he clearly understood what Harry was saying, but there was something strange in his eyes, as if he really didn't know.

"Why, didn't your mom and dad tell you about their naughty little plans?"

Attention quickly jumped from 'Arnold Weasley' to what Harry was referring to, including Ron, who sensed what was wrong with the atmosphere in the foyer, Hermione walked behind the two boys who were standing stupidly, grabbed an arm with one hand, and dragged them away without saying a word.

"Wait, make it clear, Potter!" Malfoy howled.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled in anger and pulled Harry and Ron around directly.

Bang!

Several people screamed--Harry felt something white-hot brush his cheeks--he quickly reached into his robes and pulled out his wand, but before he could touch it, he heard a roar echoing through the hallway.

"Oh, don't do that, boy!"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron jerked around to see Professor Moody limping down the marble staircase, wand in his hand, eyes on the doorway, and looking a little surprised.

"It's good to hide, boy, but I'm going to see where you're hiding!"

Harry immediately looked at the doorway, and found that the marble floor tile where Malfoy had just stood was smearing, and Crabbe and Goyle were stunned and stayed where they were, while Malfoy was scared and jumped out of the door!

"Did he hurt you?"

As he passed Harry, Moody said angrily, his voice low and hoarse.

"No--" Harry said dumbfounded, "didn't hit."

So, Moody quickly walked away from Harry, knocked away Crabbe and Goyle, who were so frightened that their legs were weak, raised his wand high with a gloomy face, and the moment he stepped out of the door, the wand fell again!

Syllable!

A strong wave of wind came from the doorway like a foyer, Harry couldn't open his eyes, and the group of young wizards waiting in line for dinner behind him let out a chorus of exclamations.

"What's going on?"

When she was able to stand firm, Hermione immediately questioned.

Moody was standing motionless at the castle doorway, his wand pointing at the marble staircase outside the door.

"What are you doing here,"

Amosta at the bottom of the stairs glanced at Draco, who looked frightened behind him, raised an eyebrow, put down his wand and looked calmly at the door,

"Professor Moody?"

(End of chapter)