The next morning, the storm that had been going on all day finally stopped.

Kyle and Connor arrive at the auditorium to have breakfast and study their new class schedule for the year.

"Look, we haven't had Potions classes in the past few days!" Mikel suddenly shouted excitedly as if he had discovered some new continent.

"Neither do we." Cedric spread out his timetable, "Let me find ...... Oh, and the first Potions class was scheduled for next Wednesday. ”

"So do we!" Hannah next to her also said, "The first Potions class will be held next Friday." ”

"You are all here?" Cedric stood up in confusion and walked down the long table to the end, realizing that there was no Potions class for the week, regardless of the grade.

Even he was the first to take Potions class.

But it's only Tuesday, and it's eight days of weekends, and there's not a single Potions class?

It's nothing like this in one grade, but it's a bit abnormal in seven grades.

"Connor, do you know anything?" Cedric asked in a whisper, "Professor Snape didn't come to school?" ”

"He has other things to do, and it may be a few days late to come."

Connor said, "Professor Dumbledore came to look for him not long after the holiday began, and since then he has rarely left the house again, and he won't let me in...... So I don't know exactly what happened. ”

After saying that, Connor subconsciously glanced at Kyle, who was drinking pumpkin juice.

She thought Kyle probably knew why Dumbledore had gone to Snape that day, after all, he had obviously known the house-elf during the Quidditch World Cup, and he seemed to know him well.

But seeing that Kyle was just eating without saying a word, she didn't mention it.

As for the others, they were equally uninterested in this, and the only thing they cared about was not having to take Potions classes for a week.

Suffice it to have this good news.

Mikel happily took a long sip of pumpkin juice as if it were a glass of celebratory champagne.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings overhead, and a hundred owls flew in through the open window to bring everyone the morning mail.

A brown owl tosses a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table.

Kyle poured it some nachos, then opened the newspaper and read it.

On the front page, it's still what happened at the Quidditch World Cup...... Former Ministry of Magic staff member Yaxley was imprisoned in Azkaban after being found to have used Unforgivable.

The whole process of his trial is also attached below, judging from the photos, Yaxley is quite excited, has been roaring non-stop, and the originally neat hairstyle is also messed up like an old broom in the school broom room.

But it didn't work, the second photo is of him being dragged away by the Aurors.

"Ha, I knew they wouldn't be able to run." Cedric said, "I heard Bill say that someone cast two Diamond Curses on Mr. Weasley in a row, and it must be him." ”

"Definitely yes." Kyle put away the newspaper and glanced up in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Malfoy was also reading the Daily Prophet, and it was evident that he was not in a good mood, and his face was paler than usual, as were Crabbe and Goyle.

They had never taken their eyes off the food while eating, but today they kept staring at the newspaper, and the food in front of them did not move at all.

After breakfast, several people walked out of the auditorium together, ready to go to the first class.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts ......," Connor said, "I don't know what happened to Professor Moody. ”

"It shouldn't be bad." Cedric, who was following him, said, "Professor Moody is a legendary Auror, and it is said that half of the people in the Azkaban were captured by him, so such a person must have real skills. ”

"I hope so......" Mikel said.

After going through Lockhart, he now has no hope of the so-called reputation, whether he has the ability or not depends on how well he teaches.

On the third floor, Cedric was separated from them, and his first class was Transfiguration.

Kyle and the others went to the other side.

Although the class had not yet been held, there were already quite a few people in the classroom, and it seemed that everyone was interested in Professor Moody's class.

Kyle found an empty seat in the back of the classroom, took out his Dark Arts: Guide to Self-Defense, and waited.

Soon, they heard Professor Moody's characteristic footsteps coming from outside the hallway.

The originally noisy classroom instantly quieted down, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily quiet.

Before the bell rang, Professor Moody walked into the classroom, his blue MONOCK's eyes spinning rapidly, looking as strange and scary as they had been at yesterday's banquet.

"Put all the books away." He said in a rough voice, "I flipped through it last night, and there is nothing useful in it, and it is okay below the third grade, but you don't need it." ”

Everyone quickly put the book away, and their eyes were a little excited.

Previous experience tells them that if the professor who accepts the book in the first class is not bad, then his course will definitely not be bad.

For example, Oron in the first grade, and Lupin last year......

Moody walked to the front and pulled out the roster to begin the roll call, his normal eyes moving down the list, his magic eye spinning around, staring at each student who answered.

"Alright." When the last student was done, he said, "Before coming here, I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the class.

First of all, I don't mean to belittle him, but I don't understand why Lupin would have wasted an academic year teaching you how to deal with those dark magic animals...... In my opinion, this should be a second-year course.

After all, those dark wizards aren't stupid enough to carry a few animals around, they have wands! ”

Kyle twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling offended.

Why are you stupid with magical beasts, and you didn't eat your beef shank...... You have the ability to say this in front of Newt.

Kyle sneered in his heart.

Moody on the stage didn't know what he was thinking, and continued, "But since I'm here, it's my duty to show you how wizards do it...... How to deal with spells. ”

Everyone immediately sat up straight, looking impatient, and to be honest, they were a little tired of learning the lessons of dark magic animals all the time.

"Let's start now, then." He smiled hoarsely, "There are many forms of spells, and there are different kinds of magic, including legal spells, and illegal black spells, which we often call black magic...... So can anyone tell me now, you all know about the dark arts. ”

A Gryffindor student raised his hand, "I know one, Drill Heart Charm." ”

"Yes, the Unforgivable Spell, one of the most evil dark spells, and if someone is found to have used it on other wizards, he will have to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban."

Moody grinned, a sinister smile, "I think you must have seen this spell in today's paper." ”

The man nodded.

"That's the best example of this." Moody scoffed, "That stupid guy actually said that he had fallen under the Imperius Curse, this kind of clumsy lie, I don't even need to be on the scene to know it's fake."

Oh, and by the way, the Imperius Curse is likewise one of the unforgivable curses...... Miss Marianne, I suppose you must know this very well, can you please tell me the name of the last Unforgivable Curse? ”

(End of chapter)