Chapter 369: Fried-Tailed Snail (Modified)

Under the double blow of grief, anger and pain, the penguin actually fainted on the ground, causing an uproar.

A figure appeared in the hall, and the audience fell silent.

It was Dumbledore, and Fawkes circled around him and began to hover in the air.

Dumbledore looked at the penguin seriously, "This is—"

"Professor Moody, Dumbledore. As a school manager, Alan Harris punished Moody who violated the rules and corporal punishment for shooting students." Professor McGonagall introduced the situation in a few words and did not include more subjective opinions.

Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall, raised his arm casually, and rushed towards the penguin on the ground with a spell.

The penguin twitched on the ground, and amid the exclamation of everyone, it turned into a half-human half-penguin shape—his head and arms still kept the penguin shape, but his torso returned to a human shape.

"Alan used strong magic skills when he used Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall explained from the side.

There was a strong vomiting sound, and Ron could hardly stand up, spitting out half white and half yellow filth from his mouth - half of them returned to their original shape.

"Well, Professor Moody had a good appetite at the dinner last night and cleaned up." Professor Dumbledore helped Ron clean his mouth.

Then he broke the spell again for Moody.

Moody finally regained his original shape, curled up on the ground, motionless.

"Someone needs to take Professor Moody to the infirmary," said Professor Dumbledore, and then saw Ron, who was kneeling on the ground next to him still vomiting, and added, "Well, Mr. Weasley needs to go too."

Soon, several Gryffindors came out under the gaze of Professor McGonagall, and carried away Professor Moody.

Accompanied by Ron, who was still vomiting, Harry went to the school infirmary while applying "clean up" to him.

"Mr. Harris, we need to talk when you are not in class at night." Dumbledore extended an invitation to Allen.

Allen nodded, Dumbledore waved, Fox flew to his side, and they disappeared from the hallway without a trace in an instant.

Allen walked to the place where Moody fainted just now, and silently picked up a few penguin hairs that fell off when he tortured him.

Then, he walked to the long table in Ravenclaw and waited for lunch.

Professor McGonagall watched his back, and after a while, she pointed at the fallen books with her wand, causing them to rise into the air and return to her arms.

"Alan, it's so cool!" Michael, who saw the whole process, whispered to Alan.

No matter which academy it is, people around are excitedly discussing what happened just now.

"Malfoy turned into a jumping ferret, and Professor Moody turned into a penguin. People will talk about this for years." Michael raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Allen and Edward beside him couldn't help laughing either. Then Allen began ladling a large spoonful of beef chowder onto his plate.

"Professor Moody should be very embarrassed now. He taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, but ended up falling on Allen." Michael snorted and smiled unkindly.

"And that poor Ron Weasley, his first kiss seems to be kept until after graduation." Edward avoided the dish with long white bean sprouts on the dining table, imitating Alan, for I scooped a large spoonful of beef mixed meat.

"Didn't he give that Krum his first kiss at the World Cup?" Edward swallowed the beef, and said vaguely, "What class do we have in the afternoon?"

"Fantastic Beasts Protection Class." Allen put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"I don't know what interesting animals Hagrid will prepare." Edward liked the Care of Fantastic Beasts class very much, and the animals in the last school year were very interesting.

"It's better to be a little exciting." Michael is also looking forward to it.

After lunch, as they walked down the gently sloping lawn to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid stood outside the hut door, one hand on the collar of his huge hound Fang.

on the ground at his feet,

There were a few open wooden boxes, and Yaya whined, struggling to grab the collar, as if he wanted to examine the contents of the box carefully.

As they approached, a strange rattling sound reached their ears, and there were occasional faint explosions.

"Good afternoon!" said Hagrid, smiling at Ellen, Edward, and Michael. "It's so early for you guys, you'd better wait for the Hufflepuffs, they sure don't want to miss this - Fried Tail screw!"

"Say it again?" Michael's eyes widened.

Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet.

"Oh, how disgusting!" Edward looked at them with disgust.

Edward glanced at Michael again: "It's exciting enough."

"It's so exciting—" Edward murmured looking at the snails that were crawling on top of each other and shooting sparks from their tails from time to time.

"Just hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "you can raise them yourself! We can have a big project!"

"Big project?" Alan didn't care about Hagrid's big project, he was more concerned that Hagrid might be making trouble for himself again.

Aunt Josephine was in the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, but she could be contacted to help Hagrid get a breeding permit, as long as Hagrid didn't make any other moths.

For Michael, the more exciting things are yet to come. They need to feed these snails with ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes.

"It's a good thing they're still small." On the way back to the castle, Michael sighed as he looked at the burn on his leg from the snail.

"Once Hagrid figured out how to feed them, they would suddenly become very large." Edward recalled Hagrid's pumpkin patch, and said with a little thought and horror.

Other Ravenclaws felt that Edward was right. Hagrid definitely had expertise in raising animals-especially dangerous animals.

After dinner, Allen rushed back to the tower and went straight to the perception room on the top floor.

With the help of Moody's hair and perception magic he got, Allen saw Moody smoothly.

He walked quickly through the corridors of the castle, and soon returned to his office.

He locked the door, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and then went to a box with seven locks, inserted the seventh key into the lock, and lifted the lid of the box.

The bottom of the box turned out to be a big pit, like a basement. On the floor about three meters deep, there was a person lying on the floor, skinny as a stick, as if asleep.

It's the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden legs were gone, the magic eye was hollow under the eyelids, and several strands of his gray hair were missing.

And the Moody who opened the box can be sure that it is a fake.

The face of the fake Mudi changed, the scars gradually disappeared, the skin became smoother, and the mutilated nose grew and shrunk. The long gray hair was shortening, becoming a pale yellow.

Suddenly, with a clang, the wooden leg fell aside, and a real leg grew out. Then the magic eye popped out of its socket, and a real eye took its place. The magic eyeball rolled to the floor and was still spinning around.