Chapter 443 Mad-Eye Moody

"You have something on your mind, my dear..."

"My third eye penetrated your brave face and saw the restless soul in your heart..."

Professor Trelawney's disembodied and ethereal voice echoed in the Divination classroom. Everything here was the same as before. The curtains were tightly drawn, and there were many lamps lit in the circular room. The lamps were all covered with scarves and shawls. , shrouding the entire room in a hazy red light.

The spices piled on the fire burned slowly, and curls of smoke drifted out from the flames. The sweet fragrance was so rich that it made people breathless.

Beside the familiar small round table, the thin Professor Trelawney stood straight in front of Harry, staring at Harry with eyes full of sadness: "I see that the days ahead of you are full of hardships... very difficult... you are afraid of Things are really coming...perhaps sooner than you think..."

Ron sat nearby, watching this scene with bright eyes.

Coming, coming, the death prophecy is coming!

Rolling his eyes, Harry looked expressionless and silently looked at the strings of beads, necklaces, and bracelets on her body. These heavy jewelry sparkled in the firelight as usual.

He just couldn't understand why Professor Trelawney was the only one focusing on him when there were so many students in the Divination class...

He really wanted to give Professor Trelawney some advice, so why not look at Ron next to him, he must be very happy to receive his death prophecy.

Loren, who was at the next table, was holding the Divination textbook for this school year in his hands. Next to him was Neville, who was looking down at his book and peeking at Harry from the corner of his eye.

After Hermione quit the Divination class, his Divination class partner changed several times, and was finally fixed on the honest Neville who had lost weight.

Glancing at Professor Trelawney, who was trying to hypnotize Harry, Loren flipped through the course catalog for this semester, which mainly focused on astrological divination, predicting recent events through the movement of the stars, and comparing signs and events in the Pegasus starry sky. No logic.

"My dear, I regret to tell you that your worries are not groundless..."

"..." Harry remained silent.

Professor Trelawney, who received no response, glanced at him, turned around and passed them lightly, her jewelry jingling, she came up to the stage and sat in a large wing-backed armchair in front of the fire, Face the whole class in a very stylish manner.

"My dear, it's time for us to study the stars." Professor Trelawney said. "The movements of the planets and the mysterious signs they display can only be understood by those who understand how the stars dance and the rules of the dance... Human destiny can be deciphered by the planet's radiant light, which blends into each other..."

Professor Trelawney muttered words about fortune-telling over and over again, accompanied by the rich aroma of the fire, and before long, the little wizards were already drowsy.

Harry shook his groggy head and glanced to the side. Ron's head was clicking like a chicken pecking at rice, and he had completely lost consciousness.

"..." Harry shook his head, no longer counting on this unreliable person. He gently poked Loren, who was reading a book at the next table, wanting to discuss with him whether Malfoy would report Hagrid.

"Loren, Loren..."

Loren lowered his head to read and didn't respond.

Harry turned his head when he realized something was wrong. Neville blinked at him, his little eyes full of confusion, while his little friend supported his chin with one hand and slept more soundly than Ron who was pecking at rice.

Harry: "..."

What kind of teammates are these? None of them are reliable!

"Harry Potter!"

Trelawney's heavy, ethereal voice came from behind.

Harry turned around in excitement, only to find that Trelawney had already faced them at some point, staring directly at him. He quickly sat up straight.

"My dear, I was just saying that when you were born, you were obviously under the ominous influence of Saturn." Professor Trelawney said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, because Harry obviously did not pay attention to her lecture.

"I'm sorry, what happened?"

"Saturn, dear, Saturn!"

Professor Trelawney's tone was obviously annoyed: "I just said that at the moment you were born, Saturn must have dominated the sky...your black hair...your thin body...and your infancy... I lost my parents when I was young...I can tell you, dear, you were born in winter, right?"

"No, my birthday is in July."

There was a burst of suppressed laughter all around, and Professor Trelawney's face became a little stiff. She cleared her throat as if nothing happened: "Divination is not a magic spell. I have taught you everything that can be said in words. In the following time, you will use the chart in the textbook to calculate the position of the planets when you were born..."

Returning to the fire, Professor Trelawney once again turned his back to the students and continued to observe the distant future with his Third Eye.

"Homework!" Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around: "Refer to your respective charts to analyze in detail the impact of the planetary movement on you next month. It must be handed in on Monday next week. No excuses are allowed. !”

The little wizards looked at each other, but after saying this this time, she turned around without looking back, her posture was very precise.

Calculating planetary positions is a tedious task that involves many formulas, looking up many parameters, and calculating many tedious times and angles, not to mention after-school homework to predict the positions of planets and analyze the signs represented by the positions.

As can be expected, most of this weekend will be spent in it.

Seamus and Dean always thought it was because Harry had embarrassed Trelawney and she was venting her anger, but Harry felt that their laughter at that time had angered Professor Trelawney, and neither party could convince them. who.

Until the end of get out of class, Professor Trelawney was still immersed in the world of Third Eye, without looking back or moving. The little wizards had no choice but to tiptoe out of the classroom.

Harry was refreshed by the influx of fresh air. He shook the parchment in his hand and complained: "I calculated that I had two Neptunes when I was born. This must be wrong, isn't it?"

"Ah, well..." Ron imitated Professor Trelawney's soft and nervous tone and said: "When two Neptunes appear in the sky, it definitely indicates that a little person wearing glasses is about to be born. Yes, Harry..."

After hearing this, Seamus and Dean, who were walking behind, giggled, and Loren couldn't help but smile.

…

dinner time.

Loren and others walked through the tower and returned to the auditorium.

The auditorium was packed with little wizards waiting for dinner. Everyone was excitedly talking about the first day of the new semester, especially the sixth-grade wizards who had just taken Mad-Eye's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. They looked very surprised, but said no. Be clear about the specific situation.

The voices of George, Fred and Lee Jordan could be heard from far away.

"Moody! He's so cool, isn't he?"

“It’s more than cool!”

"Awesome!"

"I've never had a class like this."

"He really knows how to work."

Harry and Ron walked over excitedly: "What do you know?"

"Understand what black magic and dark wizards are all about."

"We had his class this afternoon and it was really..."

Loren glanced around and quickly determined his position and sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table. Hermione, who had just finished the ancient runes course, was in the corner.

Was eating dinner and reading the newspaper.

She was wearing a black college robe, with pure white cotton socks underneath the knee-length skirt. One side of her hair was tucked behind her ear, exposing half of her cheek. She looked clean just sitting there.

"Hermione!"

Loren leaned over and took a look. There was strawberry jam and bread again, and then he looked away in disgust and asked, "How do you feel about the ancient runes in the first period of the new semester?"

"It's very pleasant. Professor Babling checked our homework. After class, I communicated with her about the improvement direction of silver coins. But compared to the course, I think you should take a look at this..."

Hermione moved the newspaper over and clicked on the conspicuous headline with her white fingertips - New trouble in the Ministry of Magic!

After scooping a spoonful of bean soup and rice with chickpeas and rice pudding and feeding it into his mouth, feeling the salty and fragrant beans and rice fragrant in his mouth, Loren slowly started to read the news:

There is new trouble in the Ministry of Magic. It seems that the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not over yet. Our special reporter Rita Skeeter reports for you: Recently, the Ministry of Magic failed to effectively maintain order during the Quidditch World Cup and still There has been criticism for not catching the person responsible for releasing the Dark Mark. Yesterday, the Ministry of Magic found itself in a new awkward position due to the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts.

Weasley, who was accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was embroiled in a dispute with several Muggle enforcers (police) yesterday over an offensive collection of rubbish bins.

Mr. Weasley appears to have come to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror. Mad-Eye Moody retired from the Ministry of Magic when he could no longer tell the difference between a simple handshake and deliberate murder... Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Dee had another false alarm and sent out a false alarm by mistake.

Mr. Weasley had to alter the memories of several police officers in order to escape from them. But when asked by a reporter from the Daily Prophet why he wanted to involve the Ministry of Magic in this pointless and potentially troublesome matter, Mr. Weasley refused to answer.

…

Loren swallowed the beans in his mouth and thought for a moment:

"Although there is some incitement and innuendo, Mr. Weasley's handling of the matter is beyond reproach and should not cause any trouble."

"The focus is not on Mr. Weasley, the focus is on Mr. Moody, or Professor Moody."

"What's the meaning?"

"I once met Mr. Moody with Dumbledore. Although we met for a short time, he was definitely not like what the newspapers said, and he couldn't tell the difference between a handshake and murder... On the contrary, he was very sober and was there at the time. Help the Ministry of Magic with their cases.”

Hermione paused and said thoughtfully: "Remember, he was late for yesterday's banquet! I don't think it was as simple as blowing up a few trash cans..."

Loren bit the spoon and took a deep look at the little witch. Is she observing so carefully? If she were to continue investigating like this, she wouldn't expose the fake Moody's disguise in advance, right?

We need to find a chance to talk to Dumbledore as soon as possible.

After listening to Hermione's suspicious analysis for a while, the bean soup and rice on the plate gradually disappeared. Just when he wanted to share some of the dinner for Hermione, he suddenly heard the noise of Harry, Ron and Draco.

"Who do you think you are insulting? It's the Malfoy family!"

"Then shut your stinky mouth!"

"..."

The three people looked at each other angrily and didn't know what they said. They all looked angry and angry. Draco's face turned red even more. Seeing that he was getting more and more angry, his right hand trembled as he held the wand in his hand——

boom!

A loud bang was followed by an ear-piercing roar: "Oh, don't do this, boy!"

Harry turned around suddenly and saw Mad-Eye Moody kicking open the door. He flicked his wand, and a weak gray-white magic shot straight towards Draco.

Harry and Draco stood very close. He could clearly see the magic leaving the tip of the wand, and he knew more clearly the direction in which the magic flew. Subconsciously, Harry held the wand:

"[Expelliarmus]"

The crimson, thick magic beam faced the weak magic that was emitted casually, but was defeated steadily. The glowing red magic slurry scattered everywhere and disappeared silently.

Ron looked at Harry in surprise. He didn't understand why Harry wanted to help that annoying Malfoy, even at the cost of confronting the professor.

Harry came back to his senses and maintained the magic output in a daze. At that moment, he didn't have much thought, so he took action subconsciously.

Seeing Professor Moody's curse gradually approaching, Harry's pupils shrank slightly, feeling that it was getting harder and harder to maintain the magic resistance, and he felt vaguely regretful in his heart.

Moody limped forward, a hollow voice echoing in the auditorium with every step. His bulging magic eyes kept turning, and finally stopped on Harry, with a secret smile on his lips: "I Don’t believe this evil!”

The moment Mad-Eye raised his wand, the more powerful Transfiguration magic flew forward like a python preying on prey, with a range enough to cover both Harry and Draco.

"Sorry, Professor Moody..."

Loren appeared between the two of them, holding the wand up with his slightly downward-pressed wrist, "It is forbidden to cast spells in the corridors and halls of Hogwarts."

In an instant, Harry felt an even more powerful magic covering his wrestling with Moody, and the disarming spell was shot uncontrollably toward the dome of the auditorium.

Not only the disarming spell, Mad-Eye's transformation spell was also coerced and changed its direction. All the little wizards in the auditorium could clearly feel the tremors that shook the air caused by the collision of magic. They subconsciously held their breath and did not dare to breathe.

Seven or eight innocent owls suffered. Except for one or two that were knocked over by the disarming spell, the remaining owls turned into stoats under the surprised eyes of the little wizards. They fell down, causing soup to splash on the dining table.

"Transfiguration!"

Hermione watched the panicked ferret make a mess on the dining table, and her surprised voice unconsciously contained a little anger, ""Hogwarts: A School History" clearly stated that Principal Dippet banned the ban seventy years ago. The students were punished by using transfiguration!"

There was an eerie silence in the auditorium.