Chapter 368 The Ferret Incident (Revised)

The next morning the storm subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.

When Alan, Michael, and Edward were eating breakfast and studying their class schedule for this semester, large groups of thick blue-gray clouds were rolling above their heads.

Although Admiral Dumbledore said very strictly the method of selecting warriors last night, the unwilling young wizards were still discussing with great enthusiasm what magical method they could use to make themselves older, and then muddle through and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Just then, there was a sudden rustling sound above their heads, and a hundred owls flew in through the open window, bringing everyone the morning mail.

Mrs. Harris stopped sending Alan large and small packages of pastries and food. Because as long as she prepares enough food in the tower, Ellen can take it at any time.

"Alan, my mother asked me to give this to you." Malfoy handed a large bag of candies and cakes to Alan.

"Thank you!" Allen was not polite and took it with a smile.

Malfoy's eyes lit up and he returned to the Slytherin table with dignity.

Many times, people subconsciously reject the kindness of others out of self-protection.

But in fact, when you refuse, you also reject the idea of ​​others wanting to be friends with you.

Never be afraid of owing a favor, and never be afraid of not paying back what you owe others. Friendship gradually deepens as you come and I interact.

In the first lesson of the school year, the Ravenclaws felt the difference in the fourth grade. Professor Flitwick actually gave them a quiz in class.

"It seems that your little minds have completely forgotten all the knowledge you learned last semester." Professor Flitwick sighed and began to criticize one by one.

A deep and deep bell sounded, and get out of class was over. Except for Allen, almost all the Ravenclaws were relieved and left the Charms classroom one after another.

"Ha, Malfoy, looking at your appearance this morning, you respectfully presented a tribute to Allen. Doesn't it feel good to be praised by your master?"

From a distance, Allen heard Ron's exaggerated laughter, "Look at you, you looked like a pug wagging its tail!"

Alan stepped forward and found that everyone in the hall was listening to Ron and Malfoy talking.

"Pug? I actually saw a real pug at the World Cup, nodding and bowing to everyone who came in. That's your brother - Percy, right!" Malfoy looked at Ron sideways and drawled. .

Everyone in the hall looked at Ron, who tightened his grip on the wand.

"Go away, Malfoy," said Harry. "Don't worry, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, right?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Then please tell me, did his brother lift you up to the sky, the star of salvation?" ?”

"And you, Malfoy?" said Harry - grabbing the back of Ron's robes to stop him from lunging at Malfoy - "look at the way you look at Alan, like a pug. It’s like seeing meat and bones!”

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult Alan, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth." Harry said, frowned, glanced at Alan beside him, and turned around.

boom!

Several people screamed uncontrollably——

Allen curled his lips, and Malfoy had to improve his accuracy in casting spells. He aimed at Ron but almost hit Harry.

At this time, another loud noise was heard. boom! Then a roar echoed through the foyer.

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

Everyone turned quickly and Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs. He held the wand in his hand and pointed it at a snow-white stoat. The stoat was shivering on the stone paved ground, where Malfoy had been standing just now.

There was an eerie silence in the foyer. Moody turned to look at Harry—at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, while his other eye was boring into his head.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse.

"No," said Harry, "no hit."

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.

"Don't touch - what?" Harry asked, confused.

"Not you—it's him!" shouted Moody again, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but was too frightened to move. Moody's rolling eye seemed to have magical powers, allowing him to see what was behind his head.

Moody began to limp toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, who yelped in terror, ducked away, and ran toward the basement classroom.

"I don't believe this evil!" Moody yelled and pointed his wand at the ferret. The ferret suddenly rose ten feet into the air, fell to the ground with a snap, and then rose up again.

"I hate people who attack others from behind," Moody said gruffly - as the stoat jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, "This is the most filthy and despicable thing to do. Cowardly behavior..."

The stoat jumped into the air, its legs and tail waving desperately.

"Don't—do—this—never—again," said Moody, and every time the stoat fell to the stone floor and jumped up again, he burst out with a word.

Bang, there was another loud bang, and it wasn't Malfoy.

Everyone turned to look at where Professor Moody had been. There was a penguin standing on the floor, leaning crookedly, flapping its short wings desperately, trying to control its fat body.

Seeing everyone's gaze, the penguin seemed to be furious and rolled directly to the ground.

The little wizards in the foyer couldn't help laughing, but when they thought of the identity of the penguin in front of them, they immediately suppressed their laughter.

Allen walked out and pointed the wand in his hand at the penguin - the penguin suddenly rose to ten feet in the air, exactly the same height as the stoat just now, then fell to the ground headfirst with a snap, and then fell to the ground again. Suddenly it rose up, and the hair had been rubbed off in many places on its body, revealing the bare bird skin.

He looked up at the penguin, whose head was constantly being thrown to the ground. Although his light-colored eyes were filled with tears from pain and shame, his clenched fists and red cheeks were telling the story of his feelings at this time. Excited.

"What I hate most is people who attack others from behind and bully others." Allen deliberately imitated Moody's tone of voice. At this time, the penguin jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, and a long white The feces spurted out, just hitting Ron's mouth, which was open and stunned at the side.

Ron closed his mouth all of a sudden, and after being stunned for a long time, he let out a "wow" and supported Harry, his chest heaving violently, and the people around him immediately moved away from him.

"Alan Harris!" said a startled voice.

Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble stairs, holding a stack of books in her arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," Alan said calmly, making the penguin jump higher.

"What - what are you doing?" asked Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the penguins jumping in the air.

"Teach a lesson," Allen said.

"Lesson - what, Alan, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in her arms fell to the ground.

"No." Allen said.

Professor McGonagall sighed slightly, but Ellen's next words made her mouth purse immediately.

"It's Professor Moody," Allen said.

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall yelled, hurried down the stairs and pulled out her wand.

However, half a day passed and the penguin remained unchanged.

At this moment, with a loud crackling sound, Draco Malfoy was released from the spell by Alan. He curled up into a ball and lay on the stone floor, with his slippery blond hair spread over his face, which was now dazzlingly red. After a while, he stood up, trembling.

"Alan Harris, restore Professor Moody quickly. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net" Professor McGonagall looked at Alan sternly. She knew that Alan must have used strong magic to enhance the effect of transformation. She There is no way to untie it in a short time.

"Professor McGonagall, Moody, as a professor, actually took action against Malfoy, a student, and turned him into a ferret. I just did to Professor Moody what he did to Malfoy." Allen He said loudly, Malfoy on the side nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with tears.

"But this does not give a reason for a student to take action against the professor. You should report it to the professor first." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, with a serious expression and a stern tone.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall. I am not punishing an unruly professor as a student, but as a school director." Allen's eyes narrowed and he said with a smile.

"Professor, you can tell by looking at Weasley's condition that he is not suitable to lift the curse immediately." Malfoy looked viciously at the penguin lying on the ground.

"Go to the school doctor's office first." Professor McGonagall made a decision and held the penguin in his hand.

Before leaving, Malfoy walked up to Ron and muttered in his ear, "You're a shit-eater," deliberately imitating a Scottish accent.

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