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 Trelawny's ethereal voice echoed in the Divination classroom. Everything here was the same as before. The curtains were tightly drawn, and many lamps were lit in the circular room. The lamps were covered with scarves and shawls, casting the whole room in a hazy red light.
The spices piled on the fire burned slowly, and 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 will really come...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 among the 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 at the next table was holding the Divination textbook for this school year in his hand, and next to him was Neville who was looking down at his book and peeking at Harry from the corner of his eye.
After Hermione dropped out of the Divination class, his Divination class partner changed several times, and finally settled on Neville, an honest man who had lost weight.
Looking at Professor Trelawney who was trying to hypnotize Harry, Loren flipped through the course catalog for this semester, which was mainly about astrology, predicting recent events, omens and events through the movement of the stars. Compared with the sky of Pegasus and Starry Sky, there is 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 by them lightly, her jewelry jingling, she went up to the stage and sat in front of the fire with a large belt. Sitting on the wing-backed armchair, he faced the whole class in style.
"My dear, it's time for us to study the stars." said Professor Trelawney. "The movements of the planets and the mysterious signs they display can only be achieved by those who understand how the stars dance and the rules of the dance. Only in this way can we understand the mysteries...Human destiny can be deciphered through the radiant light of the planets, and these lights blend with each other..."
Professor Trelawney muttered about fortune-telling over and over again, in conjunction with the richly fragrant fire. , not long after, 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, without responding.
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 than Ron, who was pecking at rice. Be fragrant.
Harry: "..."
What kind of teammates are these? None of them are reliable!
"Harry Potter!"
Trelawny's heavy, ethereal voice came from behind.
Harry turned around in excitement, only to realize that Trelawny 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, at the moment you were born , Saturn must be dominant in the sky...your black hair...your thin figure...and the fact that you lost your parents when you were a baby...I can tell, my dear, you were born in winter, right?"
"No, my birthday is in July."
There was a suppressed chuckle all around, Professor Trelawney's face was a little stiff, she cleared her throat, as if it was nothing. It's like nothing happened: "Divination is not a magic spell. I have taught you everything I can tell you in words. In the following time, you can use the charts in the textbook to calculate the position of the planets at the time of your birth..."
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 can be made to shirk it!"
The little wizards looked at each other, and after saying this this time, she turned around without looking back, her posture was firm.
Calculating planetary positions is a tedious job 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 the third eye, without looking back and motionless. The little wizards had no choice but to tiptoe out of the classroom.
The influx of fresh air refreshed Harry. He shook the parchment in his hand and complained: "I calculated that there were two Neptunes when I was born. This must be wrong, isn't it?"< br>
"Ah, well..." Ron imitated Professor Trelawney's soft and nervous tone and said: "When two Neptunes appear in the sky, it definitely indicates that there is a person wearing glasses. The little one is about to be born, Harry..."
After hearing this, Seamus and Dean, who were walking behind, giggled, and Loren couldn't help but smile.
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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 watched He looked very surprised, but couldn't explain 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?"
"More than cool!" "So cool!"
"Never had sex like this before Class."
"He really understands the work."
Harry and Ron came over excitedly: "What do you know?"
"Understand what black magic and dark wizards are all about."
"We are going to class this afternoon. He took his class, that's really..."
Loren glanced around, quickly determined his position and sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table. Hermione, who had just finished the ancient runes course, Just around the corner.
Reading the newspaper while eating dinner.
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, "The first section of the new semester is about ancient runes. How do you feel? "
"It was very pleasant. Professor Babuling checked our homework. After class, I communicated with her about the improvement direction of the silver coin. But compared to the course, I think you should take a look. 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 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 The person who unleashed the Dark Mark has still not been caught and has been criticized. 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 involved in a dispute with several Muggle law enforcers (police) yesterday over a large number of extremely offensive Sex litter box.
Mr. Weasley seems 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 modify the memories of several police officers 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 while:
"Although it is somewhat instigating and suggestive, Mr. Weasley's handling of the matter is beyond reproach and should not be criticized. What trouble will it cause?"
"The focus is not on Mr. Weasley, or on Mr. Moody."
"What do you mean?"
"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 handle cases."
Hermione paused and said thoughtfully: "Remember, he was late for the party yesterday! 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 must find an opportunity to talk to Dumbledore as soon as possible.
After listening to Hermione's suspicious analysis, 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 Harry, Ron and Draco of noise.
"Who do you think you are insulting? It's the Malfoy family!"
"Then shut your stinky mouth!"
"..."
Three people They looked at each other angrily and didn't know what they said. They both looked angry and angry. Draco's face turned even red. Seeing him getting more and more angry, his right hand trembled and he held the wand in his hand——
< br>Bang!
A loud noise was followed by a roar that made people's ears hurt: "Oh, don't do this, boy!"
Harry turned around suddenly and saw Mad-Eye Moody kicking open the door and flicking his wand. , 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 more and more difficult 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 evil eyes kept turning, and finally stopped on Harry, grinning. Secret smile: "I don't believe in this evil!"
The moment Mad-Eye raised his wand, the more powerful transformation magic flew forward like a python preying on prey, and its range was enough to cover both Harry and Draco. personal.
"Sorry, Professor Moody..."
Loren appeared between the two of them, holding the wand up with his slightly downward-pressed wrist, "Casting spells is prohibited in the corridors and auditoriums of Hogwarts."< br>
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 in the surprised eyes of the little wizards. They fell down and were smashed. Soup was splashing on the dining table.
"Transfiguration!"
Hermione looked at the panicked ferret making a mess on the dining table, and her surprised voice was unconsciously filled with anger. ""Hogwarts: A School History" clearly stated , Principal Dippet banned the use of transfiguration to punish students seventy years ago!"
There was a terrible silence in the auditorium.
(End of this chapter)