Chapter 431： New Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson

Early the next morning, Harry woke up faintly, his whole being in a state of sleepwalking, and when he woke up, he found that he was already sitting in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

The classroom was noisy and yelled, and people came one after another. Parvati Petir and Lavender Brown walked in arm in arm. When Parvati saw Harry, he gave him a hard look and said loudly, "I have an appointment with Aiden. Next Hogsmeade went out together on weekends."

Lavender asked with interest: "Is that the Busbarton boy who danced with you at the prom?"

"That's right," Parvati said loudly, glancing proudly at Harry, and passing by them.

Since the prom, she has been very cold towards Harry. Every time she saw Harry, she would turn her head very hard, leaving him with a back of his head. Harry wanted to ask Ron if he encountered the same Circumstances, but thinking that Padma and them are not in the same college, I can only give up.

"You should be more concerned about her at the prom, you see... now the retribution is coming." Hermione said dullly with a thick book covering her face.

"But she had a great time," Harry said stiffly.

He quietly glanced back, Parvati and Lavender sat in the back two rows of seats, talking and laughing, he could not see anything unusual, Lavender took out a thick book from his schoolbag, mysterious Show it to Parvati.

"I ordered it through Owl, it's so pretty..."

In the last few minutes before class, a cheerful voice came from outside the door:

"It's called the Magic Gramophone. It was placed in the living room at home the next day. When you listen to music, you can see the weird sister group hovering over your head. To be honest, my mother doesn't like them. It's too noisy. …But there is no way, there is only this at the moment."

Draco Malfoy said regretfully, walking into the classroom surrounded by Crabbe and Gore. He looked around and deliberately surprised him when he saw Harry: "Hey, Potter! You didn't sleep well last night. Is it still smoky makeup?"

His two attendants giggled and pointed at Harry's dark circles.

Harry clenched his fist, and Ron hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't be impulsive, Harry, he would like you to do this! You just have to touch him with your little finger, and he has an excuse to have an excuse..."

"You have become less courageous," Draco said in a slow tone. He walked over and looked down at Harry, whispering in a very small voice, "I learned a few more magics this holiday, Potter... It’s not a trivial mess, I pulled out a handwritten note from my grandfather’s house, maybe we can try it sometime..."

"What do you want to say?" Harry said, suppressing anger.

"Oh, I forgot," Draco said maliciously. "Your hometown was blown to ruins, and there is no inheritance. Maybe you can ask Weasley next to you? If his family is not poor Until you sell these things for a good exchange..."

"Do you want to duel, Malfoy?" Harry asked him angrily. "Or report Filch under the guise of a duel, like you did in first grade? You can do this kind of thing, don't you? Can't you show some courage!"

Draco flushed pale.

"See you at the duel club, Potter." He dropped a sentence and left in a hurry.

Harry looked at him from behind, shaking with anger. "Ignore him, Harry," Hermione said calmly, raising her head from a thick book. "Counting this time, he has provoked you three times in a row recently. You know why."

"He must have learned some dark magic, Harry, you have to be careful." Ron was also very angry.

Harry’s anger was instantly extinguished. Of course he knew the reason. Those two classes last week were both from Snape. If there is a conflict, you can use your knees to figure out who Snape will be biased. This makes Draco's The arrogance became more and more arrogant.

Especially in the first class of last week, Draco quietly showed him a badge, and told Harry with regret that if the other badges were not confiscated, he would give one to every Slytherin student. , Used to show support for the true Warriors team at Hogwarts.

Had it not been for Neville's consistent sensitivity to Snape's aura, he had issued an early warning to alleviate the danger, he might have been detained and deducted points.

The class bell rang, and the students sat down obediently, waiting for a flying black robe to come in. At this time, they heard the "tuk tuk" sound of the distinctive wood hitting the floor, and many little wizards (mostly Gryffindor) opened their eyes with joy.

"I never thought I would be like this, looking forward to seeing Professor Moody's face." Ron murmured, and Harry secretly agreed.

Moody appeared at the door, looking as scary as usual, but many students uttered low cheers. He stood at the door and scanned for a week, the blue magic eyes in his eye sockets turning non-stop.

The classroom quickly quieted down.

Moody walked hard to the podium with a cane and put the cane on the table with a stack of parchment in his arms. He took out his wand (the students' expressions were stunned), and with a light wave, he moved from the podium. A roster flew out of the drawer.

"You should have heard about it. I was controlled by someone last semester. A scumbag pretended to be me and gave you lessons." Moody said with a dumb voice. The classroom was silent, and they heard something a little bit. , But no one is sure.

"They confused my mind and made me think everything was normal, so I passed a semester in a daze, until the night of Christmas, the conspiracy of the Death Eaters hiding in the school was exposed and decided to get rid of me before I left...I I was lying on the bed, no different from a corpse. I didn’t respond to the sound in the room. Thanks to the two students for delaying the time, or I would die in my sleep, and the death would be worthless..." Moody said softly. Said, looking at Harry and Ron, Harry didn't feel that his face was so scary anymore.

"In order to cure me, your Professor Haipu thought of a lot of ways, but...some memories are still lost, so I decided to get to know you again."

He shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to call his name.

The classroom was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere. When Moody’s roll call, the students who were reciting their names raised their hands to answer. UU read and Moody’s on the podium seemed to be the first time I saw Moody’s. They, those false eyes stared at them one by one.

After the roll call, Moody picked up the crutches on the podium, limped around in the classroom, and said dumbly:

"In the next few lessons, I will tell you about my experience in the past six months. This is a good example. You seem to think that the dark wizard is too far away from you, but it turns out that you and an evil dark wizard After spending half a year together day and night, he disguised himself as a clever way of a lonely and unsocial retired old man! I will talk about these later, and I will tell you the details I remember without reservation."

"You have only one thing to do. Go back and think about it. What is the reason you are still alive now?"

"Teacher, professor, what are you talking about?" Lavender Brown said in astonishment.

"I said," Moody waved his big rough hand, the magic eyes stared at her, "Take a moment to ask yourself a question, a powerful dark wizard, who has been able to draw out his wand at any time in the past six months. Hold your nose, and read the death curse.

And the fact is, you are all safe and sound, don’t you, Miss Lavender? "