Hogwarts Everything is Three

The next morning, the storm ceased, but there was still a gloomy mist on the ceiling of the auditorium.

When Allen, Michael, and Edward were studying their schedule for this semester while eating breakfast, a large cloud of blue-gray was rolling over their heads.

Although Dumbledore said the methods used to select the warriors were very strict last night, the unwilling little wizards were still enthusiastically discussing what magical methods could be used to make them older, and then get through the game and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

At this moment, there was a sudden rustling sound above their heads, and a hundred owls flew in from the open window and brought everyone the morning mail.

Morgan LeFay didn't mail large packages of pastries and food to Allen. Because as long as she prepares enough food in the tower, Allen can get it at any time.

"Ellen, my mother asked me to pass this to you." Draco handed Ellen a large bag of sweets and cakes.

"Draco, thank you mom for a while." Allen was not polite, took it directly, took out a candy and threw it in his mouth.

Draco's eyes lit up and he returned to the long Slytherin table with great air.

Many times, out of protecting themselves, people will subconsciously reject the kindness of others.

But in fact, while rejecting it, it also rejects the idea of ​​others wanting to make good friends with you.

Never be afraid of owing petty favors, and don't be afraid that you will not owe others.

The friendship is gradually deepened when you come to me.

In the first lesson of school, Ravenclaws felt the difference in the fourth grade. Professor Flitwick actually took the quiz.

"It seems that your little brains have completely forgotten the knowledge of last semester." Professor Flitwick sighed and began to count them one by one.

A deep and deep bell came, and get out of class was over. Except for Alan, almost all Ravenclaws were relieved and left the curse classroom.

"Ha, Malfoy, depending on how you look like this morning, I respectfully offered Ellen a tribute. It feels good to get the owner's approval?"

From a distance, Allen heard Ron's exaggerated laughter, "Look at what you were like at the time, like a pug shaking its head and tail!"

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

"Pug? I saw a real pug at the World Cup, nodding and bowing to everyone who came in. That's your brother—Percy, right!" Draco squinted at Ron and stretched out. tone.

Everyone in the hall looked at Ron, and Ron squeezed the wand in his hand.

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

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "Then please tell me, did his brother lift you to the sky, the savior ?"

"What about you, Malfoy?" Harry said—he grabbed the back of Ron’s robes to prevent him from jumping at Malfoy—“Look at the look you look at Alan, like a pug Seeing flesh and bones!"

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult Alan, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth." Harry said, frowning, glanced at Allen beside his eyes, and turned around.

boom!

A few people screamed out loud--

Allen curled his lips, and Draco's accuracy of casting the spell had to be strengthened, but he looked at Ron but almost hit Harry.

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

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

Everyone quickly turned around, and Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs. With his wand in his hand, he pointed directly at a snow-white ferret, which was trembling on the slate floor, which was where Malfoy stood just now.

There was a terrible silence in the hall. Moody turned to look at Harry-at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other eye got into his head.

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

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

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.

"Don't touch—what?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"It's not about you-it's about him!" Moody yelled again, thumbs up, and pointed at Crabbe over his shoulder. Crabbe was about to pick up the ferret, but he was so scared that he stayed in place. Moody's wiggling eyes seemed to have magical powers and could see things behind his head.

Moody started limping towards Crabbe, Gore, and the ferret. The ferret gave a cry of horror, avoided, and ran towards the underground classroom.

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

"I don't like people who attack others from behind," Moody said gruffly-as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, "This is the most dirty and despicable thing. The behavior of the coward..."

The ferret jumped into the air, its four legs and tail swinging wildly in despair.

"Never again—not—this—do—" Moody said, and every time the ferret fell on the slate and jumped up again, he burst out a word.

Bang, there was another loud noise, not Malfoy.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the position of Professor Moody's just now. A penguin stood on the floor, slanted, flapping its short wings desperately, trying to control his fat body.

Seeing everyone's gaze, the penguin seemed to become angry and fell directly to the ground.

The little wizards in the hall couldn't help laughing, but thought of the identity of the penguin in front of them, and immediately suppressed the laughter.

Allen walked out and pointed the wand in his hand at the penguin-the penguin suddenly rose to a height of ten feet in the air, exactly the same height as the ferret just now. Then he slapped his head and fell to the ground again. Suddenly ascended, many parts of his body had been shaved off, revealing bare bird skin.

Draco Malfoy, who was still in the form of a ferret, looked up at the penguin who was constantly being thrown to the ground with his head down. Although Dou's big eyes were weeping with pain and shame, his tail was constantly shaking. It seems to be telling his excitement at this time.

"I don't like to attack others and bully people from behind," Allen deliberately imitated Moody's voice-when the penguin jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, a long white stripe His feces spurted out, just in time into the mouth of Ron, who was wide open and stunned-it seemed that Moody had really eaten a lot at the school dinner.

Ron closed his mouth suddenly, and after a long stunned, he wowed and supported Harry, his chest heaving violently, and the people around him immediately avoided far away.

"Alan Harris!" said a surprised voice.

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

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

"You—what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her eyes following the penguin jumping in the air.

"Lessons and lessons," Allen said.

"Lesson—what, Ellen, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, the books in his arms scattered on the ground.

"No." Allen said.

Professor McGonagall sighed lightly, but Allen's next words made her mouth pursed immediately.

"It's Professor Moody~www.ltnovel.com~ Allen said.

"My God!" Professor McGonagall yelled, hurried down the stairs and drew his wand.

However, after a long time, the penguin remained unchanged.

At this moment, with a loud crackle, Draco Malfoy was released by Alan. He shrank into a ball and lay on the slate floor, with his slippery pale yellow hair draped over his red face. After a while, he stood up with a trembling look.

"Alan Harris, quickly restore Professor Moody." Professor McGonagall looked at Alan sternly. She knew that Alan must have used tough magic to enhance the effect of deformation. She couldn't help it in a short time. Untie.

"Professor McGonagall, Moody, as a professor, actually took corporal punishment on Malfoy, a student, and turned him into a ferret. I just did what he did to Malfoy to Professor Moody. Alan said loudly, and Malfoy nodded repeatedly, tears in his eyes.

"But this can't be a reason for a student to take action against the professor. You should report to the professor first!" Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, his expression serious and severe.

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

"Professor, you can see that Weasley's condition is not suitable for releasing the spell immediately." Draco recovered and immediately looked viciously at the penguin that had collapsed on the ground and made him ugly.

"Go to the school infirmary first." Professor McGonagall made a decision and carried the penguin in his hand.

Before leaving, Draco walked to Ron, whose face was already turning green, and deliberately imitated the Scottish voice in his ear and muttered, "Shit, you."