The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Professor Moody!"

As a surprised voice sounded, Professor McGonagall was walking quickly from outside the auditorium door, holding a stack of books in her arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall." Moody calmly withdrew his wand.

"You, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall's eyes followed the ferrets scurrying around on the table.

"I want to teach some dirty, despicable coward who tries to attack people behind their backs a lesson, but there are two brave little guys who want to challenge me..."

Moody slowly put his hand into his coat, took out a curved wine bottle, raised his head and took a big sip. The movement of raising his arm affected the clothes, revealing a few inches of wooden carved artificial legs under his body, like claws.

"Ah..." Moody exhaled as if he had drunk strong alcohol, and said in a rough voice: "It just so happened that I didn't understand the level of the fourth grade students, so I tried their abilities."

"Lesson?" Professor McGonagall held up the book in her arms and looked at the ferrets with wide eyes. Her expression gradually became serious and she said in a deep voice, "Moody, we never use transformation as a means of punishing students. Professor Dumbledore must have told you!"

"He probably mentioned it..." Moody put away the flask and scratched his chin carelessly, "But I think some guys need to be scared hard..."

"We can imprison him, Moody! Or report the person to the dean..."

"I'll do that next time."

The perfunctory tone made Professor McGonagall frown. She waved her wand and restored the deformed ferret into an owl: "The professor and the students violated school rules by casting spells in the auditorium and openly confronting... This is too bad. I must report it to Dumbledore." Lido, let him explain to you the duties of a professor!"

She raised her eyes to look at the little wizard opposite and said in a slower tone: "Who was involved? I need you to go to the principal's office and explain what happened."

Loren took the first step, followed closely by Hermione. The two of them walked to Professor McGonagall in silence, looking extremely well-behaved.

Harry and Draco followed suit, silently walking to Loren's side and following the professor to the principal's office... Ron scratched his head and finally followed suit.

…

Looking at the retreating figures of several people, the auditorium gradually returned to order under the greetings of the prefects. Some young wizards are still in a trance...

Seamus and Dean were standing next to the Gryffindor table. They were expecting Professor Moody to teach Malfoy a lesson. In the blink of an eye, they saw Harry confronting the professor. When they came back to their senses, they saw Loren holding the wand. Standing in the middle and picking it casually, Professor Moody's Transfiguration and Harry's powerful disarming spell were all knocked away?

Both of them were blown away!

Seamus looked up at the dome of the auditorium, his eyes were dull and his mouth was slightly open, looking very unintelligent.

Dean pulled him slowly to sit down on the stool. In front of him was a mess of cups and plates. The ferret knocked over the stew pot and mushroom soup, and the table was still dripping with water.

"Why does Harry want to help Malfoy?" Dean's head was still a little dizzy, "I thought the new Professor Moody was with us, but now he seems to be against us."

"Isn't the point of it not that Loren lifted the curse on two people at once..." Seamus murmured in a dazed voice.

George next to him had just recovered from his surprise. He pulled Fred and asked in a low voice: "Did you see clearly? Just for a moment?"

Fred nodded and smacked his lips. As a senior who was two years ahead of them, let alone easily overturning an old professor's magic, even if he practiced it repeatedly with the Iron Armor Curse, he might not be able to stop it.

George sighed sadly: "It seems that we can't get the 1,000 Galleons from the competition."

"I don't think so!" Fred straightened his back and raised his chin, "He's not old enough either, but he must not have thought of the age-enhancing drug as a good idea."

George was silent for a moment: "We have already preached this method, and... Loren is the leader of the Potion Club..."

Fred's shoulders slumped and he scratched his head with a very distressed expression.

…

Principal's office.

The dusty Sorting Hat was upside down on the shelf. Fox, with shiny feathers, huddled most of his body behind the Sorting Hat, and carefully poked his little head out from the tip of the hat. His bean-sized eyes were bright.

The paintings of past principals on the wall have more dignified expressions and more elegant postures than the last, but their eyes are all spinning, and there is uncontrollable excitement in their eyes.

"...The famous Harry Potter blocked my magic..." Moody said in a rough voice, his terrifying evil eyes turning continuously, "This little witch said that I shouldn't use transfiguration... ...Ha! I think it’s very interesting, and I just want to try it out to see how good the little guys are..."

This little witch...

Dumbledore paused while serving the tea and took a sip calmly. He still had a smiling expression. His azure eyes were hidden behind his crescent moon glasses, clear and deep.

Loren sniffed, picked up the teacup and took a sip, narrowing the corners of his eyes and smiling.

As expected, he deliberately sat next to Professor Moody and smelled a familiar smell.

The smell of sapgrass and amphora is a little weak, and the smell of African tree snake skin and bicorn horn powder is not strong enough. They may have sold inferior and expired medicinal materials... However, the lacewings that have been boiled for 21 days It smells like nothing.

Polyjuice Potion is so missed.

Hermione blinked, looked at Loren, and then at Dumbledore, feeling that their expressions were somewhat similar.

In addition, Professor Moody was really surprised why he called this little witch, as if he didn't know her name.

They met at the Ministry of Magic...

Has Professor Moody forgotten?

"Miss Granger is right!" Professor McGonagall was a little annoyed. "Mr. Moody, you are now a professor, not an Auror, a student, not a dark wizard, and not a criminal! The correct way to deal with it is to confine yourself or contact him. Dean, you should take a good look at the school rules of Hogwarts!"

"I'll do that," Moody said calmly.

Draco sat silently at the edge. The glimmer in his light-colored eyes was complicated and difficult to understand. The panicked look of the ferrets was still in front of him... He was just a little short of turning into a random person in front of everyone in the auditorium. If a person plays with an animal, the shame and pain will befall him.

What saved him was the stupid guy Harry Potter...

"Don't look at me like that!" Moody suddenly turned his head and stared at Draco, "I sincerely suggest you, don't think about retaliating against me, even if you have a school director father!"

The twisted and ferocious face forced out a weird smile: "Yes, I have known your father before, son... you can tell him that Moody is paying close attention to his son..."

"Okay, the head of your house is Snape, right?" Moody suddenly raised his voice and roared.

"Yes." Draco lowered his head, as if frightened by the magic eye.

"An old friend too! Come on, boy..." Moody was about to reach out to grab Draco's arm.

boom.

Dumbledore put down the tea cup, and the porcelain made a soft clang on the wooden table: "Okay, Alastor, you go find Snape first. I want to have a good chat with the children..."

"Albus, you are still as verbose as ever...some people need a lesson..."

Moody complained gruffly, stood up and limped out, "But it's just right. I'm looking forward to having a good chat with Snape..."

Dumbledore stared at his back until he completely disappeared behind the oak door. He said softly: "Minerva, go and have a look. Don't let them fight."

"Probably not..." Professor McGonagall said uncertainly. After thinking about it, she immediately got up and followed him.

The departure of the two professors cleared away the solemn atmosphere in the office, and he relaxed as if he could finally breathe. Fox walked out from behind the sorting hat with his head tilted, lying on the branch and looking down with interest.

The paintings on the wall immediately became active, and they gathered together to discuss quietly. In fact, in those days, students were punished corporally, and it was common for administrators to hang students up.

"Does anyone want some pumpkin juice?" Dumbledore blinked. "Compared to black tea, I think you might want something sweet right now."

Without waiting for their answer, the tea in the cup dropped steadily, and sweet pumpkin juice emerged.

Harry held the cup and asked a little nervously: "Professor, are we going to be in solitary confinement?"

"Well, well, I still need to think about it..." Dumbledore said, "Professor Moody has been talking just now, and now I want to hear your side of the story, especially how you had the conflict."

The expressions of Harry, Ron and Draco suddenly became a little unnatural. They talked hesitantly about what happened in the auditorium, but none of them could explain clearly. At first, Harry and Ron were chatting. Professor Moody, they later found Draco to test whether he had the idea of ​​reporting Hagrid.

Draco took the opportunity to intimidate the two of them, but Ron couldn't help but retaliate, so Draco stabbed him a few times through the Daily Prophet. The situation slowly got out of control, and the two taunted and attacked each other, saying They said a lot of excessive words, and finally the flames of war spread to their respective mothers.

What happened next happened naturally.

"...That's it." Ron whispered the last sentence and buried his head in shame.

"It's such an energetic and passionate age..." Dumbledore nodded and said with emotion, "Speaking of conflict, I think of something that happened many years ago. I was a young Transfiguration professor. The Herbology class at that time Professor Herbert Bierley, a very enthusiastic theater lover, proposed to adapt the well-loved story of the Fountain of Good Luck into a Christmas performance for teachers and students to enjoy.

"Herbert assigned me to be responsible for the 'special effects', which included providing a fully functional good luck fountain, as well as a small grassy slope... Professor Keltburn was responsible for an earthworm prop. I think I can say without any boast that both my Fountain of Good Luck and Cao Slope have completed the tasks assigned to them conscientiously and responsibly..."

Seeing that Dumbledore continued to recall the past, Loren, after drinking a glass of pumpkin juice, couldn't help coughing twice and cleared the thick syrup in his throat: "Cough, cough..."

Dumbledore smacked his lips in disappointment and finally remembered the business: "Malfoy, well, this title always reminds me of your father Lucius. Can I call you Draco?"

Draco's face felt slightly hot and he nodded reservedly.

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile on his face: "I want to ask, did you really want to sneak attack Harry at that time? Teach him a lesson, show him how powerful he is..."

Draco's face turned pale again, he pressed his lips together, and after a long hesitation he whispered, "I, I don't know."

Ron stared at him fiercely, and if there was magic that turned his gaze into a sword, Draco would have been delayed by now.

Dumbledore didn't seem to care at all and smiled: "When I was your age, even after graduation, I often had this thought. When I was angry, I wanted to take out my wand and hit someone hard. Like I just said, teach him a lesson and show him how good he is."

The little wizards all looked at him in surprise. They didn't expect that Dumbledore, who spoke slowly, had a hot temper when he was young.

Except for Loren, who was holding Hermione's cup and concentrating on drinking pumpkin juice.

"It's nothing... Many times we have dark thoughts, maybe in the next second, maybe in decades. As long as it's not until the last moment, you don't know whether you will put them into practice."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, "What about you, Harry, why did you want to stop the professor's magic at that time, even if this magic was to help you vent your anger?"

Harry carefully recalled his thoughts at the time. Perhaps he felt that Draco Malfoy had helped them several times, perhaps he was worried that he would report Hagrid, or perhaps something else...

Facing Ron's condemning gaze, Harry felt a little ashamed: "I, I don't know, Professor, by the time I realized what I was doing, I had already done that."

"A quality as beautiful as rubies, Harry." Dumbledore's smile became gentler. "I don't think you have made any mistakes, or have not committed any wrongful acts... so there is no confinement."

Harry, Ron and Draco smiled unconsciously on their faces. They wanted to share this joy with their friends, but when they turned around and saw each other's faces, they all looked away in disgust.

Dumbledore was amused: "Okay, I think you might want to continue discussing the topic in the auditorium. Let's go back first... Loren and Hermione will stay for a while. You seem to have something to say to me."

The two of them stayed, and the three of them quickly walked out of the principal's office. As soon as they stepped out of the oak door, the three of them slowed down in unison.

Harry and Ron stared straight at the corridor ahead, but their peripheral vision was focused on Draco, thinking about how to ask him to let Hagrid go.

Draco looked around carelessly. There were countless cruel words in his mind that wouldn't lose face. When he came to his mouth, he just said quickly: "Thank you, Potter."

"What?" Harry looked at him in shock.

Draco's pale ears grew bloodshot.