Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 121 The Sacred Mission
After several months of fermentation, the wizarding world finally accepted the fact that "Grindelwald" had returned.

"New Healing Curse", "Bone Bone Curse", "Desilting Curse", "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch Curse", and "Shenwei Curse". A wizard awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Even the group of people who hate "Grindelwald" the most have to admit that there are incredible geniuses in the wizarding world.

Everyone loves Klein.

Just like pursuing Gilderoy Lockhart before, someone has even started preparing a monograph for Klein Grindelwald.

But Alastor Moody didn't think so.

The perfect "Magic Child"?
Quite the opposite.

What he saw was a huge black hole with no bottom!

If left unchecked, it will devour everyone!

"I'll be watching you."

The retired old Auror kept his word well.

In the first session of the new semester, "Defense Against the Dark Arts", he began to "take extra care" of Klein.

"Show me, Grindelwald, show me the spells you're good at, anything, kill the little bastard."

The magic eye turned around, and Moody grabbed the furry gopher - this is a common magical creature, carnivorous, and has a certain degree of aggressiveness.

He limped to Klein's desk and said in a deep voice.

"it is good."

After a second of silence, Klein stood up and raised his rosewood wand.

"Blazing flames."

The flame burned, igniting the fur on the gopher.

The little beast howled in pain immediately, and the other Slytherin students couldn't help covering their eyes with their hands, not daring to watch this cruel scene.

But Moody didn't, he stared at Klein who remained unchanged after casting the spell.

Meeting the peaceful eyes of the other party, the old cripple was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Beautiful choice, beautiful "Fire Curse", Slytherin plus three points."

Moody's skinny palms were a little blackened by the flames, but he didn't care.

Throwing away the dead gopher, he limped back to the podium and wrote the incantation of "Fire Curse" on the blackboard.

"Remember, fire is the best way to deal with gophers. This kind of dirty beast can't see a gleam of light. If you encounter hordes of gophers in the wild, you only need this spell. Say it with me." Blazing flames."

Moody looks scary and has bad legs, but I have to say, he really has two brushes.Compared with the previous two "Defense Against the Dark Arts" professors, his level is obviously much higher.

Of course, this is not to say that Severus Snape's level is not good, but education and teaching also need to pay attention to methods.

Snape's education policy of "if you can understand it, you understand it, and if you don't understand it, it's because you're stupid" obviously doesn't apply to all students.
In the first section of the new term "Defense Against the Dark Arts", the Slytherin students studied it very seriously.

Even Klein was rare and didn't focus on two tasks, and obediently finished the lecture.

Alastor Moody is indeed an experienced Auror.

Although he can't get involved in some deeper secrets due to his vision, the old cripple has unique insights that ordinary people can't match when it comes to ordinary spells.

So what else is there to say?

Study hard and you're done.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration, Dean Snape's Potions, and now Alastor Moody's understanding of spellcasting has to be added.
Klein was delighted.

Every point he learns can make his "invincible" more "invincible".

Time passed, and soon it was time to end get out of class.

After tidying up the gopher fur, Alastor Moody drove away the others with a cold face, but left Klein alone.

"I'll keep an eye on you, Grindelwald."

His tone was still as cold as ever, and the old cripple was very rude to Klein.

"Ah."

Klein nodded.

He sort of saw it, and Moody seemed to dislike him quite a bit.

Well, it's not appropriate to say that you don't want to see it.

should count.
alert?

"I see."

This is not aimed at, at best it is a warning.

Klein heard from Dumbledore that Alastor Moody didn't believe anyone.

"Ah."

Moody's expression was indifferent, and his magic eyes looked up and down on Klein.

Finally, he turned around and limped onto the podium.

"The "Divine Guardian Curse" is not bad."

For true geniuses, the old cripple appreciates them after all.

But appreciation is appreciation, but he can't completely give his trust to others like Dumbledore.

No one knows better than he the dire consequences of genius's descent into darkness.
Under his nose, Klein will always be his focus of care, and this will not change.

"Goodbye Professor."

Klein didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

If it's not pleasing to the eye, it's not pleasing to the eye, he doesn't need to please everyone.

Leaving the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" classroom, Klein went to the principal's office on the eighth floor.What he didn't know was that after he was gone, Moody kept muttering nervously to himself.

"The smell of black magic, I can't smell it wrong."

The dark yellow magic eyes turned up and down, and Moody's expression looked extremely ferocious.

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong, I smell it, I smell it!"

As an old Auror who has fought against dark wizards for decades, it has almost become Moody's instinct to identify dark wizards.Over the decades, he lost a leg and a chunk of his nose.

This is a lesson, a bloody lesson!
Klein Grindelwald definitely has ghosts on him.

He can be sure of that.

that kid
The child praised by everyone as "the hope of the magical world" has secretly learned black magic.

Who is it?
Self-taught, or someone secretly taught?
Moody was thankful that when Dumbledore invited him to come to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts that night, he said yes.

Otherwise, seven or eight years later, he might face another rising Voldemort.

"I have to keep an eye on him to catch him, or the person behind him."

Moody, who suffered from persecution paranoia due to his experience, took out his hip flask and took a few gulps.

For him, this is a sacred mission.

"Hey, principal, are you free?"

Now that Klein entered the principal's office, he no longer needed to say the password to the stone monster.As if returning to his own home, he pushed the door open and walked in with a relaxed smile on his face.

"No time."

Dumbledore didn't look up, still writing and drawing on the parchment.

"Hello, principals."

As if he didn't hear this sentence, Klein greeted the principal's portrait on the wall, and then quietly cast the "Secret Word Charm".

"Come on, Headmaster, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, which is a good time for some healthy recreation."

After a pause, he smiled.

"What do you think of a summoning ceremony?"

(End of this chapter)