Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 132

Something happened at the Ministry of Magic again!
The next day's "Daily Prophet" published everything that happened last night with a large and bold front page headline.

It's strange to say that the news that should have been kept secret was known by Rita Skeeter, a well-known "penholder".

Then, the entire wizarding world knew about it.

Seeing the next day's newspaper, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he wished he could directly arrest that toad wearing gold-rimmed glasses and send him to Azkaban Prison.

But he can't, because the turmoil of public opinion has pushed him to the cusp.

"I assure you that everything is normal in the Ministry of Magic, and the perpetrators have been brought to justice. Please rest assured."

The Ministry of Magic, which represents the face, has been infiltrated again and again, which is really not a glorious thing.

Cornelius Fudge had to face a group of "long guns and short guns" to explain to the outside world.

It's just that now that his reputation is rotten, this explanation doesn't appease the worried ones.

As a last resort, old Fudge could only obey the public opinion, as if giving himself a platform for his words, he published the photos of the intruders last night
A little monster whose face was covered in blood and could not be seen clearly.

And made up a random name for him.

"Gollum."

"Cough cough."

Seeing the name in the evening paper, Klein lost his composure rarely.

He coughed and put down the orange juice in his hand.

This.
Is this the will of God in the dark?

Hope Voldemort, oh no, hope Gollum is all right (palms together).

A few drops of "crocodile tears" shed in his heart, and Klein didn't pay much attention to this matter.

Anyway, Voldemort will not die, and being thrown into Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic can still stop for a while.

Treat it like a vacation, those dementors will love him~
"Hey, Klein, are you coming to see Case tonight?"

At this moment, Pan Xi came over with a plate, smiling.

Since she gave Pansy a cat yesterday, the little girl has been completely immersed in happiness. According to a young lady of the Greengrass family who did not want to be named, Pansy's smirk has not stopped today.

She even smiled when she met Hermione Granger from Gryffindor.

"Honestly, Pansy like that is kind of scary."

A certain blond lady said so.

"That... tonight I'm going to go to the dean for confinement, you know."

Klein also felt that Pansy, who was neither unruly nor self-willed, was a bit unlike her usual self, but he didn't really care.

He'd rather have a little trouble with Snape than go see the cat.

"Well, then remember to wear an extra coat, the weather has been a bit cold recently."

Pansy didn't mind being rejected.

She instructed Klein softly, with a gentle expression on her face.

"Bangdang."

After hearing this, Klein didn't react, but Draco unconsciously slipped the spoon in his hand.

Taking a breath, he looked at Pansy, who was like a docile kitten, in disbelief, and goosebumps fell all over his body.

What's the situation?

Monster it is!

"Ok?"

His expression changed, and Pansy glared at the dull-faced Young Master Malfoy from an angle Klein couldn't see, with a seemingly indistinct chill emanating from his body.

"Oh."

That's right, this is the head girl in Slytherin.

He breathed out, and continued to deal with the food in front of him like a normal person.

"Sorry, I'll go see Case when I'm free."

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, and looking at the time on the dial of his pocket watch, Klein whispered something to Pansy.

He had to go.

He knew that the beloved Dean hated being late.

"Dong dong dong."

Walking through the underground corridor with ease, Klein knocked on the door of Snape's office at the appointed time.

"Come in."

Still the same indifferent tone.

Klein smiled, pushed the door open and entered.

But to his surprise, besides Snape, there was Alastor Moody in the office, the new professor of "Defense Against the Dark Arts".

"It's coming for me."

Blinking his eyes, Klein understood in his heart, and a smile that had been tempered over time appeared on his face.

"Hello, Professor Moody."

"Ah."

Moody nodded coldly, and looked up and down Klein with his magic eyes - he would do this almost every time we met.

"Enough, let's get straight to the point."

Being locked by the magic eye, Klein didn't respond, but Snape was very upset.

"Old Bat" stood up and walked in front of his precious apprentice, blocking the uncomfortable sight.

"Don't be afraid, Grindelwald, Professor Moody just wants to see your spell level."

After a pause, he squinted at Moody and drew his tone.

"I've taught you so many spells, I don't think you'll refuse, right?"

On the surface, Snape was on Moody's side, but in fact he hinted that Klein need not be afraid, "I'll cover you".

Hearing this, Klein felt a touch moved, but he also had doubts.

From the moment they met, Moody had been targeting him intentionally or unintentionally.

why?
Could it be because of the surname "Grindelwald"?

"Hehe, I'm just curious about what is so great about the inventor of the "Shenwei Curse"."

Moody smiled, showing yellow teeth.

"I heard from Dumbledore that Snape taught you everything?"

"The dean just taught me some simple spells, I still have a lot to learn."

Whatever the reason, Klein decided to let nature take its course.

With a slight smile, he obediently took out the rosewood wand.

"It's a pleasure to show you, Professor Moody."

"Then attack me, Grindelwald, with your strongest spells.

Don't worry, you can't hurt me. "

Unexpectedly, the reaction of "Mad-Eye" was more direct.

Now, it was Klein's turn to be dumbfounded.

Moody's state of death is simply the best he has ever seen in his life
Can't hurt?
I am afraid that you will die directly!

"Come on, don't be afraid."

A gleam shot out of his normal eyes, and Alastor Moody stared at Klein with a fearless expression on his face.

He came here to find answers!

"Go ahead, Grindelwald, it's okay."

At this moment, a slow voice entered Klein's ears.

It was clear that Snape was the kind of guy who didn't think it was a big deal.For Moody's rudeness, he had long wanted to make Mad-Eye suffer.

"Oh."

The attitude of the two was seen in Klein's eyes. When he changed his mind, a flash of light flashed through his mind. He seemed to have read Moody's heart a little bit.

"Mad-Eye" has been targeting him like this, could it be because he vaguely noticed that he knows forbidden magic?

Blinking his eyes, Klein pondered carefully, it is really possible.

To put it bluntly, Moody is a fragile old lunatic.

He doubts anyone.

Then
Do you want a showdown?

(End of this chapter)