HP Magic Biography

Write a detailed analysis of the planetary movements affecting you over the next month, with your own charts as evidence, snapped Professor Traunie, not at all like her usual graceful and slender self, but very much like her. Professor McGonagall, Must be due next Monday, no reason not to leave homework.

This is the aftermath, imitation and greeting.

Fan Lin has never figured out what the damn divination and astronomy are for. He usually prepares for my exams, but now, on the first day of school, Professor Traunie has left them a lot of homework.

Maybe I really should talk to Professor McGonagall, how about canceling my divination?

It seems that this thing is very feasible.

Poor old Bat, said Ron bitterly, as they joined the flow down the stairs for dinner in the Great Hall, so much homework, a whole week's worth of homework, that's...

A lot of homework? Hermione caught up with them and said happily, Professor Walter didn't give us homework at all!

My God, how nice Professor Walter is! said Ron sullenly.

They came to the entrance of the auditorium, which was full of people queuing for food.

They had just joined the end of the line when they heard a loud voice from behind: Weasley! Hi, Weasley!

Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione all turned around.

Malfoy was waving a copy of the Daily Prophet, speaking so loudly that everyone in the Great Hall could hear him.

Listen to the news!

Minister of Magic's new troubles, Special Correspondent Rita Skeeter reports: It looks like the Minister's troubles are not over yet.

The Minister for Magic was recently sacked for poor crowd control at the World Cup and is still unable to explain the disappearance of a witch. He was in a new predicament yesterday because of Arno Weasley's erratic behavior - being mistaken for a robber.

Malfoy looked up.

To think they didn't even get his name right, Weasley, as if it didn't exist at all, did they? he cheered.

Everyone in the dining room is listening to him now.

Malfoy shook the newspaper, stood it up, and read: Arnold Weasley, who was accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was involved in another case yesterday for possessing some offensive items. Several cases of altercations among police officers dealing with robberies: Mr. Weasley appears to have been aided by 'Magic Eye' Alastor Moody...the ex-Minister, who retired because he couldn't tell the difference between a handshake and an attempted robbery. So Naturally, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, Mr. Moody misfired the alarm again. Mr. Weasley had to explain a lot to get rid of the police.

But he refused to answer the Daily Prophet's question: Why did he involve the minister in such a disrespectful and embarrassing situation.

Malfoy looks like a professional announcer, or, they could have a Hogwarts Sound with Malfoy as the anchor.

It's a good idea.

Malfoy seemed to be looking for something more interesting, and he flipped through the new Daily Prophet.

One more picture, Weasley! said Malfoy. He flicked the newspaper with his fingers and held it up. It's a picture of your mom and dad standing in front of their house. It would be nice if your mom was a little thinner, wouldn't she?

Ron was shaking with anger.

Everyone stared at him.

Shut up, Malfoy, said Harry, it's normal, Ron...

Oh, by the way, you're living with the family this summer, aren't you, Potter?

Malfoy sneered, Then tell me, is his mother really that fat, or does she just look fat in this photo?

Do you know what your mother is like, Malfoy? said Harry.

Now, he and Hermione were grabbing the back of Ron's shirt to stop him from plunging at Malfoy...

She looks like she has shit under her nose? Does she always look like that? Or is it just with you? Malfoy's pale face flushed. How dare you scold my mother?

Then shut your mouth, said Harry.

Fan Lin had to applaud Harry, it seemed that Harry was fully capable of fighting Malfoy.

Just talking about it, Harry won't lose too much to Malfoy.

Malfoy's face was pale, he couldn't make up his mind, and the goddamn guy was here too.

Maybe you really should learn how to speak, Malfoy. Fan Lin said indifferently, And I advise you not to do stupid things, just like your father, maybe he doesn't know how much he is Be stupid, never be able to distinguish the form, and, what to do...

It seemed that Malfoy didn't listen at all, his face was pale, and he looked like he was going to explode at any moment.

Let's go. Fan Lin said.

If it was placed in the first few semesters, Fan Lin would not mind teaching Malfoy some lessons.

But now...

After realizing how far he could go, Fan Lin lost interest in such things instead.

Dull?

That's probably what it means.

Harry nodded, and he and Fan Lin grabbed Ron's arms from left to right, trying to take Ron out.

boom!

Several people screamed - Harry felt something white, hot explode behind him, but with such force... He reached for his wand hastily. But before he could touch the wand, he heard another loud BANG! and a loud echo in the dining room.

This time it was Fan Lin's turn to be surprised.

The spell just now was issued by Malfoy, and his wandless casting and silent spells were easily blocked.

Is it difficult to use the wrong spell?

Will the Stunning Spell mutate into a Transformation Spell under the rebound of the armor body?

Fan Lin swears that he did not read wrong just now, then, this spell...

Oh no, don't do that!

Harry turned around.

Professor Moody limped down the stairs, his wand in hand, pointing at a white ferret, gleaming on the stone floor where Malfoy had been standing.

The hall was silent at first, progressing, and they thought it was a bit funny.

Every time it was Malfoy who provoked him, but...

Nobody moved except Moody. Moody turned to look at Harry - until now his normal eye had been looking at Harry, the other was looking at the back of his head.

Did he hurt you? Morty growled.

No, said Harry, stopped.

Hold it! Moody yelled.