Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

When he heard the news that Draco was hospitalized and could not go to class, Albert was confused for a moment.

Just a tiny guinea fowl...

"Oops, do you think he will tell his father about this like last semester?" Hermione frowned, worried.

Albert stretched out his hand to smooth Hermione's frown and said calmly: "No, the Malfoy family can't afford to lose that person. Last time, it was because of the hippogriff, which is xxx level and very dangerous.

But this time when things break out, the Malfoy family will become the laughing stock of the wizarding world. The heir to the famous Malfoy family can't even deal with a chicken. "

Albert underestimated Draco. He still didn't show up until Wednesday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. According to a cold Ravenclaw, Draco occupied a hospital bed and Madam Pomfrey was very dissatisfied with him. patient.

Albert and Hermione left the library with their schoolbags on their backs and headed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The originally heavy schoolbag was as light as nothing under Albert's floating spell. Soon, the two of them arrived at their destination. The students had all arrived in the classroom and sat at the back in unison.

Everyone is still somewhat afraid to varying degrees of Professor Moody's ferocious appearance.

Albert and Hermione sat in the first row closest to the blackboard, taking out their respective copies of "Dark Powers: Self-Defense Guide" and waiting. The atmosphere was particularly solemn.

Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive thumping footsteps coming down the corridor.He walked into the classroom, looking as odd as ever, just in time for them to see his claw-like wooden foot peeking out from under his robes.

Moody looked at Albert and nodded imperceptibly.

"Put all the books away," he said gruffly, walking to the podium with a cane and sitting down. "You don't need these textbooks."

Moody turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, "Alastor Moody", and began to introduce himself:

"I'm sure some of you know me, Alastor Moody, a former Auror who, some time after his retirement, was asked by your Headmaster Albus to teach this class, and now I'll name them."

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to call names.His normal eye moved down the list, and his magical eye kept turning around, staring at each student who responded, as if to remember him in his heart.

When "Draco Malfoy" was called, no one answered. Moody glanced around the classroom and shouted: "Draco Malfoy, are you there?"

A person stood up tremblingly in the last row, it was Crabbe, and handed Moody a note, "Professor, Malfoy is injured. This is the proof of Madam Pomfrey, and our Head of Slytherin." permission."

Moody grabbed the note, scanned it with his magic eye, confirmed that it was not forged by a student, and sneered.

He read out loud, his voice full of sarcasm: "I, Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House, grant permission for student Draco Malfoy to recuperate in the school hospital."

He sneered and said: "Ah ha, a Snape and a Malfoy are both old friends...

How did he get hurt?Oh, it was pecked by a chicken, tsk tsk——

It seems that a chicken's nostrils are also two flat slits. "

There was silence in the classroom, only Albert sneered. He was the only one who understood Moody's joke, because he had seen Voldemort before, and Moody was mocking Malfoy for succumbing to Voldemort.

"Okay," although there was a slight silence in the classroom, Moody didn't take it seriously and continued: "I received a letter from Professor Luping introducing the situation of this course.

It seems that you already have a lot of basic knowledge on how to deal with dark animals. You have learned how to deal with boggarts, red hats, hinkpunks, grindylows, Cabba and werewolves, right? "

The students nodded in agreement.

Moody changed the topic, "But this is far from enough. You should have mastered these contents in the first and second years, but the previous professors were incompetent, which hindered the teaching of Professor Lu Ping and me, and also resulted in you now having no control over the situation." force!"

He pronounced the last few words very clearly, with a measured cadence, as if he wanted Draco Malfoy in the school hospital to hear them.

"I believe everyone knows what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. Those Death Eaters were very restless, which also means that you are always in danger!

Don't take it lightly, maybe there is a dark wizard around us..."

After Moody finished speaking, his magic eye turned and scanned everyone in the classroom. The students tried their best to avoid looking at him. Moody's eyes finally fell on the calm Albert.

He almost shouted: "You don't know what the dark wizards can do. They may pretend to be your friends and stab you in the back. They are hiding in the dark. When you fall asleep and relax your vigilance, you just need to A spell and you will meet Merlin!"

The classroom was silent, and almost everyone lowered their heads unconsciously, not daring to look at him. Seeing that it had the effect he wanted, Moody nodded and continued:

"What you have learned before is far from enough for you to deal with the dark wizard. When you face the dark wizard, you may not even have a chance to escape..."

"You are still teenagers. You probably don't want to be locked up in a dark laboratory, having your skin peeled off by cramps, and unable to die, because the dark wizard will hang you alive and inject all kinds of substances into your young body. A strange, colorful magic potion, your blood is continuously drawn, and your blood will be replenished immediately the next day, and then drawn again..."

Moody's voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from hell. The students in the classroom looked sad just by imagining what Moody said.

"You haven't learned enough - not enough," Moody shouted. "Fortunately, I have one year to teach you how to deal with dark magic and deal with evil dark wizards who cast dark magic!"

The students in the classroom raised their heads again and looked at Professor Moody with hope. The meaning couldn't be more obvious, "Professor, I want to learn this!"

Moody was very satisfied. He walked around the front of the classroom and finally stopped in front of Albert's seat. He held the wand in his hand and pointed it on the desk.

"Perhaps many of you don't know yet, but among you there is a wizard with great power and who has been fighting against dark wizards for a long time.

I thought he could help me and show you a battle between wizards! "