94 hp Diagon Alley

Probably in detention before the first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Moody, we never use transfiguration as punishment!" said Professor McGonagall weakly. "Professor Dumbledore must have told you?"

"He probably mentioned it," said Moody, scratching his chin absently, "but I think it's time to scare hard—"

"We can go into detention, Moody! Or report to the dean of the subject's college."

"I'll do that," Moody said, glaring at Malfoy in utter disgust.

Malfoy's pale eyes were still watering with pain and shame as he looked up at Moody viciously and muttered something, several of which were clearly heard, "my dad".

"Oh, did you?" Moody limped forward a few steps, the sound of his wooden leg thumping against the ground echoing in the hall, "Yes, I knew your father before, boy... ...you tell him that Moody is keeping an eye on his son...you tell him that for me... well, the head of your house is Snape, isn't it?

"Yes." Malfoy said bitterly.

"An old friend too," growled Moody. "I've been looking forward to a good chat with old fellow Snape... Come on, boy..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the dungeon.

As he walked away, Gwen didn't know whether it was because of anger or fear, her shoulders were still trembling slightly.Only she knew that the magic eye was still staring at her.Professor McGonagall watched their backs uneasily, and after a while, she slowly added five points to Gwen who stopped all this (actually took advantage of it).

"Don't talk to me," Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione.It was a few minutes later, and they were sitting at the Gryffindor table, everyone around them talking excitedly about what had just happened.

"Why?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Because I want to engrave this event in my memory forever," said Ron--his eyes were closed, with a look of great joy on his face, "Draco Malfoy, first of all, was taken by someone who was shorter than her." The witch at one end kicked to the ground, and then turned into an unusual jumping ferret..." After finishing speaking, he thanked Gwen for the beef stew that Hermione had given him. "Gwen, you're heroically like Buckbeak last year. If you can end up not-"

"Then he's probably going to really hurt Malfoy," she said, "thanks to Gwen and Professor McGonagall stopping it just in time—"

"Hermione!" Ron snapped his eyes open and said angrily, "You're ruining the happiest time of my life!"

Gwen scratched her head and said, "Forgive me, friends. I've already offended two professors this semester. Hell, they're all required courses!" She took a slow bite of beef, "And , Malfoy doesn't seem to be thanking me at all, but because I saved him - he resents me even more."

"So, Gwen," said Ron, starting a new plate after he had wiped out the second plate of chowder, "would you like to give me The Toadstool? I'd like to keep it as a Weasley heirloom."

"You just described me as an eagle head with teeth and claws..." Before Gwen could answer, Fred Weasley squeezed beside him.

"Moody!" said Fred, "he's pretty cool, isn't he?"

"More than cool!" said George, taking a seat across from Fred. "We took his class this afternoon. It was absolutely cool."

"How is it?" Harry asked eagerly.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan exchanged meaningful glances.

"Never had a class like that, he really knows," said Fred.

"Know what?" Ron asked, leaning forward.

"Knows what it's like to work outside," said George solemnly.

Gwen let out another whine upon hearing this.If, as they say, Moody is an expert in combating the dark arts, then all her feelings about him are inaccurate, and these have had an impact on her behavior and judgment before she had any contact with the professor— — Clearly, it's not fair to Moody's.So she could only suppress all her thoughts and wait quietly for Wednesday's class.

The next two days were uneventful, without incident.Colin washed out the photo of Malfoy lying on the ground crying and gave it to Harry, the hero in his heart. Ron happily collected photos from three different angles, including a photo of Colin flying up and down secretly Ferret.As for Professor Snape, his vindictiveness seemed to reach a new high during the summer vacation. He would circle around Gwen and Katie six times a class, trying to catch them or influence their performance.

"You know why Professor Snape has such a bad temper, don't you?" Katie finally couldn't bear it, and asked Gwen after class.

"Yeah," said Gwen, avoiding the bad reason about herself, "it's because of Moody."

Everyone knew that Snape was desperate to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a job he had lost four times in a row.Snape was dissatisfied with his previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and it was written on his face - but for Mad-Eye Moody, he seemed to be extra careful not to show it.Indeed, whenever the two of them were together - at dinner or passing each other in the hallway - Snape was visibly avoiding Moody's eyes, the magical one and the normal one Eye.

Finally, the fifth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class came on Wednesday.The students waited with their copies of Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense, and the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet.

Soon they heard Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps coming down the corridor.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, walking with difficulty to the edge of the podium with a cane, and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, brushing his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll the roll.His normal eye moved down the list, and his magical eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered.

When Gwendoline Ollivander's name was called, apart from his soulful gaze, Gwen felt that even the professor's voice was hostile.

"Okay," he said when the last classmate had finished answering, "you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells—not enough," said Moody, "so I'm going to give you a taste of wizardry." Spells cast between us. I have a year to teach you how to deal with the Dark Arts—”

Gwen didn't think she'd be exposed to this stuff until sixth grade.In the next class, Moody used each of the Unforgivable Curses individually on a large bat.

Before casting Avada Kedavra, he gave Gwen a very sinister smile.

A blinding green light blinded one's eyes, and there was a chaotic sound, as if an invisible giant flew through the air-at the same time, the bat fell down and lay on its back on the table, There was no scar on his body, but he was undoubtedly dead.

"I now think he hates Snape too," Katie said sharply to Gwen. "I actually think the bat is a bit pitiful."

"Then why should I show you this since there is no cure? Because you have to be aware. You have to be fully aware of what is worst. You don't want to find yourself in the situation you are in now. Stay alert at all times!" roared Moody, startling the class again.

"Okay...these three spells—Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus—are called the Unforgivable Curses. Using any one of them on a human would be enough in Azka This is what you have to defend against. This is what I am going to teach you to resist. You need to be prepared. You need to be on guard. But most importantly, you need to be always on your guard and never let up. Take out the quill... write this down..."

Gwen felt her fingers were cold, and she could only mechanically write down the words "always be vigilant" one stroke at a time, and began to believe the "Daily Prophet"'s evaluation of Moody - she could not distinguish between ordinary handshakes and deliberate murder. difference between.His lessons seem to work and hit the nail on the head.But his attitude towards life is so contradictory.

After listening to Gwen's complaints, George finally understood why she was out of her mind on the first day of school.Although he was willing to trust his friend's wonderful premonitions, there was no evidence so far that Moody had any ill intentions for her, or that he was a dangerous person.

"Otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have allowed him to be a professor, come to think of it, Gwen. He'd have to be at least better than Snape to sit in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office."

Gwen could only accept this reason temporarily, but she made up her mind that, except for class, she had to make a detour when she saw Moody in the future.

A few weeks later, while brewing an aging potion with the twins in an empty classroom, Gwen heard about Moody's new teaching method.

"You said he used the Imperius Curse on the students?" Gwen's jaw dropped in shock.

"He wants us to be immune to it," said Fred indifferently.

"But that's the Unforgivable Curse, it's illegal!" Gwen's jaw dropped another half inch.

"Dumbledore allowed it." George explained, grabbing Gwen's small chin.

"This world is crazy!" Gwen dropped the potion she was stirring,