HP Dawn Night

At this year's sorting ceremony, two students were sorted into Slytherin.

According to the old Hogwarts rules, we can't hear the Headmaster speak until after the meal.But in fact, none of the four of us was in the mood to eat.Because we were all waiting for Dumbledore to make that explosive announcement.

By the time the plates were cleared, we were eagerly awaiting Dumbledore's official announcement of the news that deserved a night of celebration.

But just as Dumbledore was about to get to the point, announcing that there would be no Quidditch match this year, the door of the Great Hall was slammed open and a stranger broke in.

"Who is that?"

"The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

There was a chatter at the dining table.A bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling, and the stranger took off his hood, revealing his long, gray hair, and began to walk toward the staff desk.

Boom, thump, every step he took, a hollow voice echoed in the auditorium.There was silence in the auditorium, and no one dared to make noise.

When he reached the end of the guest table and walked towards Dumbledore, another flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the man's face incomparably vividly——

"Hiss—" Pansy gasped.

"Mad-Eye Moody." Blaise looked at the scarred face with some awe.

Sure enough, the stranger shook hands with Dumbledore and sat down.Then Dumbledore stood up and announced to the stunned students:

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody."

Normally, new teachers are greeted with warm applause when they meet their classmates.But now, apart from Dumbledore and Hagrid, not a single teacher or student applauded.

"It's embarrassing," Blaise sighed.

"I feel like we're having a hard time," Draco said in a low voice. "Moody is a veteran Auror, and he's not easy to deal with."

"Students from other colleges can't be better than us," I whispered back. "Look at how... crazy he is."

"I see a lot of people are terrified."

Apparently Pansy was right.Most of the people in the Great Hall couldn't think of anything else, just stared stupidly at Professor Moody's face until Dumbledore asked the next explosive question.

"You're kidding!" exclaimed one of the Weasley twins, and the tension that had been hanging over the Great Hall disappeared in an instant.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore said jokingly, "In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the selection ceremony will be Held on Halloween. An impartial judge will..."

Excitement was written on almost everyone's faces, and their faces were glowing with excitement. They didn't even bother to listen carefully to Dumbledore's words.I guess that's because they don't know that the Triwizard Tournament has an age limit.

Sure enough, when Dumbledore announced that no one under the age of 17 would be allowed to sign up, many people suddenly became angry in a flash - such as the Weasley twins.

"It's been a great school year anyway," Blaise said.

"Yeah, if there are no troubles." Pansy motioned us to look in the direction of Gryffindor. "They will still be the same this year? Or worse?"

"As far as the outcome of our initial meeting on the train today, I can only pray to Merlin that there won't be a duel or something between us, that would be too bad."

"I hope so," Pansy said reverently.

Of course, there are other terrible things at Hogwarts.

Like Care of Fantastic Beasts.

To make matters worse, we still take this class with Gryffindors.

Although I knew a long time ago that there was a creature called "fried-tailed snails" in the world, when I first saw it, I could only describe it as "disgusting".

"Disgusting!" Pansy called out what was in my heart, and I gave her a relieved look.

The appearance of a fried-tailed snail is similar to that of a large lobster that has been shelled. It is gray and slimy, and it looks very scary. Many legs stick out in all directions, and it is impossible to see where the head is.And they also emit a very strong smell of rotten fish and rotten shrimp. In addition, some sparks will be shot from their tails, and with a slight explosion, they will move forward a little distance.

"I'd rather drown in the ichor of babo tubers," I muttered, regretting ever more than ever why I'd taken such a course.

"Just hatched," said Hagrid proudly. "You can raise them yourself! We can have a big project!"

"Why do we raise them?" Draco asked coldly, folding his arms, and Hagrid seemed stumped by the question. "I mean, what can they do? What are they good for?"

"It doesn't look useful," Pansy said disgustedly. "I'm sure I'm not going to touch them."

"Me neither," I said.

"Maybe after training they can help the school defend Hogwarts." Blaise added with a smile.

Except for the Iron Triangle of Gryffindor, no one wants to be the first to go up with ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes for those terrible creatures.

I think they were willing to do that purely out of deep affection for Hagrid.

With a good start, many Gryffindor students stepped forward bravely.

"Who do you think is scarier, Draco, than the hippogriff?" I asked.None of the Slytherins moved.

"It's hard to say," Draco pretended to be thinking, "after all 'dangerous' and 'disgusting' are two completely different words, aren't they?"

"Ah... the Blast-tailed Whelk is scarier if you put it that way. You can't deny that the Hippogriff is still pretty, can you?"

Pansy wrinkled her nose in disgust: "The snails take both of those words anyway."

After a while, Gryffindor's Dean Thomas suddenly screamed: "Oops! It hurts me!"

"Disgusting!" one of the Gryffindor girls complained, "Hagrid, what are those pointy things on them?"

"Ah! Some of them have spines!" said Hagrid excitedly. "I guess the ones with spines are males, and the females have something like a sucker on their bellies... I think they probably suck blood."

"Oh! Of course I understand why we try to keep them alive." Draco said sarcastically, "They can burn people, sting people, and bite people. Who wouldn't want such a pet!"

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they're useless," Granger retorted bitterly. "Dragon's blood has magical properties, but would you like to keep a dragon as a pet, huh?"

Draco's expression turned pale immediately.

"Yeah, dragons!" I yelled. "Keeping dragons in school? Granger, you're so funny! Why haven't you been expelled yet? You!"

Hagrid immediately looked nervously at the students around him who didn't really know what was going on.

"I'm going to be pissed off sooner or later," Pansy said angrily on his way back to the castle for dinner an hour later.

"Draco's right, we should kill the snails before they kill us," Blaise echoed with sympathy.

The author has something to say:

Wrote Moody only to find out... hhh soon to be the classic ferret incident! ! !

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