Chapter 350 Arnold Weasley, encourage you

Slytherin common room.

Aaron just came back and saw Draco holding a copy of the Daily Prophet and talking and laughing.

"Any good news?"

"Of course." Draco's face was filled with a gloating smile, "After the Quidditch World Cup, Rita Skeeter made another piece of news, you would never guess who the protagonist is."

"Harry Potter? Or Ron Weasley?" Aaron asked tentatively. In his opinion, these two guys are the ones who can make Draco Malfoy so excited.

"Neither." Draco smiled playfully, "This person is Arnold Weasley."

"Arnold Weasley?" Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is this Ron's relative? I have never heard him say that he has such a relative."

"Hahaha..." Draco held his stomach and laughed for a long time before he unfolded the Daily Prophet and read: "Due to the weird behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Objects, the Ministry of Magic has fallen into a new embarrassing situation."

Hearing this, Aaron blinked, "The Office of Abuse of Muggle Objects... No Could it be Arthur Weasley?"

"Yes, that's him, my dad's mortal enemy." Draco couldn't help laughing again, "He's in the newspaper, but this is not the family photo from last year's trip.

What's even more ridiculous is that Rita Skeeter didn't even get his name right. Nothing is more embarrassing than this. My dad happily opened a bottle of champagne when he found out. "

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "No wonder Genes said Rita Skeeter is the most shameless reporter."

"It doesn't matter whether it's shameful or not. It's important that the readers are happy." Draco was rarely serious. Said, "Otherwise she wouldn't be a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

"What did Arthur do wrong?"

"The newspaper said that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Alastor Moody, triggered a false alarm at home and had an argument with several Muggle police officers. Weasley modified the memories of these police officers to help him get out."

"It sounds fine!"

"There's nothing wrong with it, but... Arnold Weasley is so funny." Draco smiled triumphantly, "I must show this newspaper to Ron Weasley tomorrow. "

"I'll give you a piece of advice. You can give him the newspaper, but don't say anything extra."

"This..." Draco seemed a little bored, "I was just making fun of him, it should be okay!"

"Arthur Weasley helped Alastor Moody out of trouble, but you made fun of his son because of this." Aaron looked at him playfully and said, "Is this different from rubbing his face on the ground? Or do you want to test the temper of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Hearing this, Draco's face turned pale, and it took him a while to recover.

I almost forgot about this. Now there is a crazy Auror behind Weasley. If Moody stands up for him, he will definitely not have a good result.

"I'll let him go this time." Draco said.

"Hard-mouthed." Aaron rolled his eyes at him, holding Abe and walked back to his dormitory.

After closing the door, Aaron lifted a floor tile and chanted dragon language to open the secret passage of the Shenming Hall.

After walking a long way in the dark passage, one man and one dragon finally entered the Shenming Palace.

As soon as they entered, hundreds of black shadow ninjas knelt down together, and the sense of ceremony was instantly full.

At the end of the palace, the thinking body sat on the throne with a smile on his face, as if he was meeting an envoy from another country.

"Gift Crab!" Aaron patted his forehead speechlessly, "This is the first time I feel that I deserve a beating. Sure enough, I should take back the thinking body."

"Don't, I'm just joking." The thinking body walked down from the throne with a smirk, "I stayed in the secret room alone for two months. Every time I go out, I have to sneak around. Please be a little considerate!"

"Be content with you." Aaron said unhappily, "I want to exchange with you. You don't know how much trouble I have had during this holiday."

The main body and the thinking body exchanged memories, and the two looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

"What a miserable life!" The thought body said depressedly, "There is a reason why so many of our ancestors stayed in other worlds to live!"

"Don't think too much, even if you want to run, you need capital." Aaron took out two bottles of white wine from Abe's pocket, handed one bottle to the thought body, and then drank it by himself, "Even if you have capital, it won't work. There are too many concerns in this world.

So there is only one way in front of us from beginning to end, follow the rules, although it is a little bitter, but it is right!"

"In the end, you still have to become stronger!" The thought body took a sip of the wine, then raised his right hand, and three gorgeous magic circles of red, purple and blue appeared at the same time and arranged together.

"It is still difficult to cast the ultimate magic circle instantly. Perhaps the overall strength needs to be improved by one level before we can see obvious progress.

But I can already do this with the advanced magic circle, and triple superposition is not a problem.

In addition, I have studied Professor Snape's notes quite thoroughly."

Aaron nodded. After receiving the memory of the thought body, he could also achieve the same effect.

"I also learned some special uses of elemental magic. Although I am still a little far from being handy now, I have already used the basic sealing magic very skillfully.

Ancestor Weihet taught me a special defensive magic, which I should be able to master this semester. "

"Where's the gun?" The missing body asked meaningfully, "Aren't you going to show it to me?"

Aaron raised his lips slightly, took out the flintlock pistol and put it on the storage shelf.

"If you want to try it, you'd better restrain yourself. This is a weapon that can hurt a dragon."

"Don't worry, I'm sensible and won't lose my temper by playing with things. You should have some confidence in yourself."

Aaron shrugged, not denying it, and then said: "You need to take time to do two things."

"I knew you didn't come here just to see me." The missing body smiled calmly, "The clone has no blessed life!"

"At least you were still lying down when I suffered!" Aaron said angrily, and then gave Abe a wink.

Shenglong immediately took out a few books from his pocket and laid them flat on a table.

"Books on maintaining firearms, enchantment circles, and making Muggle bullets are all here.

If you understand these things thoroughly, you will be able to repair your weapons if they break in the future. "

"Understood, I will learn it when I have time." Missing Body said, "Is there anything else?"

Aaron showed a kind smile, without any embarrassment, "There is also the homework assigned by Professor Trelawney, which must be handed in before next Monday."

Missing body:......

Otherwise, you should take me back!

After coming out of the Shenming Palace, Aaron felt like he was relieved of toxins.

The best psychological teacher is yourself! Comfort yourself and encourage yourself. These are all real and do not contain any deception.

The popularity of the Triwizard Tournament only increased, but gradually everyone's attention was attracted by the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Because every wizard who had taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was full of praise for Moody, but kept it secret, which made other people full of interest in this legendary Auror.

Two days later, the fourth-year wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.

The atmosphere in the classroom was extremely quiet. After all, the teacher in this class was famously ruthless. No one in Hogwarts except Dumbledore would give him any face.

Kick! Kick! Kick!

The sound of limping footsteps came from outside the corridor, and Moody walked into the classroom, his exaggerated magic eyes moving continuously.

“Put away your books and textbooks.

You won't need those things in my class. "

After the students stuffed "Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" into their schoolbags, Moody took out the roster and began to call names.

The normal right eye moved down the list, while the weird left eye stared at each student who was called.

After confirming that no one was absent, he wrote his name on the blackboard, "Alastor Moody, a former Auror, was invited by Dumbledore to come here to take classes for a year.

I'm only going to teach for a year, and after that I'll be back to living a quiet retirement life.

Before coming, I received a letter from Professor Lu Ping. He gave me a detailed introduction to your taking this course.

You should know how to deal with some dark magic creatures, like boggarts, red hats, etc., right? "

None of the students responded, but many nodded in agreement under the gaze of his magic eyes.

"I always advocate more practice in defending against black magic." Moody said earnestly, "But first, can any of you tell me how many types of Unforgivable Curses there are."

"Sir, there are three types in total." Hermione said with some anxiety.

"Why is it called that?"

"Because they are unforgivable and using any one will..."

"They will send you directly to Azkaban." Moody interrupted her, and then looked at Aaron meaningfully, "Professor Lupin wrote to me and asked me to take special care of a certain person... Slytherin, because this wizard is really weird, he used an Unforgivable Curse in his third year.”

Gulu!

Aaron was sitting on pins and needles and swallowed hard. He didn't need to think about it to know that everyone's eyes were now focused on him.

Damn Fuck!

Aaron scolded that bastard Lupine in his heart. He asked himself whether he was worthy of the werewolf professor and gave him the necessary respect, but he never expected that Lupine would betray him like this.

"Mr. Gaius, do you know who this person is?"

"I don't know, but it must not be me." Aaron said righteously.

As long as I don't admit it, you can't do anything to me.

What? Lupine wrote to you?

That was a flat-out slander for which he had no evidence, and it was well known that werewolves generally had low credibility.

"Hmph!" Moody snorted softly, and then faced everyone, "The ministry said that you are too young to see this kind of spell, but I don't think so. You must understand your opponent and be fully prepared."