Chapter 369: Fried snail (modified)

Under the double blows of grief and anger, the penguin collapsed to the ground, causing a lot of noise.

A figure appeared in the entrance hall, and the audience suddenly became silent.

It was Dumbledore, and Fox circled him around and began to hover in the air.

Dumbledore looked at the penguin seriously, "This is--"

"Professor Moody, Dumbledore. Allen Harris punished Moody as a school director for violent corporal punishment of students." Professor McGonagall introduced the situation in a few words and did not include more subjective opinions.

Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall, raising his arms at random, and a curse charged at the penguin on the ground.

The penguin twitched on the ground, and in the exclamation of everyone, it became the shape of a half-human and half-penguin-his head and arms still maintained the shape of a penguin, but the torso regained its human form.

"Allen used tough magic skills when using Transfiguration," Professor McGonagall explained.

A strong vomit came, and Ron could hardly stand, spitting half-white and half-yellow filth from his mouth—they were half back.

"Well, Professor Moody's appetite last night was very good, and he cleaned it up." Professor Dumbledore helped Ron clean his mouth.

Then he cast a spell on Moody again.

Moody finally returned to his original shape, curled up on the ground, motionless.

"Someone needs to send Professor Moody to the school's medical room." Professor Dumbledore said, and then saw Ron kneeling on the floor and still vomiting, adding, "Well, Mr. Weasley also needs to go."

Soon, several Gryffindors came out under Professor McGonagall's eyes and carried away Professor Moody.

Harry accompanied Ron, who was still vomiting, and while applying "cleaning up" to him, he went to the school medical room.

"Mr. Harris, we need to talk when you don't have class in the evening." Dumbledore sent Allen an invitation.

Allen nodded, Dumbledore waved, and Fox flew to him, and they disappeared from the hall instantly.

Allen walked to the place where Moody's fainted, silently collecting the hairs of several penguins that fell when he was tortured by him.

Then, he walked to Ravenclaw's long table and waited for lunch.

Professor McGonagall looked at his back, and after a while, she pointed her wands at the books that had fallen on the ground, so that they all rose to midair and returned to her arms.

"Allen, it's so cool!" Michael, who saw the whole process, whispered to Allen.

No matter which college, the people around are excitedly talking about what just happened.

"Malfoy became a big ferret who jumped and jumped, and Professor Moody became a penguin. This matter will be discussed by people for many years." Michael smiled with an eyebrow.

Allen and Edward beside him couldn't help laughing. Then Allen started scooping a large spoonful of beef chowder onto the plate.

"Professor Moody should be embarrassed this time. He taught the defense of black magic, but the result fell on Allen." Michael snorted and smiled impolitely.

"And that poor Ron Weasley, his first kiss seems to be preserved until graduation." Edward avoided the dish with long white bean sprouts on the table and learned Allen to He scooped a large spoonful of beef roast.

"Hasn't his first kiss already given that Krum at the World Cup?" Edward swallowed the beef, saying vaguely, "What class do we have this afternoon?"

"Fantastic animal protection class." Allen lowered his knife and fork.

"I don't know which interesting animals Hagrid will prepare." Edward loves the magical animal protection class. The animals from the last school year were very interesting.

"It's better to be a little more exciting." Michael also looked forward to it.

After lunch, as they walked slowly down the lawn to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the forbidden forest, Hagrid stood outside the door of the hut, holding one hand with his huge houndstooth collar.

On the ground at his feet were a few open wooden boxes, teeth whining, and he was struggling to win his neck ring, as if he wanted to investigate the contents of the box carefully.

As they approached, a very strange click came into their ears, and sometimes there was a faint explosion.

"Good afternoon!" Said Hagrid, smiling at Allen, Edward, and Michael. "You're so early. It's better to wait for Hufflepuff students. They definitely don't want to miss this-fried tail. screw!"

"Say it again?" Michael's eyes widened.

Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet.

"Oh, it's disgusting!" Edward looked at them disgustingly.

Edward glanced at Michael again: "Enough excitement."

"It's so exciting—" Edward looked at each other and crawled up and down, firing some snails from his tail from time to time, muttering.

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

"Big project?" Allen didn't care about Hagrid's big project. He was more concerned about Hagrid's trouble for himself.

Aunt Josephine is in the Department of Magical Biology Management and Control, but she can contact her to help Hagrid get a breeding license, as long as Hagrid no longer sorts out other moths.

For Michael, the more exciting is still behind ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ They need to feed these fried snails with ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes.

"Fortunately, they are still very small." On the way back to the castle, Michael sighed as he looked at the place where his tail snail was burned.

"Once Hagrid figured out how to feed them, they would suddenly become very large." Edward recalled Hagrid's pumpkin field and said with some thought.

Other Ravenclaws thought Edward was right. Hagrid is absolutely special in keeping animals-especially dangerous animals.

After dinner, Allen hurried back to the tower and went straight to the sensing room on the top floor.

With the help of Moody's hair and perceptive magic he got, Allen saw Moody smoothly.

He walked quickly in the hallway of the castle, and soon returned to his office.

He locked the door, pulled out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and walked to a box with only seven locks. He inserted the seventh key into the lock and opened the lid.

The bottom of the box turned out to be a big pit, like a basement. A person lying on the floor about three meters deep was as skinny as asleep.

It's the real mad-eye Hamdi. His wooden legs were gone, the eye of the devil's eyelids was empty, and his gray hair was a few short.

And this Moody who opened the box can be determined to be fake.

The fake Mu Di's face changed, the scars gradually disappeared, the skin smoothed, and the torn nose became full and shrunk. The long gray hair was shortening and turned to yellowish.

Suddenly with a loud bang, the wooden leg fell aside, and a real leg grew out. Then, the magic eyeball jumped out of the eye socket, and a real eye took its place. The magical eyeball rolled onto the floor and was still spinning around dizzyingly.