Chapter 931 Draco Malfoy, a pitiful little puppy

The little white puppy was lying on the floor, shivering. His personality was completely opposite to Draco's.

The students watching the show around turned their heads and looked behind them, and began to tremble unconsciously.

The hall was horribly silent.

The one who turned Draco into a little puppy was none other than Moody, who could walk briskly even with a wooden leg.

He pointed his cane at the puppy on the ground, and the devilish eyes on his face kept scanning the surroundings.

His good hand looked at Harry, "Did he hurt you?"

Harry let go of Ron and touched his cheek, "No, he missed."

Moody suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Don't touch him!"

"What?" Harry was a little confused. "Professor, what did you say not to touch?"

"I'm talking about him." Moody raised his cane and pointed it at Crabbe behind him.

Crabbe straightened up quickly out of fear, "No... I didn't do anything."

Moody walked forward quickly, and the little puppy was so scared that he hid at Crabbe's feet.

"I hate people who attack by surprise." He swung his cane and dragged the puppy into the air.

"This is your punishment. You will stay like this tonight."

The little puppy was so scared that he kept making whimpering sounds.

Moody stared at him with his good eye. "Remember? Never do that again."

"嘤嘤嘤——"

"If there is a next time, I will not let you off easily."

"嘤嘤嘤——"

The puppy was thrown to Crabbe, who was so clumsy that he almost dropped him to the ground.

"Pfft——" Ron burst into laughter, and several students around him also laughed out loud.

Evil will be punished, this is Draco's retribution.

"Why don't you get out of here?" Moody had just finished speaking when Crabbe ran out of the auditorium with the puppy in his arms.

Gore, who was standing by, was stunned for a moment, then left at a faster speed.

Moody glanced at the students who were joining in the fun and walked towards the long staff table.

The way most students looked at him changed, and they were no longer as frightened as before.

Ron, who had changed the most, closed his eyes as soon as he sat down at the Gryffindor table, recalling what had just happened with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Draco Malfoy, a pathetic little puppy..."

Harry, who was sitting next to him, was of course in a particularly good mood as well.

The twins who arrived late were very upset after learning what happened.

In order to make the aging agent, the two missed a scene that would be remembered for a lifetime.

They stared at Moody at the staff table and talked about the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

“I’ve never taken a class like that.”

Li's expression was particularly excited. "Yeah, man, he really understands it."

Ron's ears twitched slightly, and he walked back to reality from his beautiful memories.

He leaned towards his two twin brothers, "Know what?"

Fred smiled mysteriously, "Knows how to fight the dark arts."

George looked longing, "He has seen everything. I want to be an Auror after graduation."

Lee nodded in agreement, "He's really amazing."

Ron quickly took out his schoolbag and started looking for his schedule.

He spread out the crumpled paper and said in a disappointed tone, "Thursday... We don't have his class until Thursday..."

Before that, he still needed to get through a Potions class.

"Harry, I have a bad feeling."

"Are you thinking too much?"

Ron pouted at Snape, who had just sat down at the staff table, "Have you forgotten that the old bat moved into the Malfoys' tent during the World Cup? He will definitely find ways to target us."

Harry shuddered at what he said.

Based on past experience, even if what just happened had not happened, Snape would have given Gryffindor a severe warning in the first class of the new semester.

"We have finished our homework. As long as we are not late and don't talk nonsense in class, he can't do anything—"

Snape at the staff table suddenly looked over, and his deep, dark eyes stung Harry's eyes like lightning.

"He...he just can't..."

Ron shuddered subconsciously, "See, he's already targeting us."

Harry turned his neck back very stiffly, "Well, I think we should think of something happy."

"Oh - Draco Malfoy, a pathetic little puppy."

Snape, who was sitting at the staff table, looked coldly at the two people who were laughing heartily.

He snorted softly and stole a glance at Moody who had been staring at him.

It felt like he was being watched, yet his face showed no sign of dissatisfaction.

Vincent happened to see this scene.

Moody and Snape's relationship isn't great, so something more interesting should happen this school year.

If you are in a good mood, your appetite will naturally be good.

The little lions had a greatly increased appetite and ate a lot more than usual.

After dinner, Mag went to the Owl Court Club activity room on the fifth floor.

Harry and Ron were extremely nervous, and both thought she was looking for them.

"Vincent, come here."

Vincent, who was exercising to digest his food in the ring, took off his boxing gloves and said, "Okay, Professor."

Watching him and Mag leave the activity room together, James, panting on the ring, sat down.

Alfred, who was standing under the ring, threw him a bottle of water. "Old James, what do you think Professor McGonagall wants to do with Old Wen?"

James caught it and slammed half the bottle, "Who knows, maybe he was caught doing something bad."

Alfred shook his head helplessly, "Old James, don't be so resentful."

He looked at James's particularly round arms, "Lao Wen is doing this for your own good. You haven't been exercising much this summer, right?"

"Bullshit, I go outside for a walk every day!"

"Let's go to the bookstore to see if there are any new comics, right?"

James ignored him and continued to drink the remaining half bottle of water angrily.

On the other side, Mag took Vincent to the principal's office.

In addition to Dumbledore, Barty Sr. and Bagman were also there.

"Thank you, Minerva." Dumbledore introduced the two to Vincent.

One is the Director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, and the other is the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, and neither of them holds real power.

She came all the way from the Ministry of Magic to see him so late at night, it must not be for some trivial matter.

Combined with the faint smile on Dumbledore's face, it can only be because of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

"Good evening, Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman." Vincent sat down calmly, and a cup of freshly brewed black tea appeared in front of him.

Old Batty and Bagman didn't exchange any polite words and directly stated the purpose of their visit.

"Mr. Wayne, the Triwizard Tournament is about to be held, and we plan to have in-depth cooperation with your company again."

Vincent pretended to be very surprised. "In-depth broadcast? Is it about the broadcast of the event?"

Bagman nodded slightly. "I'm sure you're aware of the current state of the wizarding world. The Ministry believes that the Triwizard Tournament, which has not been held for nearly two centuries, will certainly arouse people's interest."

This is another attempt to divert attention. After so many years in office, Fudge really hasn't made any progress at all.

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