Chapter 192 Targeting and Ferret
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
This is a very recognizable person, because basically it is hard to forget after seeing it.
He looked like he had been carved out of a piece of rotten wood, every inch of his face was scarred, and his mouth looked like a big askew gash.
The bump where the nose should have been was gone, and he still had a magic eye.
One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny.
The other eye is very big, round like a coin, and is a vivid bright blue.
The blue eye was constantly moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely independent of the normal eye.
What's more, the blue eyes rolled over and got into the man's head, and everyone could only see a big white eyeball.
Suddenly, blue eyes looked at John.
The sound of footsteps stopped, and Moody turned to look at John.
The eyes of the two people met in the air, there was a pause, and Moody continued to walk forward.
Dumbledore shook Moody's hand, which was as scarred as his face.
The two whispered something, and Moody's magic eye kept staring in John's direction.
This made John frown.
Dumbledore responded, and motioned for Moody to sit down.
Moody, being a cautious man, stuck a knife into the sausages on his plate and sniffed them before continuing to eat.
"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."
None of the students applauded, not even the professors.
Hagrid and Dumbledore were especially enthusiastic.
Hagrid clapped twice before realizing something was wrong, and some didn't know whether to continue clapping or stop.
Seeing this, John applauded slowly.
With crisp applause coming from the Slytherin table, the students looked over.
Seeing that it was John, Malfoy also applauded.
Then came the Slytherin Table, and then the whole Great Hall.
The applause was thunderous, in stark contrast to just now.
Moody stopped chewing, his eyes fixed on the direction of Slytherin.
Harry and Ron were talking under their breath, remembering what Mr. Weasley had gone to do that morning.
Mad-Eye Moody claims to have been attacked by a trash can.
John stopped applauding, the applause stopped.
He knew Moody, or rather, met him.
Moody, who had purchased many looking glasses at Johnny Silverhands, felt someone was trying to kill him all the time.
John felt that he had dismantled the looking glass when he bought it back.
Tang Mi admired Moody very much, because he had seen the iron blood of the legendary Auror.
So, that's why, Tang Mi will give a discount for fractures.
This legendary Auror provides almost half of the prisoners in Azkaban. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a living legend among Aurors.
It's a pity that Legend is doomed to be lonely, with too much blood of Death Eaters on his hands, which also makes Moody suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder and mistrust his surroundings.
Dumbledore cleared his throat as if he couldn't see the students' discomfort.
"As I said just now," he smiled and looked at the many students in front of him.
"Over the next few months, we will be honored to host a fantastic event that has not been held in over a century."
After a pause, Dumbledore announced: "I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."
Triwizard Tournament!
"You're kidding!" Fred exclaimed.
His eyes were shining, and he bumped a fist with George beside him, as if he was ready to participate.
It became even hotter among the students.
On the way, Dumbledore wanted to tell a joke, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall with an unhappy expression.
I have to popularize science for those who don't know about the Triwizard Tournament.
To put it simply, the three school warriors competed together, but because a lot of people died before, it was suspended.
This year, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports decided that the time was right, so they opened up.
In October, the principals of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons bring their carefully selected contenders.
The ceremony to select the warrior will be held on the eve of Halloween. The most important thing is that there will be a prize of [-] Galleons.
This amount made the Weasley child's eyeballs straighten, and the twins were eager to try.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore poured cold water on them.
Because the Warriors need to be 17 years old, the twins are so angry that they will turn 17 next April.
This also means that there is no hope of participating below the sixth grade.
Ron and Harry were a little disappointed, they still wanted to participate.
Hermione silently protested against the Hogwarts slave elves there, and she realized that Hogwarts had a hundred house elves working for free.
After the dinner, the students were still discussing this matter.
Before John left, he looked back at Moody, and the magic eye was spinning around.
The Slytherin common room was buzzing, too.
However, the direction of their discussion is a bit biased.
"It must be that they are afraid of John. After all, everyone knows that John is the best."
"Yes, John alone can defeat them."
"Maybe this is Dumbledore's conspiracy. We all know that he is particularly partial to the Gryffindor group."
"I must let my father complain about him, he is simply not worthy of being a principal!"
"..."
The little snakes in Slytherin were very dissatisfied, they thought it was a conspiracy by Dumbledore.
After all, with John's strength going up, there is no suspense at all.
Not to mention them, even Malfoy said with righteous indignation: "He only knows that he prefers Harry Potter and Gryffindor, John, and he is targeting you."
"That's the decision of the Ministry of Magic. It's essentially a fear of the death of young students." John said without looking up from a book.
...
the next day.
Today is the first day of fourth grade.
Slytherin and Gryffindor had only one morning class together.
On the protection of magical animals, the newly born snails have a great visual impact.
They looked like big lobsters without their shells, slimy white and gray, and very scary in appearance.
John has long been familiar with the strange thing, he has been exposed to this thing so many times.
Not everyone has the psychological quality of John.
If Malfoy hadn't been with John for a long time, he might have scolded him by now.
Their task is to raise these snails.
Malfoy's face was full of refusal, and he said, "Why do we raise them?"
"Huh?" Hagrid froze.
Malfoy continued, "I mean, what can they do? What are they good for?"
This involves Hagrid's blind spot, he patronizes nurturing.
So he turned his attention to John, and John received it, saying: "The hard shell of the snail when it grows up is a good alchemy material, and its tail can be used to prepare strong gunpowder."
Malfoy had nothing to say, after all, the boss had spoken.
After thinking about it, John added: "When raising them, you need to pay attention. The tail of the snail will explode. Young snails may damage the skin, and adult snails may blow off your arms."
Hagrid applauded happily, and John got extra points.
It's just that the other students can't be happy. After all, they might be bombed, and no one is happy.
In the afternoon, John went to the divination class alone.
Trelawney received him warmly, as if not a student but a friend.
"Honey, have you ever seen change in the stars?"
"I think I saw it, some unlucky chubby fell."
John looked at the astrology display and almost laughed out loud.
Gore and Crabbe, I don't know which is more unlucky.
Harry was caught absconding in class. Hearing Trelawney's sloppy analysis, Ron laughed out loud.
She said that Harry was born in winter, and Trelawney seemed to have forgotten that she had predicted that the savior would be born at the end of July.
After class, Malfoy took the "Daily Prophet" to find his rival (?) as soon as possible, laughing at Harry's side Ron arrogantly.
John took a look. It was Rita Skeeter.
Because Batty Sr. took all the credit for the World Cup incident, as a qualified reporter, she knew that only by setting it off could she show the brilliance of her humanity.
So they found out about the disappearance of a female wizard official. Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley took great pains to deal with Moody's farce yesterday.
"There's another photo, Weasley!" Malfoy took out the interview photo and laughed loudly.
To be honest, the Burrow can be regarded as an illegal building in any country, and wizards can control it.
Of course, Malfoy didn't say anything bad. After all, Percy also lived there. He looked at the Weasleys carefully, and blurted out: "This is your mother? It looks like..."
When the words came to his lips, Harry yelled: "Go away, Malfoy!"
Malfoy was taken aback for a moment, and he hadn't said anything yet.
Harry comforted Ron, who was shaking with anger, and told him not to be angry.
"By the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said jealously (?), sarcastically, "Did his mother make the quilt for you? ?”
He swore it was a pure description, but Harry had clearly misunderstood it.
"What about your mother, Malfoy?" Harry retorted, remembering Mrs. Malfoy he saw, "Look at that look on her face, like she has shit under her nose, does she always look like that?" , or is it because of being with you?"
When Malfoy heard that Harry dared to speak of his mother, he immediately became angry.
Hermione tugged at Harry's clothes, and Harry realized that he was being serious, and told Malfoy to shut up uncomfortably, and turned to leave.
The moment he turned around, Malfoy made a move.
He didn't use his wand, and John, who was silent beside him, turned cold.
"Squat down!"
Malfoy crouched immediately upon hearing this, John drew out his wand, and a phantom of armor appeared in front of him to block a spell.
The spell was deflected and knocked down a piece of armor, which turned into a ferret.
Without hesitation, John returned a spell.
He looked like he had been carved out of a piece of rotten wood, every inch of his face was scarred, and his mouth looked like a big askew gash.
The bump where the nose should have been was gone, and he still had a magic eye.
One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny.
The other eye is very big, round like a coin, and is a vivid bright blue.
The blue eye was constantly moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely independent of the normal eye.
What's more, the blue eyes rolled over and got into the man's head, and everyone could only see a big white eyeball.
Suddenly, blue eyes looked at John.
The sound of footsteps stopped, and Moody turned to look at John.
The eyes of the two people met in the air, there was a pause, and Moody continued to walk forward.
Dumbledore shook Moody's hand, which was as scarred as his face.
The two whispered something, and Moody's magic eye kept staring in John's direction.
This made John frown.
Dumbledore responded, and motioned for Moody to sit down.
Moody, being a cautious man, stuck a knife into the sausages on his plate and sniffed them before continuing to eat.
"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."
None of the students applauded, not even the professors.
Hagrid and Dumbledore were especially enthusiastic.
Hagrid clapped twice before realizing something was wrong, and some didn't know whether to continue clapping or stop.
Seeing this, John applauded slowly.
With crisp applause coming from the Slytherin table, the students looked over.
Seeing that it was John, Malfoy also applauded.
Then came the Slytherin Table, and then the whole Great Hall.
The applause was thunderous, in stark contrast to just now.
Moody stopped chewing, his eyes fixed on the direction of Slytherin.
Harry and Ron were talking under their breath, remembering what Mr. Weasley had gone to do that morning.
Mad-Eye Moody claims to have been attacked by a trash can.
John stopped applauding, the applause stopped.
He knew Moody, or rather, met him.
Moody, who had purchased many looking glasses at Johnny Silverhands, felt someone was trying to kill him all the time.
John felt that he had dismantled the looking glass when he bought it back.
Tang Mi admired Moody very much, because he had seen the iron blood of the legendary Auror.
So, that's why, Tang Mi will give a discount for fractures.
This legendary Auror provides almost half of the prisoners in Azkaban. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a living legend among Aurors.
It's a pity that Legend is doomed to be lonely, with too much blood of Death Eaters on his hands, which also makes Moody suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder and mistrust his surroundings.
Dumbledore cleared his throat as if he couldn't see the students' discomfort.
"As I said just now," he smiled and looked at the many students in front of him.
"Over the next few months, we will be honored to host a fantastic event that has not been held in over a century."
After a pause, Dumbledore announced: "I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."
Triwizard Tournament!
"You're kidding!" Fred exclaimed.
His eyes were shining, and he bumped a fist with George beside him, as if he was ready to participate.
It became even hotter among the students.
On the way, Dumbledore wanted to tell a joke, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall with an unhappy expression.
I have to popularize science for those who don't know about the Triwizard Tournament.
To put it simply, the three school warriors competed together, but because a lot of people died before, it was suspended.
This year, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports decided that the time was right, so they opened up.
In October, the principals of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons bring their carefully selected contenders.
The ceremony to select the warrior will be held on the eve of Halloween. The most important thing is that there will be a prize of [-] Galleons.
This amount made the Weasley child's eyeballs straighten, and the twins were eager to try.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore poured cold water on them.
Because the Warriors need to be 17 years old, the twins are so angry that they will turn 17 next April.
This also means that there is no hope of participating below the sixth grade.
Ron and Harry were a little disappointed, they still wanted to participate.
Hermione silently protested against the Hogwarts slave elves there, and she realized that Hogwarts had a hundred house elves working for free.
After the dinner, the students were still discussing this matter.
Before John left, he looked back at Moody, and the magic eye was spinning around.
The Slytherin common room was buzzing, too.
However, the direction of their discussion is a bit biased.
"It must be that they are afraid of John. After all, everyone knows that John is the best."
"Yes, John alone can defeat them."
"Maybe this is Dumbledore's conspiracy. We all know that he is particularly partial to the Gryffindor group."
"I must let my father complain about him, he is simply not worthy of being a principal!"
"..."
The little snakes in Slytherin were very dissatisfied, they thought it was a conspiracy by Dumbledore.
After all, with John's strength going up, there is no suspense at all.
Not to mention them, even Malfoy said with righteous indignation: "He only knows that he prefers Harry Potter and Gryffindor, John, and he is targeting you."
"That's the decision of the Ministry of Magic. It's essentially a fear of the death of young students." John said without looking up from a book.
...
the next day.
Today is the first day of fourth grade.
Slytherin and Gryffindor had only one morning class together.
On the protection of magical animals, the newly born snails have a great visual impact.
They looked like big lobsters without their shells, slimy white and gray, and very scary in appearance.
John has long been familiar with the strange thing, he has been exposed to this thing so many times.
Not everyone has the psychological quality of John.
If Malfoy hadn't been with John for a long time, he might have scolded him by now.
Their task is to raise these snails.
Malfoy's face was full of refusal, and he said, "Why do we raise them?"
"Huh?" Hagrid froze.
Malfoy continued, "I mean, what can they do? What are they good for?"
This involves Hagrid's blind spot, he patronizes nurturing.
So he turned his attention to John, and John received it, saying: "The hard shell of the snail when it grows up is a good alchemy material, and its tail can be used to prepare strong gunpowder."
Malfoy had nothing to say, after all, the boss had spoken.
After thinking about it, John added: "When raising them, you need to pay attention. The tail of the snail will explode. Young snails may damage the skin, and adult snails may blow off your arms."
Hagrid applauded happily, and John got extra points.
It's just that the other students can't be happy. After all, they might be bombed, and no one is happy.
In the afternoon, John went to the divination class alone.
Trelawney received him warmly, as if not a student but a friend.
"Honey, have you ever seen change in the stars?"
"I think I saw it, some unlucky chubby fell."
John looked at the astrology display and almost laughed out loud.
Gore and Crabbe, I don't know which is more unlucky.
Harry was caught absconding in class. Hearing Trelawney's sloppy analysis, Ron laughed out loud.
She said that Harry was born in winter, and Trelawney seemed to have forgotten that she had predicted that the savior would be born at the end of July.
After class, Malfoy took the "Daily Prophet" to find his rival (?) as soon as possible, laughing at Harry's side Ron arrogantly.
John took a look. It was Rita Skeeter.
Because Batty Sr. took all the credit for the World Cup incident, as a qualified reporter, she knew that only by setting it off could she show the brilliance of her humanity.
So they found out about the disappearance of a female wizard official. Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley took great pains to deal with Moody's farce yesterday.
"There's another photo, Weasley!" Malfoy took out the interview photo and laughed loudly.
To be honest, the Burrow can be regarded as an illegal building in any country, and wizards can control it.
Of course, Malfoy didn't say anything bad. After all, Percy also lived there. He looked at the Weasleys carefully, and blurted out: "This is your mother? It looks like..."
When the words came to his lips, Harry yelled: "Go away, Malfoy!"
Malfoy was taken aback for a moment, and he hadn't said anything yet.
Harry comforted Ron, who was shaking with anger, and told him not to be angry.
"By the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said jealously (?), sarcastically, "Did his mother make the quilt for you? ?”
He swore it was a pure description, but Harry had clearly misunderstood it.
"What about your mother, Malfoy?" Harry retorted, remembering Mrs. Malfoy he saw, "Look at that look on her face, like she has shit under her nose, does she always look like that?" , or is it because of being with you?"
When Malfoy heard that Harry dared to speak of his mother, he immediately became angry.
Hermione tugged at Harry's clothes, and Harry realized that he was being serious, and told Malfoy to shut up uncomfortably, and turned to leave.
The moment he turned around, Malfoy made a move.
He didn't use his wand, and John, who was silent beside him, turned cold.
"Squat down!"
Malfoy crouched immediately upon hearing this, John drew out his wand, and a phantom of armor appeared in front of him to block a spell.
The spell was deflected and knocked down a piece of armor, which turned into a ferret.
Without hesitation, John returned a spell.
