Chapter 372 Mad-Eye Moody
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Maybe it's because of the cold weather today and the fact that I spent some energy in the castle foyer? [Referring to Peeves]
The food piled up like a hill descends downwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Heavy rain pounded on the high windows, another burst of thunder exploded, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the hazy ceiling, lighting up the entire auditorium.
But this does not affect the little wizards who are enjoying their feast at all.
When the staple food disappears in the blink of an eye, it turns into a delicious snack in the blink of an eye.
The little wizards put down their knives and forks with satisfaction, and scattered voices began to sound.
"Your banquet almost came to nothing today," said the fat monk. "There was a little trouble in the kitchen earlier."
"Why?" There was a young wizard who had just entered school and looked at the fat monk without blinking. There was fear in his eyes but more of curiosity. He had probably never seen a ghost before.
"Of course Peeves is causing trouble." The fat monk shook his head.
"Who is Peeves? Is he also a ghost?" the little wizard asked curiously.
His question was answered by other senior wizards in the next moment, but the tone and expression were ugly. Look at the senior wizard's hair and red broken balloons stuck to his forehead.
Soul understood, this was also the unlucky guy who had been tricked by Peeves just now.
"So what did Peeves do?"
"The same old thing - he was wreaking havoc in the kitchen, leaving pots and pans everywhere - to be honest, I would have liked to give him a chance - let him attend the welcome party - - But it did something like this - I can't help it."
The fat monk sighed and shook his head in disappointment.
"Honestly, now I feel that Bloody Baron is absolutely right, Peeves is hopeless-"
Bloody Barrow is a taciturn, skinny ghost with silvery blood stains on his body. He is the ghost of Slytherin House.
Soul had no interest in what Peeves would encounter or how he would live in the castle. After all, ghosts and humans had different paths, not to mention that Peeves was not a pretty little loli ghost.
Today's treacle fruit tart and plum pudding attracted his attention more.
Finally, the desserts were swept away, the last remaining crumbs on the plate disappeared, and the plate became clean and shiny in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and Professor McGonagall tapped the goblet with a spoon.
"Ding ding..."
The hum of voices in the auditorium suddenly stopped, and there was only the sound of the howling wind outside the ceiling and the pounding of rain.
The flames on the candles flickered, and Dumbledore's gentle eyes swept across the audience and he spoke.
"Now that we have eaten and drank enough, let me just say a few things. It is a cliché. First, no one is allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. Especially this year's Forbidden Forest is very dangerous."
"Second, the administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to tell you that this year there are a few more prohibited items in the castle. They are the Screaming Yo-Yo, the Wolf Fang Flying Saucer and the Combo Boomerang."
Sur couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard the Wolf Fang UFO. He knew these things. As the name suggests, the Wolf Fang UFO is a Frisbee toy with the wolf teeth fixed on the edge. It is said that the material is a werewolf's teeth. I don't know if it is true or not.
The sound of the screaming yo-yo is said to be that of a mandrake, and I hope the person who recorded it is still alive.
"Third, students below third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade."
"And the fourth..." When he said this, Dumbledore paused.
"I'm sorry to tell you that the Academy Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the auditorium.
Cedric Diggory on the Hufflepuff table looked like I knew it. When Soul looked over, he winked slightly and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"This is impossible!"
"Oh, no!!" Such exclamations echoed throughout the auditorium, and the voices from Gryffindor were especially loud. Well, you guessed it, they came from the most active Weasley brothers.
Dumbledore seemed to understand the agitated emotions of the students. He stood there quietly and exuded an aura. It could only be said that he was worthy of being a principal for many years. His aura was full, and his expression was not serious or cold. There was a buzz of conversation in the room. The sound gradually became quiet, and everyone focused their attention on Dumbledore, waiting for his explanation.
“Because a large event starts in October and continues throughout the school year, it takes up a lot of teachers’ time and energy – but I’m sure you’ll all have a lot of fun doing it.”
"I am very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts--"
At this moment, a deafening thunder exploded above the ceiling, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open. The strong wind blowing in from outside the door caused the candle flames floating above the long table to sway continuously.
A man stood in the doorway, leaning on what looked like a cane made of metal and wrapped in a damp black traveling cloak.
Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at him.
The man took off the hood on his head and shook out his long gray hair.
"hiss..."
The few young wizards with good eyes couldn't help but gasp when they saw this man's face clearly.
The lightning on the ceiling became more intense, as if the man's arrival was not welcome.
The man raised his foot and took a step forward, making a sound that was not like a normal person's footsteps hitting the ground, but more like a cane hitting the ground - a "clunking" sound.
"Ahem." He couldn't help coughing a few times, and then he raised his crutch and cast a golden spell at the ceiling.
The enchanted ceiling suddenly calmed down and revealed its original color.
This was the first time the little wizards saw the original appearance of the ceiling of the auditorium.
The little wizards seemed to be subdued by the man's magic. They held their breaths and watched the man limping towards the teacher's seat.
But when some young wizards saw this man's face, they couldn't help but let out a short scream, and then covered their mouths, for fear that the man would notice them.
The flickering firelight illuminated the man's face clearly - it looked like the work of an unskilled engraver, with marks of knives everywhere on the work.
This sentence is absolutely correct. This man's face is covered with scars, his mouth is like a crooked cut, and the place where his nose should be raised is missing.
Fortunately, what made several timid little wizards scream was because of this man's eyes - the two eyes were completely different in size. The normal eyes were small, black and full of energy. But the other one was big and round, showing a vivid bright blue. The eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, and suddenly turned over completely, revealing the pure white whites of the eyes. .
The strange man walked all the way to Dumbledore's side. The auditorium was eerily quiet, with the only sound of the strange man walking around.
Dumbledore stood up with a smile, shook hands with him, and then asked him to sit down in the empty seat at the teacher's bench.
"Just in time." Dumbledore faced the students and broke the silence happily, "Just in time to meet our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor--Alastor Moody."
Normally, when a new teacher meets the students, everyone will applaud and welcome him, but now there is no other sound but silence.
Everyone looked at each other, seemingly shocked by Moody's strange face. After a while, Suer took the lead in applauding.
Under Su'er's reminder, everyone remembered what they should have done.
Applause rang out piecemeal, and then joined together.
In any case, this scary-looking man was about to be their professor for this academic year, and logically, they should leave a better impression on the professor.
Moody at the teacher's desk twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded slightly, and took it as a response to everyone. Then he took out a curved wine bottle from his wet traveling cloak and took a big sip.
The food piled up like a hill descends downwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Heavy rain pounded on the high windows, another burst of thunder exploded, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the hazy ceiling, lighting up the entire auditorium.
But this does not affect the little wizards who are enjoying their feast at all.
When the staple food disappears in the blink of an eye, it turns into a delicious snack in the blink of an eye.
The little wizards put down their knives and forks with satisfaction, and scattered voices began to sound.
"Your banquet almost came to nothing today," said the fat monk. "There was a little trouble in the kitchen earlier."
"Why?" There was a young wizard who had just entered school and looked at the fat monk without blinking. There was fear in his eyes but more of curiosity. He had probably never seen a ghost before.
"Of course Peeves is causing trouble." The fat monk shook his head.
"Who is Peeves? Is he also a ghost?" the little wizard asked curiously.
His question was answered by other senior wizards in the next moment, but the tone and expression were ugly. Look at the senior wizard's hair and red broken balloons stuck to his forehead.
Soul understood, this was also the unlucky guy who had been tricked by Peeves just now.
"So what did Peeves do?"
"The same old thing - he was wreaking havoc in the kitchen, leaving pots and pans everywhere - to be honest, I would have liked to give him a chance - let him attend the welcome party - - But it did something like this - I can't help it."
The fat monk sighed and shook his head in disappointment.
"Honestly, now I feel that Bloody Baron is absolutely right, Peeves is hopeless-"
Bloody Barrow is a taciturn, skinny ghost with silvery blood stains on his body. He is the ghost of Slytherin House.
Soul had no interest in what Peeves would encounter or how he would live in the castle. After all, ghosts and humans had different paths, not to mention that Peeves was not a pretty little loli ghost.
Today's treacle fruit tart and plum pudding attracted his attention more.
Finally, the desserts were swept away, the last remaining crumbs on the plate disappeared, and the plate became clean and shiny in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and Professor McGonagall tapped the goblet with a spoon.
"Ding ding..."
The hum of voices in the auditorium suddenly stopped, and there was only the sound of the howling wind outside the ceiling and the pounding of rain.
The flames on the candles flickered, and Dumbledore's gentle eyes swept across the audience and he spoke.
"Now that we have eaten and drank enough, let me just say a few things. It is a cliché. First, no one is allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. Especially this year's Forbidden Forest is very dangerous."
"Second, the administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to tell you that this year there are a few more prohibited items in the castle. They are the Screaming Yo-Yo, the Wolf Fang Flying Saucer and the Combo Boomerang."
Sur couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard the Wolf Fang UFO. He knew these things. As the name suggests, the Wolf Fang UFO is a Frisbee toy with the wolf teeth fixed on the edge. It is said that the material is a werewolf's teeth. I don't know if it is true or not.
The sound of the screaming yo-yo is said to be that of a mandrake, and I hope the person who recorded it is still alive.
"Third, students below third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade."
"And the fourth..." When he said this, Dumbledore paused.
"I'm sorry to tell you that the Academy Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the auditorium.
Cedric Diggory on the Hufflepuff table looked like I knew it. When Soul looked over, he winked slightly and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"This is impossible!"
"Oh, no!!" Such exclamations echoed throughout the auditorium, and the voices from Gryffindor were especially loud. Well, you guessed it, they came from the most active Weasley brothers.
Dumbledore seemed to understand the agitated emotions of the students. He stood there quietly and exuded an aura. It could only be said that he was worthy of being a principal for many years. His aura was full, and his expression was not serious or cold. There was a buzz of conversation in the room. The sound gradually became quiet, and everyone focused their attention on Dumbledore, waiting for his explanation.
“Because a large event starts in October and continues throughout the school year, it takes up a lot of teachers’ time and energy – but I’m sure you’ll all have a lot of fun doing it.”
"I am very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts--"
At this moment, a deafening thunder exploded above the ceiling, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open. The strong wind blowing in from outside the door caused the candle flames floating above the long table to sway continuously.
A man stood in the doorway, leaning on what looked like a cane made of metal and wrapped in a damp black traveling cloak.
Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at him.
The man took off the hood on his head and shook out his long gray hair.
"hiss..."
The few young wizards with good eyes couldn't help but gasp when they saw this man's face clearly.
The lightning on the ceiling became more intense, as if the man's arrival was not welcome.
The man raised his foot and took a step forward, making a sound that was not like a normal person's footsteps hitting the ground, but more like a cane hitting the ground - a "clunking" sound.
"Ahem." He couldn't help coughing a few times, and then he raised his crutch and cast a golden spell at the ceiling.
The enchanted ceiling suddenly calmed down and revealed its original color.
This was the first time the little wizards saw the original appearance of the ceiling of the auditorium.
The little wizards seemed to be subdued by the man's magic. They held their breaths and watched the man limping towards the teacher's seat.
But when some young wizards saw this man's face, they couldn't help but let out a short scream, and then covered their mouths, for fear that the man would notice them.
The flickering firelight illuminated the man's face clearly - it looked like the work of an unskilled engraver, with marks of knives everywhere on the work.
This sentence is absolutely correct. This man's face is covered with scars, his mouth is like a crooked cut, and the place where his nose should be raised is missing.
Fortunately, what made several timid little wizards scream was because of this man's eyes - the two eyes were completely different in size. The normal eyes were small, black and full of energy. But the other one was big and round, showing a vivid bright blue. The eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, and suddenly turned over completely, revealing the pure white whites of the eyes. .
The strange man walked all the way to Dumbledore's side. The auditorium was eerily quiet, with the only sound of the strange man walking around.
Dumbledore stood up with a smile, shook hands with him, and then asked him to sit down in the empty seat at the teacher's bench.
"Just in time." Dumbledore faced the students and broke the silence happily, "Just in time to meet our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor--Alastor Moody."
Normally, when a new teacher meets the students, everyone will applaud and welcome him, but now there is no other sound but silence.
Everyone looked at each other, seemingly shocked by Moody's strange face. After a while, Suer took the lead in applauding.
Under Su'er's reminder, everyone remembered what they should have done.
Applause rang out piecemeal, and then joined together.
In any case, this scary-looking man was about to be their professor for this academic year, and logically, they should leave a better impression on the professor.
Moody at the teacher's desk twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded slightly, and took it as a response to everyone. Then he took out a curved wine bottle from his wet traveling cloak and took a big sip.
