A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Draco Malfoy didn't speak, he slumped to the floor, his face sweating, his pale blond hair stuck to his forehead, shivering. He staggered a few times and couldn't get up, and Crabbe and Goyle came over, looked at Moody who was unresponsive, and pulled Draco up.

McGonagall's suspicious eyes swirled between Felix and Moody, and she quickly confirmed the target. She frowned and said, "Professor Moody, you used Transfiguration on Malfoy?"

"Yeah, teach a lesson, you have to give him a deep impression, so that he will not attack others from behind in the future." Moody said.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Felix inquiringly, Felix nodded lightly, and McGonagall said feebly: "Even so, we will only lock up, instead of punishing students with deformation, prolonged human deformation is harmful Yes, it's been abolished long ago - Dumbledore should have told you that?"

"Probably did?" Moody scratched his chin casually. He grinned and said gruffly, "It's not that serious, Professor McGonagall!"

"I didn't like him attacking from behind, so I scare him, this Professor Hepp appeared out of nowhere and probably thought I was doing something wrong! There was a little conflict, and I happened to hear about him from Dumbledore before. A lot of things... just want to try his level."

Moody limped around, waved his big rough hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know why I'm here. Dumbledore asked me not to make me a good guy!"

"Danger never appears openly, so you can prepare in advance. That's what I'm here for - to cut off the tentacles of some people and things. I did overreact a little bit, but in my experience, it's better than being overly aggressive. Better to be defenseless!"

"Always be vigilant!" he yelled, and a first-year freshman sat on the ground in fright.

Moody's magic eye saw it, he grinned, dragged his wooden prosthetic leg to the newborn, pulled him up, pointed at him with his missing nose and intact eye, and said with a big laugh : "Boy! You'll find that looks are the least of your fears. Excuse me, let Jean-"

The crowd made way and looked at him with awe.

"Right!" Moody stopped and turned to look at Felix. "We'd better pick some warriors and train them in advance, right in the first duel class, how about that?"

"Of course." Felix said with a smile.

Moody stared at him for a few seconds, then strode away.

"Gosh, he's so cool!" said one student, looking over Moody's back.

"He's a real fighter, the one who knows the most, he's well-informed...you'll know when the time comes." Another student admired Moody, who had just taken Moody's class in the afternoon.

Professor McGonagall looked at the students who were staying in place, and said solemnly: "Let's all go, go! Go to dinner, don't block the road." She walked to Draco Malfoy, but looked hesitantly. to Felix.

"Then—Mr. Malfoy—"

"I'll give it to Severus," Felix said.

"Okay then." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, she glanced at Crabbe and Goyle next to Draco, and Harry, Ron and Hermione who were not far away, and shouted angrily: "You guys Do you want to be with us!"

They hurried away.

At the dining table, Ron closed his eyes and held his fork in the air. He sighed contentedly: "I will definitely have a ferret in the future... As soon as I see it, I can think of Malfoy today. Will you also grab my trouser legs and not let go?"

Harry and Hermione laughed, and Harry asked, "But is human shapeshifting really dangerous? Professor McGonagall's expression doesn't sound like a joke."

Holding her fork, Hermione said meaningfully: "Imagine being turned into an owl. At first you remember who you are, but soon, animal instinct takes over and you forget who you are..."

Harry frowned. "So if you don't unlock the magic in time, Malfoy will completely think he's a ferret?"

Hermione said solemnly: "I'm just giving you an example to make you realize the dangers here. Some transformations can be unraveled on their own over time, but for those wizards with high magic power, their transformations can be maintained. For a long time, even some malicious deformations, like a curse, can last forever."

Ron didn't know what to think, he laughed out loud, and he said breathlessly, "That, it's... not bad... isn't it?"

Hermione glanced at him, "Although the possibility is very small, if Malfoy runs away in a panic and hides in the forbidden forest, he may be eaten by the animals in the forest before he is found. …”

Ron imagined for a moment, the food in front of him suddenly tasted bad, and Harry had no appetite. Hermione, however, finished her dinner quickly, unaffected, and packed her schoolbag.

"Are you going to the library?" Harry asked her.

"Of course," said Hermione. "There's a lot of work to do. It's not schoolwork—" She said ahead of time when Harry was about to ask, picking up her bag and hurried away.

On the other side, Felix and Draco Malfoy were walking down the dark underground corridor, with Draco teary-eyed, and the fire on the walls shining on his pale face, and Felix could see him flashing from time to time. of malicious eyes.

"You hate Professor Moody?" Felix asked, looking at him.

Draco clenched his fists, blushing with shame, and muttered, "I'm going to tell my dad..."

"Well." Felix didn't say much, and they continued to walk for a while. He suddenly said: "What you said is also a way, but it may not be useful."

"Why! Just because he's Dumbledore's best friend?" Draco asked through gritted teeth.

"It's Headmaster Dumbledore." Felix corrected him, but looking at Draco Malfoy's disapproving expression, he probably even blamed the Headmaster.

"I'm curious, the origin of this conflict..."

"I humiliated Weasley's dad," Draco said coldly. "You mean to ask that? Did I deserve it?"

"No," Felix laughed softly, "I'm just wondering how you're thinking of taking the initiative to provoke, after all, even without Professor Moody, the three of you—plus Crabbe and Goyle, Not a match for Potter alone."

"Or in your opinion, Potter won't hurt you and make you feel safe? Or that you don't mind being brought down by Potter - it's worth mentioning that Miss Granger isn't so easy to deal with either."

Draco Malfoy's face became hot, and he faltered, "I-I didn't think about it that much."

"Well," Felix nodded and asked instead, "Remember the first time we had a more in-depth conversation? The time you came to my office with your diary?"

Draco looked at him slowly, not quite understanding what he meant by the sudden mention of this.

"I told you that everyone is responsible for their own behavior-" Felixston paused, "It seems that you have no impression."

He smiled and said, "I really want you to see the scene at that time. You were a bit like now, trembling and trembling. Of course, one was a noble self-help and altruistic behavior, and the other was with some dark thoughts. idea……"

Draco stared at him, uncomfortable, but also with a touch of pride.

"It's normal, anyone who gets humiliated will have strong thoughts of destruction," Felix said lightly, as they turned a corner, Snape's office in sight.

"Have you ever had that thought?" Draco asked, but he suddenly realized that he had asked a bad question, and Professor Hepp had a rough time at school, and he would only experience more.

Felix was amused, "I guess everyone has more or less dark thoughts like this, but it's not easy to put them into practice." He knocked on the door of Snape's office, but there was no movement for a while.

"Well, maybe not..." he said regretfully. "It's just another day. Go, Mr. Malfoy. Go back to sleep, I'd like to see how long you'll keep this idea going."