A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next morning, Harry woke up groggy, in a state of sleepwalking, and when he woke up, he found himself sitting in a Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and people came one after another. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown walked into the classroom arm in arm, and when Parvati saw Harry, he glared at him and said loudly: "I have an appointment with Aiden, come next. A Hogsmeade weekend to hang out with."

Lavender asked with interest: "Is that the Beauxbatons boy who danced with you at the ball?"

"That's right," Parvati said aloud, and she glanced arrogantly at Harry as she passed them.

She had been very cold to Harry since the ball, and every time she saw Harry, she would turn her head away so hard that only the back of his head was left, and Harry wanted to ask if Ron had encountered the same situation, but thinking that Padma and them are not in the same academy, they can only give up.

"You should care more about her at the dance, you see... now the retribution is coming." Hermione said sullenly, covering her face with a thick book.

"But she's having a good time, too," Harry said stubbornly.

He glanced back quietly, Parvati and Lavender sat in the back two rows of seats, talking and laughing, he couldn't see anything unusual, Lavender took out a thick book from his schoolbag, mysterious Show it to Parvati.

"I ordered it through owl mail, it's very nice..."

In the last few minutes before class, an elated voice came from outside the door:

"That's the name—Magic Gramophone, and it's in the living room the day after it goes on sale, and when you're listening to music, you can see the weird sisters circling over your head. To be honest, my mom didn't like them, too. It's noisy...but there's no way, there's only this at the moment."

Draco Malfoy said regretfully, walking into the classroom surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle, looking around and looking at Harry with a deliberately surprised expression: "Hey, Potter! You didn't sleep well last night. Is it? Or with smoky makeup?"

His two henchmen giggled and pointed at Harry's dark circles.

Harry clenched his fists, and Ron grabbed him hastily, "Don't be impulsive, Harry, he's so eager for you to do this! Just touch him with your little finger and he'll have an excuse to have a seizure..."

"You're getting less courageous," Draco said timidly, walking over to look down at Harry and whispering in a low voice, "I've learned a few more spells this holiday, Potter... ...not joking around, I dug up a note from my grandfather's house, maybe we can try it sometime..."

"What do you mean?" Harry said with anger.

"Oh, I forgot," Draco said maliciously. "Your hometown was bombed to rubble, and there's no legacy left. Maybe you can ask the Weasley next to you? If his family wasn't poor. Until these things are sold and replaced..."

"Do you want a duel, Malfoy?" Harry asked him angrily, "or report Filch under the guise of a duel, like you did in your first year? You can do that, can't you? Can't you show some courage?"

Draco's pale face flushed.

"See you at the Duel Club, Potter," he dropped and hurried away.

Harry looked at his back, shaking with anger. "Ignore him, Harry," Hermione said calmly, raising her head from a thick book, "including this time, he's been provoking you three times in a row recently, and you know why."

"He must have learned some powerful black magic, Harry, you have to be careful." Ron was also very angry.

Harry's anger was instantly extinguished. Of course he knew the reason. Those two classes last week were all Snape's. If there was a conflict, he would use his knees to figure out who Snape would take, which made Draco Malfoy's arrogance grew even more arrogant.

Especially in the first class last week, Malfoy quietly showed him a badge, and told Harry with a look of regret that if the other badges were not confiscated, he would give one to every Slytherin student, Used to show support for the true Warriors squad at Hogwarts.

Fortunately, Neville maintained his usual sensitivity to Snape's aura and issued an early warning to defuse the danger, otherwise he might have been detained and deducted points.

The class bell rang, and the students sat obediently, waiting for a black robe that kept flying. At this time, they heard the distinctive "tuk-tuk" sound of wood hitting the floor, and many little wizards (mostly Gryffindors) opened their eyes with joy.

"I never thought I'd be like this, looking forward to seeing that face of Professor Moody," muttered Ron, and Harry agreed.

Moody appeared at the door, looking as frightening as usual, but many students let out low cheers. He stood at the door and glanced around for a week, the blue magic eyes in his eye sockets kept turning.

The classroom quickly fell silent.

Moody trudged to the podium on crutches, put the crutch with the stack of parchment in his arms on the table, drew his wand (the students grinned), waved it gently, and lifted it from the podium. A roster flew out of the drawer.

"You should have heard. I was controlled last semester. A despicable villain disguised as me and taught you a lesson." Moody said in a hoarse voice. There was no sound in the classroom. Some versions of the rumors, but no one is sure.

"They messed up my mind and made me think everything was normal, and I just went through the semester like this, until Christmas night, when the Death Eater conspiracy hidden in the school came to light and decided to get rid of me before I left... I was lying in bed like a corpse and didn't respond to the sound in the room, thanks to the delay of the two students, otherwise I would have died in my sleep, a worthless death..." Mu Dee whispered, looking at Harry and Ron, and Harry felt that his face wasn't so scary anymore.

"In order to cure me, your Professor Hepu has thought of a lot of ways, but... some memories are still lost, so I decided to get to know you again."

He shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, bruised face, and began to roll names.

The classroom was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere. When Moody's name was called, the students whose names were read raised their hands to answer, and Moody on the podium seemed to see them for the first time. Stare at them.

After the roll call was over, Moody picked up the crutches on the podium and limped around the classroom, saying in a hoarse voice:

"In the next few lessons, I will tell you about my experience of the past six months, which is a good example. You seem to think that the dark wizard is too far away from you, but, it turns out, you and an evil dark wizard After getting along for half a year, he disguised himself as a withdrawn, aloof retired old man—a smart way! I’ll talk about these later, and I’ll tell you the details I remember without reservation.”

"There is only one thing you have to do. Go back and think about it. What is the reason for you to be alive now?"

"Teacher, professor, what did you say?" said Lavender Brown in astonishment.

"I said," Moody waved his large, rough hand, his eyes fixed on her, "take a moment to ask yourself a question: a powerful dark wizard - for the past six months - is ready to pull out Point your wand to your nose and utter a death curse.

And the truth is, you're still fine, aren't you, Miss Lavender? "

The update time is getting late, and the author is trying to adjust. There is another chapter, I recommend reading it tomorrow.