NOVEL WEB Moonlight Life at Hogwarts
Chapter 244 A Ferret
Chapter 244 A Ferret
"The despicable pure-blood family always likes to sneak attack so much!"
Moody limped down the marble stairs, wand in hand, pointed at a snow-white ferret.
The stoat shivered on the flagstones where Malfoy had been standing.
There was an eerie silence in the hall.Moody turned to look at Harry—at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other eye was sunk into his head.
"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled again.
The three of Aiwen looked towards the center of the field again.
"I said, don't touch him!" roared Moody again, giving a thumbs up and pointing over the shoulder to Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but froze in place.Moody's roving eye seemed to be able to see behind the head as if by magic.
Moody started limping towards Malfoy's two little henchmen and the ferret, who let out a terrified cry, ducked away, and ran in the direction of the dungeon.
"I don't believe in that!" roared Moody, pointing his wand again at the ferret, who rose ten feet in the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and went up again.
"I don't like people who attack people in the back," said Moody gruffly—as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain. Dirtiest, vile, and the act of a coward..."
The ferret leaped into the air, its legs and tail flailing wildly in despair.
"Never-don't-do-do-" Moody said, uttering a word every time the ferret dropped to the flagstones and jumped up again.
"Professor Moody!" said a startled voice.
Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with a stack of books in his arms.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody quietly, making the ferret jump higher.
"You, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her eyes following the ferret bouncing in mid-air.
"Let me teach you," Moody replied.
"Lesson? Why, Moody, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in his arms fell to the ground.
"That's right," Moody said.
"My God!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurrying down the stairs and drawing his wand.
A moment later, with a loud crack, Draco Malfoy was back again.
He huddled up and lay on the flagstone floor, his slippery blond hair scattered on his now dazzlingly red face.
After a while, he stood up, trembling.
"Moody, we never use Transfiguration as punishment!" said Professor McGonagall weakly. "Professor Dumbledore must have told you?"
"Maybe," Professor Moody replied casually, "but I just hate these so-called pure-blood families, not to mention, look at that child who fell on the ground."
Professor McGonagall saw the miserable Ron, and immediately took a breath.
"Okay, twenty points will be deducted from Slytherin, Ivan and Hermione...forget it, come and send Mr. Weasley to the infirmary quickly." Professor McGonagall originally wanted to call Ivan, but After thinking about it and thinking about it, he turned and looked at Professor Moody, "Well, Professor Moody, this is a school, not the Ministry of Magic, we can't use these punishments on children, you can have better A milder form of punishment."
"Oh, I'll remember next time." Professor Moody gave Malfoy a hard look, and then limped away from here. Malfoy was supported by his two little followers and stared at him with spiteful eyes. Seeing the back of Professor Moody leaving, Ron was also pulled up by Ravin who just ran over.
"Also, you three." Professor McGonagall walked up to Ivan angrily, and then grabbed Ivan's ears, and Ivan immediately tapped his feet on the ground, "Ivan, I don't believe you didn't ability to stop this."
"Teacher, I've been wronged, it's not fair," Ivan yelled, "Hermione and Harry are obviously here, and they can stop it, why are you only pulling my ear?"
"Are you sure you want me to pull Hermione's ear? Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall asked back, and then glanced at Harry again, "As for Harry... five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."
Harry, who had been gloating about his misfortune, immediately put on a pain mask.
Sometimes it's really, if you hit you, it's really good for you.
He suddenly became a little envious of Ivan, and he could tell at a glance whether he was close or distant, Professor McGonagall, are you really the dean of our Gryffindor?
"Okay, Harry, you go to eat first," Professor McGonagall glared at Ivan again, "Ivan and Hermione are going to my office, I have something to tell them."
Harry just nodded.
Everyone looked at the back of Professor McGonagall grabbing Ivan's ear and leaving, and immediately started discussing in whispers.
"Wow, Professor McGonagall is really cool." A little Gryffindor wizard exclaimed, "He suppressed everyone as soon as he appeared."
"And the Malfoy just now turned into a ferret, going up and down."
Everyone is discussing what just happened.
"That's right, Aiwen usually looks so indifferent, but he can only give in to Professor McGonagall." Another little wizard said in a low voice, "Did you see the expression on Aiwen's ears being pulled just now? This is what happened before. The future star of the Daily Prophet."
Immediately, there was a burst of unkind low laughter from the crowd.
And Professor McGonagall, who dragged Ivan to the office all the way, finally let go of his hand in the office. Hermione looked at Ivan's red and swollen ears, and quickly released the spell to help him relieve it.
"My Hermione is better." Ivan sighed.
"Huh?" Teacher McGonagall turned and glanced at Ivan.
"Mr. McGonagall is also good." Ivan added immediately.
"Okay, don't be poor, I know you have a cold personality." Teacher McGonagall sat behind her desk full of student homework, "But this is at school, if you encounter it, you should go up and help, this time Good for your future, too."
"Hey," Ivan laughed.
"What class are you going to have this afternoon?" Mrs. McGonagall took down a schedule from her desk, and said thoughtfully before the two of them answered, "Defense Against the Dark Arts...be careful , If you feel that something is wrong, it’s okay to leave directly, in my opinion, your safety is more important.”
Mrs. McGonagall was also in the principal's office last night, so she naturally knew that Moody was pretending to be a blood race, but she didn't know his name.
"Don't worry, teacher."
"Well, that's good, first help me correct the homework of the lower grades here."
"..."
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(End of this chapter)
"The despicable pure-blood family always likes to sneak attack so much!"
Moody limped down the marble stairs, wand in hand, pointed at a snow-white ferret.
The stoat shivered on the flagstones where Malfoy had been standing.
There was an eerie silence in the hall.Moody turned to look at Harry—at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other eye was sunk into his head.
"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled again.
The three of Aiwen looked towards the center of the field again.
"I said, don't touch him!" roared Moody again, giving a thumbs up and pointing over the shoulder to Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but froze in place.Moody's roving eye seemed to be able to see behind the head as if by magic.
Moody started limping towards Malfoy's two little henchmen and the ferret, who let out a terrified cry, ducked away, and ran in the direction of the dungeon.
"I don't believe in that!" roared Moody, pointing his wand again at the ferret, who rose ten feet in the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and went up again.
"I don't like people who attack people in the back," said Moody gruffly—as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain. Dirtiest, vile, and the act of a coward..."
The ferret leaped into the air, its legs and tail flailing wildly in despair.
"Never-don't-do-do-" Moody said, uttering a word every time the ferret dropped to the flagstones and jumped up again.
"Professor Moody!" said a startled voice.
Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with a stack of books in his arms.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody quietly, making the ferret jump higher.
"You, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her eyes following the ferret bouncing in mid-air.
"Let me teach you," Moody replied.
"Lesson? Why, Moody, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in his arms fell to the ground.
"That's right," Moody said.
"My God!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurrying down the stairs and drawing his wand.
A moment later, with a loud crack, Draco Malfoy was back again.
He huddled up and lay on the flagstone floor, his slippery blond hair scattered on his now dazzlingly red face.
After a while, he stood up, trembling.
"Moody, we never use Transfiguration as punishment!" said Professor McGonagall weakly. "Professor Dumbledore must have told you?"
"Maybe," Professor Moody replied casually, "but I just hate these so-called pure-blood families, not to mention, look at that child who fell on the ground."
Professor McGonagall saw the miserable Ron, and immediately took a breath.
"Okay, twenty points will be deducted from Slytherin, Ivan and Hermione...forget it, come and send Mr. Weasley to the infirmary quickly." Professor McGonagall originally wanted to call Ivan, but After thinking about it and thinking about it, he turned and looked at Professor Moody, "Well, Professor Moody, this is a school, not the Ministry of Magic, we can't use these punishments on children, you can have better A milder form of punishment."
"Oh, I'll remember next time." Professor Moody gave Malfoy a hard look, and then limped away from here. Malfoy was supported by his two little followers and stared at him with spiteful eyes. Seeing the back of Professor Moody leaving, Ron was also pulled up by Ravin who just ran over.
"Also, you three." Professor McGonagall walked up to Ivan angrily, and then grabbed Ivan's ears, and Ivan immediately tapped his feet on the ground, "Ivan, I don't believe you didn't ability to stop this."
"Teacher, I've been wronged, it's not fair," Ivan yelled, "Hermione and Harry are obviously here, and they can stop it, why are you only pulling my ear?"
"Are you sure you want me to pull Hermione's ear? Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall asked back, and then glanced at Harry again, "As for Harry... five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."
Harry, who had been gloating about his misfortune, immediately put on a pain mask.
Sometimes it's really, if you hit you, it's really good for you.
He suddenly became a little envious of Ivan, and he could tell at a glance whether he was close or distant, Professor McGonagall, are you really the dean of our Gryffindor?
"Okay, Harry, you go to eat first," Professor McGonagall glared at Ivan again, "Ivan and Hermione are going to my office, I have something to tell them."
Harry just nodded.
Everyone looked at the back of Professor McGonagall grabbing Ivan's ear and leaving, and immediately started discussing in whispers.
"Wow, Professor McGonagall is really cool." A little Gryffindor wizard exclaimed, "He suppressed everyone as soon as he appeared."
"And the Malfoy just now turned into a ferret, going up and down."
Everyone is discussing what just happened.
"That's right, Aiwen usually looks so indifferent, but he can only give in to Professor McGonagall." Another little wizard said in a low voice, "Did you see the expression on Aiwen's ears being pulled just now? This is what happened before. The future star of the Daily Prophet."
Immediately, there was a burst of unkind low laughter from the crowd.
And Professor McGonagall, who dragged Ivan to the office all the way, finally let go of his hand in the office. Hermione looked at Ivan's red and swollen ears, and quickly released the spell to help him relieve it.
"My Hermione is better." Ivan sighed.
"Huh?" Teacher McGonagall turned and glanced at Ivan.
"Mr. McGonagall is also good." Ivan added immediately.
"Okay, don't be poor, I know you have a cold personality." Teacher McGonagall sat behind her desk full of student homework, "But this is at school, if you encounter it, you should go up and help, this time Good for your future, too."
"Hey," Ivan laughed.
"What class are you going to have this afternoon?" Mrs. McGonagall took down a schedule from her desk, and said thoughtfully before the two of them answered, "Defense Against the Dark Arts...be careful , If you feel that something is wrong, it’s okay to leave directly, in my opinion, your safety is more important.”
Mrs. McGonagall was also in the principal's office last night, so she naturally knew that Moody was pretending to be a blood race, but she didn't know his name.
"Don't worry, teacher."
"Well, that's good, first help me correct the homework of the lower grades here."
"..."
……
……
(End of this chapter)
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