Chapter 368 The Ferret Incident (Modified)

The next morning, the storm died down, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still clouded with gloom.

When Allen, Michael, and Edward were studying their class schedule for this semester while they were eating breakfast, there were big bluish-gray clouds rolling over their heads.

Although Dumbledore said last night that the method of selecting warriors was very strict, the young wizards who did not give up were still discussing with enthusiasm how to use magical methods to make themselves older, and then get away with it and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Just then there was a sudden rustling above them, and a hundred owls flew in through the open window, bringing the morning mail to them all.

Morgan Le Fay stopped mailing Ellen large and small packages of pastries and food. Because as long as she prepares enough food in the tower, Allen can take it at any time.

"Alan, my mother asked me to hand it over to you." Draco handed a large bag of candies and cakes to Alan.

"Draco, please thank your mother." Alan took it directly without being polite, took out a candy and threw it into his mouth.

Draco's eyes lit up, and he returned to the Slytherin table with great vigor.

Many times, out of self-protection, people will subconsciously reject other people's kindness.

But in fact, when you refuse, you also reject the idea of ​​others wanting to befriend you.

Never be afraid to owe a small favor, and never be afraid to repay what you owe others.

Friendship is gradually deepened when you come and I go.

In the first class of school, the Ravenclaws felt the difference in the fourth grade, and Professor Flitwick actually took the quiz in class.

"It seems that your little brains have completely forgotten the knowledge of last semester." Professor Flitwick sighed, and began to count one by one.

There was a deep and deep bell, and the get out of class was over. Except for Allen, almost all Ravenclaws were relieved and left the Charms classroom one after another.

"Ha, Malfoy, seeing how you looked in the morning, you presented Alan with a respectful tribute. It feels good to get the master's approval, doesn't it?"

From a distance, Allen heard Ron's exaggerated laughter, "Look at you at the time, like a pug wagging its head and tail!"

Allen stepped forward and found that at this moment, everyone in the hall was listening to Ron and Malfoy talking.

"Pug? I saw a real pug at the World Cup, nodding and bowing to everyone who came in. That's your brother—Percy, right!" Draco squinted at Ron, drawing tone.

Everyone in the hall looked at Ron, who clenched his wand tightly.

"Go away, Malfoy," said Harry, "don't mind, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Then please tell me, did his brother put you up there, Savior?" ?”

"And you, Malfoy?" said Harry - grabbing Ron by the back of his robes to keep him from leaping at Malfoy - "look at the way you look at Ellen, like a pug It’s like seeing a fleshy bone!”

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult Alan, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth." Harry said, frowning, glanced at Allen beside him, and turned around.

boom!

Several people screamed——

Allen curled his lips, and Draco's spellcasting accuracy had to be strengthened, aiming at Ron but almost hitting Harry.

At this time, another loud noise was heard. boom! Then a roar echoed in the hall.

"Oh, don't do that, boy!"

Everyone turned quickly, and Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs. With his wand in hand, he pointed at a snow-white ferret, which was shivering on the flagstone floor 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.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse.

"No," said Harry, "no hit."

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.

"Don't touch—what?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"It's not you—it's him!" roared Moody again, pointing his thumb over the shoulder at Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but froze in place. Moody's roving eye seemed to have the power to see behind the head.

Moody started limping toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, who let out a yelp of terror, ducked, and ran off 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. Cowardly behavior..."

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.

Bang, there was another bang, and it wasn't Malfoy.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the position of Professor Moody just now. A penguin was standing on the floor crookedly, flapping its short wings desperately, trying to control its fat body.

Seeing everyone's eyes, the penguin seemed to become angry from embarrassment, and rolled directly to the ground.

The little wizards in the hall couldn't help laughing out loud, but thinking of the identity of the penguin in front of them, they immediately suppressed their laughter.

Allen came out and pointed his wand at the penguin—the penguin suddenly rose to a height of ten feet in the air, exactly the same height as the ferret was just now, and then fell to the ground head first with a snap, and then fell to the ground again. It suddenly rose up, and many places on its body had been worn off, exposing the bare bird skin.

Draco Malfoy, who was still in the form of a ferret, looked up at the penguin that was constantly being thrown to the ground with its head down. Although the bean-sized eyes were full of tears from pain and shame, the constantly wagging tail It seems to be telling his excitement at this time.

"I don't like people who attack others in the back and bully the small," Allen deliberately imitated Moody's tone of voice - at this time the penguin was jumping higher and higher, screaming in pain, with a long white bar The feces spurted out just right into the mouth of Ron, who was gaping open-mouthed - it looked like Moody had eaten a lot at the back-to-term dinner.

Ron closed his mouth all of a sudden, and after being dazed for a while, he let out a wow, and supported Harry, his chest heaving violently, and the people around him immediately avoided him.

"Alan Harris!" said a startled voice.

Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with a stack of books in his arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall." Allen said calmly, making the penguin jump higher.

"You—what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her eyes following the penguins bouncing in mid-air.

"Let's learn," Allen said.

"Lesson—what, Alan, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in his arms fell to the ground.

"No." Allen said.

Professor McGonagall sighed lightly, but what Allen said next made her mouth close immediately.

"It's Professor Moody," Allen said.

"My God!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurrying down the stairs and drawing his wand.

However, half a day later, the penguin still did not change.

At this moment, with a loud crackling noise, Draco Malfoy was released from the spell by Allen. He lay huddled on the flagstones, his smooth, blond hair hanging over his now dazzlingly red face. After a while, he stood up, trembling.

"Alan Harris, restore Professor Moody quickly." Professor McGonagall looked at Alan sternly. She knew that Alan must have used the toughness magic to enhance the effect of deformation. She couldn't do anything in a short time untie.

"Professor McGonagall, Moody, as a professor, actually gave a corporal punishment to a student Malfoy, turning him into a ferret. I just did to Professor Moody what he did to Malfoy. "Alan said loudly, and Malfoy on the side nodded repeatedly, with tears in his eyes.

"But this is not a reason for a student to attack the professor. You should report to the professor first!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, with a serious face and a stern tone.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall. I am not punishing an unruly professor as a student, but as a school manager." Allen narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

"Professor, you can see from Weasley's condition that it is not suitable to remove the spell immediately." Draco recovered, and immediately looked viciously at the penguin that collapsed on the ground and made him embarrass himself.

"Go to the school infirmary first." Professor McGonagall made a decision, holding the penguin in his hand.

Before leaving, Draco walked towards Ron, whose face was already turning green, and whispered in his ear deliberately imitating a Scottish accent: "You eat shit."