I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 207 The wicked have their own grind

"Why did you two disappear after dinner recently?" Harry couldn't help asking curiously when he was approaching the hall.

"Hermione has been eating a bit lately, and needs extra meals." Orlando was kicked by Hermione before he could finish speaking.

"Why did you tell them that?"

At this moment, the foyer was full of people waiting in line to eat. They had just reached the end of the line when a harsh voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Weasley, hello, Weasley!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around to see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle standing there, as if they were overjoyed about something.

"What?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley," Malfoy said, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet, speaking loudly enough for everyone in the hall to hear, "Listen Listen to this, the Ministry of Magic is in trouble again, haha, it seems that the troubles of the Ministry of Magic are not over yet, writes special correspondent Rita Skeeter of this newspaper. Criticized for its failure to maintain order effectively and for its continued failure to explain the disappearance of one of its witches' officers, yesterday's bizarre behavior by Arnold Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division The Ministry of Magic is in a new embarrassment."

Malfoy raised his head and continued triumphantly, "Come to think of it, Weasley, they didn't even write your father's name right. He's just a nobody, isn't he?" he exclaimed gloatingly .

At this moment, everyone in the hall was listening to him.Malfoy put up the newspaper like a play, ready to continue his act.And Ron at the other end of the team was already so angry that he would have rushed over to beat Malfoy if Harry hadn't pulled him.

"Newspapers are coming." Orlando pulled out his wand and tapped it lightly, and the "Daily Prophet" in Malfoy's hand flew over with a "swish". Malfoy, who was interrupted for no reason, was furious, and looked up to see that the instigator was Orlando , The verbal insults turned into murmurs.

Hermione took the newspaper and spread it out for Ron and Harry to read, and Ron quickly skimmed the front content:
Arnold Weasley, accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was embroiled yesterday in an altercation with several Muggle enforcers ("the police") over a large number of highly offensive litter box.

Mr. Weasley appears to have come to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror.When Mad-Eye Moody could no longer tell the difference between a common handshake and willful murder, he retired from the Ministry of Magic.

Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley rushed to Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had another false alarm and sent a false alarm by mistake.

Mr. Weasley had to alter the memories of several policemen to get away from them.

But when asked by a reporter from the Daily Prophet why he had involved the Ministry in such a senseless and potentially tricky affair, Mr Weasley refused to answer.

"There's another photo, Weasley!" Malfoy seemed unwilling to lose the newspaper, he got another newspaper and raised it high and said loudly, "Remember to turn the newspaper over, there is a photo of your parents on the back. The picture, standing in front of your house—you call it a house? Your mother would look okay if she could lose a little weight, wouldn't she?"

Goyle and Crabbe giggled and echoed Malfoy, and the others around him began to laugh.

Ron was shaking with rage, and everyone in the hall was looking at him.

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

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Then please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the photo a bit distorted?" ?”

"And your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry not to be outdone - he and Hermione grabbed Ron by the back of his robes to keep him from jumping at Malfoy - "look at the look on her face It's like she has shit under her nose! Does she always look like that? Or is it because she's with you?"

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult my mother, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth," said Harry, turning away.

A white flash came straight to this side. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the target of this flash was Orlando.

"Tao method, thunder shield technique." A lightning shield appeared out of thin air to block in front of him, and the white flash hit the shield to emit a dazzling white light, and the crowd screamed a few times.

Orlando was about to teach Malfoy a lesson, when a spell came from behind him, someone preempted it?

Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs, wand in hand, pointing straight 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, and no one but Moody dared move.Moody turned to look at Orlando, as if surprised by his reaction and his lightning magic.

"Very good magic, and the reaction is very sharp. Have you considered becoming an Auror after graduation?" He praised, and asked in a low and hoarse voice.

"Thank you, professor. Maybe you can discuss it with Dumbledore. After all, I am an assistant professor at Hogwarts, and it was his appointment to work on campus after graduation."

"That's a shame." Moody gave him another look, then turned away.

"Don't touch it," Moody yelled.

Crabbe was about to pick up the ferret when he heard the sound and froze in place.Moody's roving eye seemed to have the power to see behind the head.

Moody limped toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, who let out a terrified squawk and bounded toward the basement.

Seeing this scene, Harry and Ron burst out laughing, this scene is really wonderful.

"I don't believe in that," roared Moody, and pointed his wand again at the ferret, which 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 stoat leapt into the air, flailing its legs and tail desperately.

"Never-don't-do-do-" Moody said, uttering a word every time the ferret dropped to the flagstones and jumped up again.

Orlando suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Malfoy. He was turned into a ferret in public and ravaged, which was more uncomfortable than killing him for him who liked to save face and show off.But who made this kid feel guilty, if it was someone else, Orlando might have saved him.

"Professor Moody!" said a startled voice suddenly.

Professor McGonagall came down the marble staircase, a stack of books in his arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody quietly, making the ferret jump higher.

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

"Lesson learned," Moody said.

"Lesson—what, 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 lay huddled on the flagstones, his smooth blond hair falling over his face.

At this time, his pale cheeks were flushed, and it took him a long time to stand up, trembling.

Olado rubbed his chin thinking, this transformation magic can still be used like this, it is not that it seems to be more practical than the thunder magic in battle, it seems that he has to learn it carefully in the future.

"Moody, we never use transfiguration magic as punishment for students." Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Professor Dumbledore must have told you?"

"He probably mentioned it," said Moody, scratching his chin absently, "but I think he needs to give him a hard lesson—"

"We can go into detention, Moody! Or report to the dean of the subject's college."

"I'll do that," Moody said, glaring at Malfoy in disgust.

Malfoy's pale eyes were watering with pain and shame, and he was looking up at Moody viciously at this moment, muttering something, some of the words were clearly heard, "my dad".

"Oh, really?" Moody limped forward a few steps, his wooden prosthetic leg thumping against the ground.

"Yes, I've known your father before, boy...you can tell him that Moody is keeping an eye on his son...you tell him for me... well, the head of your house is Snape ,Yeah?"

"Yes." Malfoy said bitterly.

"An old friend too," growled Moody. "I've been looking forward to a good chat with old pal Snape... Come on, boy..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the dungeon.

Professor McGonagall watched their backs uneasily. After a while, she pointed at the fallen books with her wand, causing them to rise into the air and return to her arms.

"It's all gone." Professor McGonagall looked around, "Orlando, come here."

"Are you looking for my professor?"

"Why didn't you stop Moody just now?" Professor McGonagall looked at him and asked sternly, "I know you have this ability."

"Malfoy sneaked up on me with magic from behind. Of course, he failed. Professor Moody happened to see this scene. I was going to teach him a lesson myself. I didn't expect Professor Moody to take the lead. You won't You expect me to save a person who attacked me?"

"What are these things called? Go eat, I don't care about it."

(End of this chapter)