Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 239
After reading "Gellert Grindelwald and the Saints", Bree felt more and more that Voldemort was like a village gangster. His eyes were limited to a small place like the British Wizards, or even smaller. His target was Hogwarts, the wizarding school, and the people he wanted to kill were a centenarian and an orphan without a father or mother...

No wonder Dumbledore groomed Harry Potter to fight Voldemort.

After all, Dumbledore's opponent back then was a wizarding organization that spanned Europe and the United States. His focus was on the conflict between wizards and Muggles, not on the fight for the master of the wizarding world.

Of course, this is something that purebloods and the Ministry of Magic have always known, but have turned a blind eye and dare not announce. Therefore, Dumbledore's image in the British wizarding world is more that of the principal of Hogwarts, rather than suppressing the international wizarding community. The White Devil... This is the arrogance that has never been cultivated by Grindelwald.

Closing the book, Bree's thoughts became clearer. Even though she still had no solution to the conflict between wizards and Muggles, she was no longer so entangled and felt much more relaxed.

"This is a historical problem."

Bree stretched, picked up the book on Care of Magical Creatures, and left the turret.

This morning was Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class. Because Dumbledore had not yet recruited a new professor, he could only let Hagrid continue to serve as the professor. Of course, whether the recruitment would be considered was still pending.

"Come here, little kids, oh, I'm sorry, you are all big kids." It can be seen that Hagrid is in a good mood today, maybe because he has better teaching materials than caterpillars.

Draco came back with a bad face. He had already gone to inquire and had a fight with Harry and Ron. If Hermione hadn't stopped them, they would have started a fight.

"It stinks like rotten fish and shrimp, and all I can see is a scorpion-like tail. Well, we shouldn't come to this class."

Draco was dissatisfied and threw the textbook on the lawn aside. This time, because there was no follower, no one helped him pick it up immediately.

Bree moved her fingers, and the book floated in front of Draco. Draco pursed his lips and took it. Then he glanced at Goyle and Brak in the distance, and saw that they were following Theodore Nott and Next to Blaise Zabini.

"Why did they play together? That's right." Draco saw Zabini with a look of disgust on his face. He couldn't forget that this guy was the first to make things difficult for Bree in the first grade. He couldn't give this. Draco liked it.

"Theodore must be crazy."

Draco cursed and stopped watching, but Bree didn't care about it anymore, it was just a small role, and it didn't involve him.

"It's a snail, come and see!"

Hagrid yelled loudly and held up a wooden box. A huge scorpion tail stretched out from the box and kept stinging his fingers. Unfortunately, he didn't feel it at all. He even thought it was a snail showing affection to him.

"We're going to be feeding these energetic little guys this semester, and look, what beautiful little feet."

Looking at the scattered crab-like limbs, Bree and Draco had the same expression of disgust.

"Come on, everyone come and get one. You can name them. This is what I left for you specially." Hagrid's voice seemed to be very reluctant and generous.

"Oh, Bree, let's skip class."

Bree nodded at Draco's words.

"I think we can go to the woods over there and read a book for a while." As for the deducted points, let the newly enrolled snakes work hard; Bubre thought so.

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The Care of Magical Creatures class was over. Draco and Bree sat on the thick tree trunk, completely ignoring the wizards of the same level below who were embarrassed by the blast-ended snails.

At this moment, a majestic owl flew over and landed in Draco's hand. Draco picked up the daily newspaper sent by his owl and flipped through it boredly...

Soon, as if he saw something interesting, Draco jumped down suddenly and stopped Ron and Harry who were about to leave.

"Hey, look at this." Draco threw the daily newspaper to Ron.

"Ron, your father was criticized by the Ministry of Magic?" Harry exclaimed, but Ron quickly retorted.

"No, this is Rita Skeeter making it up. My dad works very hard!"

"Pfft." Draco couldn't help laughing when he heard Ron say this.

"Working hard, and breaking into a pure-blood manor trespassing is also hard work. I think you want to reap the benefits of pure blood. With the permission of the Ministry of Magic, you can avoid being entangled by the smelly red hair that looks like a bomb-tailed snail."

Draco would never forget the incident during the first year holiday when Arthur Weasley took the Aurors to rummage through the house in the name of investigating dark magic items.

Who is a pure-blood without some dark magic items? Weasley, who is so poor that he has nothing left, will be "clean". I'm afraid even rats... Oh, sorry, there are rats.

Regardless of Ron's flushed face, Draco pointed to the other side of the newspaper, which was the ugly photo of Peter.

"Hey, does it look familiar? After all, he is hugging a mouse that has been sleeping for more than ten years."

"Malfoy!" Harry looked at Draco angrily, and Ron was so angry that his face was as red as his hair, and he was about to punch Draco, but Draco was not a vegetarian, he hurriedly Taking a step back, he pulled out his wand with a playful smile.

"Whoosh!" A curse passed through Harry's cheek and suddenly hit Draco.

Bree frowned in the tree and saw Moody walking from the side.

"Chi chi chi!" Draco turned into a ferret and was squatting on the ground in confusion.

"Pfft!" Harry covered his mouth to hide his smiling face, while Ron on the side laughed out loud and wanted to step forward to catch Draco who had turned into a ferret.

"Dang!" Moody wielded his cane and hit the ground with the tip of the cane, blocking Ron's hand, and then grabbed Draco's tail when he wanted to escape.

"Chichichichi!" Draco kept struggling, with his feet in the air, and his eyes the size of rice grains were looking straight at the smiling figure on the tree trunk.

Seeing how energetic Draco was, Moody stretched out his fingers and flicked Draco's head vigorously. Then he rubbed it without leaving a trace, threw it into the air, and used his wand to direct it to float up and down, admiring it. Draco's misery.

Moody stared at Draco and warned word by word: "Never again... allow... this... do... like this!"

"Oh, what happened!" Because of the trouble caused by Draco and Harry Ron, the little wizards gathered here, thus attracting Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall walked through the crowd and soon saw Here comes Draco, who has turned into a ferret.

"This is..." Professor McGonagall is a master of transfiguration, so naturally he quickly discovered something was wrong.

"Put it down, Moody!"

"This is a student, how can you use human body transformation on a student!" The huge fright made Professor McGonagall's mind a little buzzing, but Moody's attitude was firm.

"Why didn't he think about it when he pointed the wand at his classmate!" Moody said loudly: "I know his father very well, and he doesn't have a good character either!"

After gently throwing Draco to the ground, Moody stood aside with a groan, as if he had gained some satisfaction, even ignoring the grateful looks cast by Ron and Harry.

"You, I will tell Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, calmed down, and then waved her wand, hoping to change Draco back, but she found that it failed.

Mag was surprised: "You used natural magic?"

Moody nodded and said: "Should we ignore the powerful magic and use low-end power?"

Moody's tone contained praise for natural magic and disparagement of everyone present. According to his observation, there are still only a few young wizards who have learned natural magic, let alone those who can use it like him.

Professor McGonagall lowered her body and touched Draco's fur, her frown relaxed.

"You used a special magic plant to cast a transformation spell to protect the magic of the wizard's transformation. This is a clever attempt, Moody. Even if you don't use natural magic, you can just wait for the power of the magic plant itself to dissipate or rely on natural magic to dissipate it. , and can also be transformed back through wizard transformation."

Professor McGonagall is indeed a master of transfiguration, and she quickly saw the flaw, but she still sighed: "I am surprised by your talent, Moody."

"I have to go to Professor Sprout to get some transformation-related plants so that I can quickly...Who is this from?"

McGonagall had not yet figured out who Moody had changed, but when she saw Harry and Ron, she immediately understood that this was Malfoy, and she was the only one who could do it.

"Wait, Professor." Bree said, jumping down from the tree by the way.

Moody's expression suddenly changed, as did Harry and Ron's, and Draco was already wiping tears.

Brie took out a bag, which he asked Nico to prepare. It contained some magic plant materials, which could help Brie easily complete some special magic.

Bree took out a flower from it and threw it to Draco. As if demonstrating, he sketched the magic power slowly. Soon, under the power of this flower and natural magic power, Draco changed from a ferret back to a ferret. human form.

"Brie, help me beat him up!" Draco ran behind Bree as he came back, staring at Moody fiercely, his eyes filled with tears of humiliation.

Before Bree could speak, Draco yelled at Moody again: "You cripple, one eye and a bad head, you..."

"Bang!" Moody raised his crutch high and hit Draco, but it was blocked by the magic barrier in front of Bree. Draco glared at Moody with high spirits, his eyes full of provocation.

"Boy!" Moody roared: "You should go find your father, a villain hiding in the dark, and ask him to teach you how to hide in the sewer!"

"Whoosh!" A ray of magic flew out from the tip of Bree's wand and hit Moody, who had just reacted. The speed was so fast that Professor McGonagall only saw an afterimage.

"Chichijiji?" Moody fell to the ground with a thud, feeling the familiar sight with a confused look on his face.

(End of this chapter)