A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

  Chapter 353 Moody

  The freshmen excitedly lined up to the top of the auditorium, waiting for the sorting, but Felix only felt a little hungry.

  Sniff Wallen is the same.

"Wait, we can make a bet and guess if there is raisin pudding on the table for a while. By the way, do you eat grapes?" Felix asked in a low voice, sitting on his lap, stretching his neck and staring. The empty table is a bit disappointed.

  Especially when it applied with eyes to ask if it could collect a set of Hogwarts tableware, Felix relentlessly rejected it.

Snape looked at them with a weird expression on the side, but Sniff was only interested in shiny, delicate things. He looked at the sudden appearance of Dumbledore’s long silver beard for a while, and turned his head to look at sitting tall. The eyes of Flitwick on the soft cushion were completely insufficient.

  "……

   buckle me on my head,

  I’ve never seen it,

  I want to take a look at your mind,

  Determine which college you belong to! "

  Along with the rumbling applause, the Sorting Hat ended the annual singing, and the Sorting officially began. The only strange thing about Felix is ​​that the last sentence of this song is not "they share a dream and a wish"-it is true that he has listened to it too many times in the principal's office before, making him subconsciously think that the Sorting Hat intends to do this. Finishing touches.

   "Stuart Ackley!" Professor McGonagall stood aside, unfolded a long piece of parchment, and read his name.

  A boy stepped forward and could see that he was shaking from head to toe. He picked up the sorting hat and put it on his head, sitting on the stool, rolling his eyes a little nervously.

   "Ravenclaw!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

  Stewart Ackley took off his hat and hurriedly ran to the seat at the Ravenclaw table. Everyone at the table applauded and welcomed him.

   "Malcolm Bardock!" "Slytherin!"

   "Eleanor Brandstone!" "Hufflepuff!"

   "Owen Caldwell!" "Hufflepuff!"

   "Dennis Crevey!" "Gryffindor!"

  The little Kriviy was wearing a mole coat, obviously Hagrid’s, and for the first-year freshmen, it was a hard fur tent. When he was assigned to Gryffindor College, he didn't even think about it, and ran to the position of Gryffindor College.

  While running, she yelled excitedly, sharing her experience: "Colin! I fell into the lake! In the lake!"

   "The Sorting Hat! Leave the Sorting Hat!"

Professor McGonagall yelled after him twice, but he didn't react. As a last resort, she tapped her magic wand to make the sorting cap on the freshman's head float back by itself, while Felix hooked his finger to make the mole The coat flew in front of Hagrid who was just about to get up.

   "Thank you, Felix." Hagrid said roughly, and he reached out and shook his coat, raining all over the floor.

On the other side, Gryffindor College made a kind of laughter. The freshman scratched his head and sat a little shyly next to a student who looked a lot like him. After resting for a while, he began to excitedly describe himself falling into the water. "I fell into the lake, took a few sips of water, and thought to myself, this is over! As a result, something suddenly pushed me back to the boat!"

   "It's cool!" said Colin Crevy, who is two years older than him. He is as excited as his brother, "Probably it's a giant squid, Dennis!"

Colin pointed to Harry who was a few seats away and said, "Did you see that boy over there? The one with black hair and glasses? He is Harry Potter. He and his friends are all in this album!"

  His younger brother Dennis looked at Harry curiously. If it weren’t for his brother’s indirect gaze with the Basilisk in the first grade, he would have lived in the courtyard for half a year, and the family’s photo album would have long been lost.

  But thanks to his brother's photo album, he recognized Harry at a glance. And his brother continued to say: "I just asked him to pray for you, I hope you can be assigned to Gryffindor, guess what? It really works."

   "Let me tell you about the patron saint he released in the hall. He is terribly handsome..."

  Emotions between people are not connected. Harry's face was a little hot, and Ron asked him teasingly, "Did you just pray?"

   Harry hesitated, and hurriedly changed the subject and said, "That empty seat should be the new professor?" He pointed to the faculty seat.

   "Who else?" Ron muttered, "But he is late, and the dinner is about to begin."

  In fact, until the end of the dinner, Harry had his belly bloated and had to abandon half of the smoked potato on the plate. There was no one seated on the teacher's bench.

  Felix used a transformation technique to conjure a set of small tables and chairs, sniffing Wallen sitting on it, eating a sliced ​​raisin pudding, and a white napkin tied to its chest.

  The smell after eating early was a bit boring. It sniffed various scents in the air, and soon found an acquaintance.

  It pulled La Felix's trousers and pointed in a direction. Felix had a dark face-the little guy was too short, but he roughly saw the direction and guessed what it meant.

   "Go, you are not allowed to steal anyone's things, and cutlery is not good, remember?"

  Sniff nodded vigorously.

  It walked under the dining table, surpassed the random kicking legs, quickly found the target, and climbed up her trouser legs.

   "Ouch!" Hermione yelled, looked down, and met a pair of small black eyes.

   "Warren?" She yelled in a low voice, and Ron, Harry, and the surrounding students looked over.

  "A black duck?" Dean Thomas, who grew up in a Muggle family, asked curiously.

   "I guess, it was a sniffer." Neville said softly.

  "Sniff—what?"

   "Sniff, her name is Warren, she is raised by Professor Haipu." Hermione introduced.

   "She?" Dean was taken aback.

   "Yes!" Hermione hugged and sniffed happily. "She's a little lady, isn't she, huh?"

  Ron stared at Warren and said, "I always wanted to have one. They are famous for finding babies. When they were young, Fred and George had this item on their New Year's wish list."

  Fred looked over from Angelina’s position and said, "Don’t slander us, our wishes have changed a long time ago."

   "Yes," said George, who was sitting on the other side of him, "Especially when we inquired that Sniff is better at turning money from the pockets of people around us, we changed our minds."

  "Watch your pockets, and the forks—" Fred warned at last.

   "And the goblet." George added.

  Ron covered his pocket sadly. "They make sense, Harry, it's staring at your coin!"

Sniff sitting in Hermione's arms was looking at Harry intently. Harry was holding a Muggle coin in his hand. It was golden and still glowing. It was modified by Felix last school year and cast a spell on it. , You can monitor the number of apparitions.

  According to the agreement, Harry can only use Phantom Shift outside the room of responsiveness until its golden light fills up.

  When he left school in the last school year, he was still a little short, but he ran around with Sirius during the summer vacation and accidentally made up the last point...

At this time, Dumbledore began to speak with a smile. First of all, the old-fashioned items. Filch’s list of prohibited items is updated every year. There are currently 437 items. He also reiterated that students are not allowed to enter privately. Forbidden forest.

  They were already familiar with these words. The people around Harry didn’t listen very carefully. They were obviously more interested in sniffing——

   "Harry, you'd better put the coins away, although Professor Haipu once taught it, but-my goodness!"

  Hermione stopped in surprise, sniffed Warren painfully and took out a gold gallon from his pocket, put it on the table, and pointed to Harry's coin.

   "What is it doing?" Ron asked puzzled.

   "I think," Hermione took a deep breath and said incredulously, "Harry, it wants to trade with you—"

  The three of them looked at each other, it was a strange sniff, Ron chuckled and laughed, "Professor Haipu’s education is really...haha...it’s really effective, even the nature of sniffer has been broken."

  But soon, he couldn't laugh, because he couldn't get a response for a long time, and Warren thought Harry was unwilling, so he took out a Jin Jialong from his small pocket and stacked it with the first one.

Harry stared at it dumbfounded. On the long dining table, the third and fourth Jin Jialong were quickly stacked. The slower the sniffing action became as he got to the back, the little pink hands were trembling, even Dean could see how reluctant it was.

But how distressed when he paid out, how arrogant he was after letting go, sniffed and stretched out a finger, pointed at the piled up Jin Jialong, and pointed at the shiny coin in Harry’s hand. The little rich woman who came out was stunned to see her surroundings.

  Ron urged: "Don't give up, Harry. See how many Gallons it can take out, Merlin's beard... It's much richer than me!"

  At this time, Dumbledore finally talked about something closely related to the students, "...I also regret to tell everyone that the College Cup Quidditch will not be held this year."

   "What?" Harry looked up, breathless in surprise. Not only him, but most of the students were stunned by the news.

   "Boom!"

  A flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, and thunder exploded outside the castle, causing the glass windows to rattle, and the door of the auditorium slammed open.

  A man walked in, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black travel cloak. With the help of the light in the auditorium, the students of the four colleges saw his appearance clearly and took a breath.

The man’s face seemed to be carved out of a piece of decaying wood, and the man who did it was a crappy craftsman who was absolutely not good at carving knives. Every inch of his skin was scarred, his nose was missing a piece of meat, and one leg was carved from wood. The artificial leg made a bang when he walked along, and when he passed the dining table, the little wizard on both sides hurriedly shrank to the other side.

  Harry stared at Moody’s face, then looked at the half of the smoked potato on the plate, suddenly feeling nauseous.

After getting closer, the students found that the most terrifying thing about this stranger was his eyes. One was intact, but the other, Sniff, was paralyzed in Hermione’s arms, with two small hands covering his face, afraid to look. But it still didn't forget to reach out and stuff Jin Jialong on the table back into his pocket.

  Hermione was funny and angry, but when her eyes fell on the stranger's eyes, she couldn't laugh at all. It was a big and round fake eye, turning up and down in the eye socket, sometimes leaving only a white eye, which seemed to be staring behind him.

  He simply shook hands with Dumbledore~www.readwn.com~ and sat in the only empty seat, ignoring the others, and ate the food left on the table. But the fake blue eye still kept turning around, looking at the auditorium and the classmates.

   "Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts class teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

In a terrifying silence, Dumbledore announced the existence of the Tournament. He introduced the origin and development of the original Triwizard Tournament, and later had to stop due to too many deaths, a few centuries later. , The Ministry of Magic was finally ready, and this time, the number of schools participating in the competition increased to five.

  Many students don’t even know Demstrang and Boothbarton, let alone Ifamoni and Vagado outside of Europe. They listened to Dumbledore’s speech as if they were listening to the Arabian Nights.

  And Felix was no stranger to the information. He cleared his throat, sniffed Varen and immediately jumped from Hermione’s arms, deliberately detoured a long way, avoiding Moody with scary eyes.

  Moody held a sausage in his mouth and ate his head, his fake eye followed the trail of sniffing and saw it finally climb on the shoulder of a young professor. He whispered.

   "Little things."

  (End of this chapter)