Chapter 107: Someone who appeared early

After reading here, the students all looked at Dumbledore in front of the stage with admiration. This is their patron saint of Hogwarts. The mainstay of existence is that only one person can suppress the vicious group of Azkaban. Black wizards, so that they can not escape. Bayi Chinese W≠W≈W≥. ≠8＝1≤Z≥≥W≥. =C≤O≥Μ
Dumbledore accepted the sight of these worships. After all, he was used to it. Afterwards, he focused on the students and said: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, I hope you can remember this, I look forward to waiting After you graduate, I can also see your good news from the Daily Prophet daily."
The students nodded excitedly.
"Then, now we should talk about some other things." Dumbledore's arms waved, as if stretched out.
"The dementors canceled their presence in Hogwarts, which is a good thing for me. I don't like dealing with those creatures, but for you, there is much less guard force to protect you, and Black is still in In the state of escape, and sometimes sneaking into the school, the portrait of the fat woman proves that it is not absolutely safe. If it was not enough luck last time, I think the tragedy may have been born."
"We are not afraid!" a Gryffindor student said hurriedly, eager to prove his courage.
"Yes, we are not afraid." The rest of the students followed him.
"No, no, I don't want you to face the fugitive directly. A person should have a full understanding of his current situation. He is neither pretentious nor self-esteeming," Dumbledore mused.
"Sirius Blake, who was also my student. He has a lot of talent and is almost impeccable except for some hoaxes." Dumbledore said with a memorable tone, while glancing diagonally across Lupin.
"I originally thought he would be an excellent Auror or other respected profession, but unfortunately, no, most of you probably know what happened that year."
"What I need to say here is that he was first an adult wizard, an extremely talented adult wizard. When you all faced him, most of them would not be his opponents. Perhaps it may be possible over time, but it is not now. And, he may have learned more esoteric and evil black magic. It is impossible for me to let a minor child face this kind of danger, not to mention that you are all my students, which is my responsibility."
"So, the dementors are gone, we need some other help." Dumbledore coughed and drew the students' attention.
"My old friend, you come in, try not to scare my students, most of them are only children." Dumbledore's eyes looked toward the gate, and he shouted with full energy.
With a bang, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a cold wind poured in, causing many students to tighten their robes.
A man stood at the door, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger.
So just now they just felt cold on their bodies, and now even the bottom of their hearts began to cool.
The lights of the auditorium illuminate the man's face very vividly, as if carved from a piece of decaying wood, and the sculptor has only a vague concept of how the human face should be, and he is not very good at using the carving knife. Every inch of skin on that face seemed to be scarred, and his mouth was like a big, slanted mouth, but the place where his nose should be raised was gone. The most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.
One of his eyes is small, black and shiny; the other is very big, round like a coin, and a bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye-later, the blue eyeball rolled over and got into the man's head, Everyone can only see a big white eyeball.
The stranger's footsteps were quick, and he randomly chose a gap between the two tables and walked over, so that the students on both sides moved the stool a few steps back.
On the face of it, he really doesn't seem to be a good person. A few students even started shaking when they saw him.
"It should be a real guy now." Malfoy was surprised when he saw the person in front of him.
His identity is almost ready-the mad-eyed Hammoudi, the blue eyes that are constantly spinning are his best proof of identity.
"How did he make up his big eyeball? It feels very interesting." Compared to other students' evasion, Pansy had a strong interest in the man in front of her, and she stared in the light. Moody's eyes asked Malfoy with great interest. Maybe she thought it was cool to be able to turn her eyes so flexibly.
"I don't know, but the only thing that is certain is that if you want to have such an eye, you must first dig your normal eye out." Malfoy said helplessly, sometimes he was really difficult Understand Pansy's brain circuit.
"Then forget it, I thought it was just a prop, handsome but handsome, but not beautiful." Pansy shook his head in disappointment.
Moody walked over to Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand, and that hand was scarred like his face. Dumbledore shook hands with him and whispered something that the students didn't hear clearly. He seemed to be asking about something to the stranger. The stranger shook his head without a smile, and lowered his voice in reply. Dumbledore nodded and motioned for the man to sit in an empty seat on his right.
He sat down, shook his head, and shook off the grayish white long from his face. His normal eyes looked straight ahead, as if he was staying, and the devil's eyes turned around in his eye sockets, looking around. Everything around.
How hopeful the students at the table are that they are still eating now, then the man in front of him may take the eyes of his disgusting man to see the food.
"Allow me to introduce Mr. Moody, who is responsible for school safety in the next days." Dumbledore said with a smile, then waved his hand. "If any of you want to be a good Auror, then he Is your best example."
"I remember who he is, Mad-eyed Hammoudi!" At the Gryffindor table, Ron tapped the table in a sudden realization, attracting everyone's attention, and Hermione, who was far away from Ron, also erected She is good at the knowledge of those textbooks, but she is not so familiar with some characters in the wizarding world.
In contrast, Ron, who was born into a wizarding family, always has some advantages.
"Is that Moody?" Seymo said aloud, the fear on his face gradually fading away, gradually becoming admiration.
"His eyes are evidence." Ron enjoyed the feeling of being focused by everyone's eyes, and then uttered in doubt: "My dad told me that he has retired, and there are some gods who are nagging, how can it appear? it's here?"
"We don't know who he is yet." A girl next to her asked, girls rarely pay attention to this matter, so that men will be full of yearnings for the heroic deeds of evil, which is also natural.
"He is a very famous Auror..." Ron began to play the story about Moody he had heard, but was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"Surely some of you have heard of his deeds, but these chats are left in your bedroom to talk at night and we have more important things to announce now."
"Mr. Moody is actually retired." Dumbledore slowed his tone. "He could have lived his old age, but he was invited out of the mountain by my bad old man. Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Moody." Dumbledore said in a respectful tone and bowed in the direction of Moody.
"I think it would be a shame for me to die if I died in a sickbed in my old age. I have to thank you, Principal Dumbledore." Moody immediately got up and saluted.
"I feel very strange." Dumbledore's mouth suddenly outlined a trace of arc.
"Me too." Moody echoed.
Then the two laughed out loud at the same time, "Did we ever need to be so polite?" Moody grinned and laughed loudly, forming a great contrast with his grim look, but it made students around him feel This man is not so terrible.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, my old friend." Dumbledore thanked again.
"My eye is longing for more evil." Moody coughed heavily. "Of course, I trust your students, so I say." Moody's normal eyes and magic The eyes looked at the students at the same time. "You don't need to be afraid of me, I will only deal with sin."
The students began to whisper again.
"Streaks? Spots?" Ron whispered to the table. He felt the spots start shaking madly again, as if they were greatly shocked.
Can the magic eye see through an Animagus? This is a question worth thinking about, and it is more likely to be a fatal problem for the little dwarf Peter.
"Moody, let's talk about your plan." Dumbledore made a gesture of asking him.
Moody walked quickly to the students, staring at them from the top on the stage.
"The dementors are gone, but Hogwarts' security cannot stop because of this, so at the request of the Minister of Magic and Mr. Dumbledore, I came to Hogwarts with a part of the Aurora that was urgently recalled. It’s also my alma mater. I hope that those evil, brutal criminals will never have a chance to step in here.
Moody said solemnly, his hoarse voice like scratching on the blackboard with his fingertips, so sharp and uncomfortable .
There were too many injuries on his body, and there was even a scar on the left and right of his throat, which was the main reason why his voice was so bad.
"So, I hope to get everyone's cooperation, because I don't want to see your corpse in some places, that's too cruel, isn't it?" Moody's magic eye began to glance at the students again, "corpse" This somewhat distant word made them shudder.
"Perhaps death is the best ending. Many cruel spells can make you worse than life. A spell can make you kneel and beg for mercy. Don't expect a murderer to play with you what a duel club or something. Gadget, that's not a discussion during the study, and I will bow to you very politely." Moody's words turned around and he began to chatter again.
"For example." His two eyes zoomed in at the same time, and he quickly pulled out his wand and raised his hand.
"I fainted!"
The bright light pointed out from some of his old wands and slammed towards one of the students, causing the students around to scream.
"Armor shield!" An invisible barrier erected from Malfoy's front, as if absorbed by a sponge. The spell's intensity diminished sharply, and the light began to diminish until it completely disappeared above the dining table.
"Papapap." Just when most students hadn't recovered, Moody applauded and focused their attention. "I wanted to find a negative textbook. The expectation is that you are very good. I thought Dumbledore only praised you in a polite way. I didn't expect it to be true." Moody said to Malfoy with appreciation.
"You're wrong, Mr. Moody." Malfoy got up and answered, then sat down again.
"Besides this student, ask yourself, who else of you just now has the confidence to take this spell?" Moody called out to a group of students.
There was another silence.
"Look, I have just left my hand. The real dark wizard will be faster and more ruthless than me." Moody's words were sharper, and some students could not help but bow their heads and dared not look at him, "Yes, Dumbledore , Now there is that tradition, how about adding this student to Slytherin?"
"Of course, UU reads www.uukandan.com Slytherin plus ten, for the wonderful performance of Draco." Dumbledore said with a smile, and then reminded Moody: "You can also relax a little, Don't be too nervous, my students are not as strong as you think, they still need time."
"It's ugly now, and you won't lose your life during the fight." Moody dropped such a reply to Dumbledore, and then began his own "bombing" towards the students.
"Black has been tortured by dementors in Azkaban for so many years. Now he relies on a revenge heart to support it now. I can't imagine how the heart is twisted. This is the power of certain spells. There will be a lot of bonuses," Moody paused, then glanced at Neville at the Gryffindor table, and said with some emotion: "You must have a deep understanding."
Neville's small round face showed a firm and heavy expression, and nodded deeply.
His parents were tortured to madness, and he is still being treated at San Mungo Hospital.
"I'm so relieved that your grandma taught you well and is worthy of your parents' contributions." Moody nodded appreciatively. (To be continued.)