Chapter 318: The beginning of the new semester

No one knows what entanglement happened on that remote island.
At the same time, Hogwarts' new semester officially began.
Dolores Umbridge is still acting as her Minister of Magic, codifying and planning to issue her authoritarian "education orders" to show her authority.
She was reluctant to be where she is now, what a "broken" principal is here, and she is still acting.
In this position was Pierce Sinknes, a former friend of the former Minister of Magic Fudge. Umbridge happened to be dispatched here from the position of Executive Director of the Ministry of Magic.
This is a middle-aged man with a beak nose and a bearded beard. From a purely visual point of view, it is much better than Umbridge, and not too annoying.
If according to the original, Fudge did not step down at this time, still trying his best to maintain stability, weaving the illusion of lies that Voldemort had not returned, and using the propaganda position of "The Prophet Daily" to accuse a savior of lying, it was his vanity that caused him to seek attention. .
At the end, this man will be controlled by a Death Eater, lose his own mind and thoughts, and become a puppet minister.
Now this result seems to be good to him.
He spoke much better than Umbridge, and much better than the woman's horrible desire to control.
He likes to stand behind the classroom with a smile to listen to the class, but he is not too expressive.
Since then, many people, both students and teachers, have dissipated a lot of hostility towards him.
Mad-Eye Hammodi even invited him to take the stage in the field of black magic defense. As a high-level graduate from Hogwarts, Sincnes still has a certain level, even if he is not a professional Auror, and the mad eye who has not tried his best. Hammoudi still has contacts with each other.
It is worth mentioning that.
Batty Crouch's speculation on his mind and character is indeed in place, even if it is a real person, it is the same, no matter the tone or the style of the class is the same.
Almost confused this group of students, because fake and real are almost the same.
"Weasley, you come up." After ending a practical demonstration, Moody suddenly ordered Ron's name. Tell him to go to the podium.
Ron's body suddenly stiffened, and then hesitated to stand up, still daring not to look at Moody. His magical eyes, which were rolling in his eyes, seemed to show him through .
The great pressure was like a boulder pressing on him, breathless.
He didn't have any burdens, but now as a senior, every move will be magnified, and ugliness will become a bigger laugh.
He tremblingly supported the table and slowly walked to Moody's front.
The students in the class looked at him with some timid looks, and immediately started to laugh, especially the students of Slytherin. They were keen to add Gryffindor to the block. It was a very pleasant thing to see them ugly.
Even if the test has not started yet.
The last fact proved that they did not laugh wrong.
"Although the black wizard does not speak of ceremonial morals, as the first confrontation, we can still bow to each other and count as a duel, Weasley? What do you think?" Moody's blue one, full of The magic acting was still spinning in his eyes.
Ron nodded, trembling and bowed toward Moody.
"Except for your weapon!" Moody's wand quickly lifted. Ron wanted to raise his wand to resist, but found himself nervous and speechless. The more he missed the curse resistance, the more he lost control.
Moody's wrist shook quickly, and the tip of the old wand stick in his hand shone brightly, and then the light seemed to have life, hitting Ron's wrist directly.
The wand tossed high and flew into Moody's hand.
The powerful impact drove Ron back many steps, and finally was leaned against the gray wall. He slid weakly and slumped on the ground.
"One more time." Moody dropped the wand belonging to Ron and asked him to pick it up. Moody's face was expressionless and he couldn't see anger, but it was obvious, which represented dissatisfaction. .
"Okay." Ron stood up with some trembling. He tried his best to restore his dignity, and he didn't want to be the laughing stock of the commander.
When Ron's wand was blown out of his hand for the seventh time, and when it reached Moody's hand, their laughter almost overturned the ceiling.
Moody seemed to deliberately want Ron to be ugly, even letting their laughter go unnoticed.
Ron's complexion now turned red, and then turned into a liver-red crimson.
"It turns out that Gryffindor's new class leader is so capable." Not far away, Pansy chuckled at the desk, and the Slytherin students laughed together again.
The fifth-grade black magic defense class was turned into two schools closed, which further strengthened the confrontation.
Competition between colleges and colleges, Moody's will train students in the classroom.
Especially now that Voldemort is resurrected, it is necessary to strengthen their black magic defense skills. No one can protect them for a lifetime. More often, they may have to face danger themselves.
"In fact, as a negative example of being attacked, I don’t have any reason to teach you again, but just to see what you are like now, I’m still more than enough to teach you, that fake doesn’t necessarily teach you what you’re trying to do. Things." Moody said slowly at this time.
Of course, in fact, Batty Crouch Jr. is still very responsible in teaching. After all, he has to "hide" Dumbledore, and the drama has to be completed.
"Also, Weasley, assuming that Hogwarts will also participate in the war against the mysterious man, as the commander, are you going to stand behind the younger students and let others protect you, or be brave? Stood before them?" Mad-Eye Moody questioned him at this time~EbookFREE.me~ Ron was speechless.
Before Moody’s get out of class, he told Ron to go to his office and say that as a senior, he shouldn’t be at this level, so he should train him.
So at lunch, only Harry and Hermione went to eat together.
Moody said, when will he be able to make him barely satisfied before he can let Ron return.
Hermione felt that this was an opportunity. She was about to fulfill her commitment. This was the task that Dumbledore had given her at the end of the last semester.
To let as few people know as possible, even Ron had better hide it.
Not distrusting him, just not necessary.
The secret that Harry's thoughts are connected to Voldemort is not something worth preaching.
In Gryffindor's lounge, just as Harry was about to follow the spiral staircase and go back to the men's bed to take a nap, Hermione stopped him.