Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 27. The new professor

The next day, at the breakfast table, Della finally had time to look at her new schedule — she just chatted last night.

The school would be much lively this year. Last night, Headmaster Dumbledore announced that there would be a Triwizard Tournament in Hogwarts this year.

Hermione was reading with a book about the history of the Triwizard Tournament this morning — when did she go to the library to borrow it?

"Very fierce?" Della stretched out her head and looked at the book on the picture, it was bloody. "Was he bitten off his head by the lizard?" She seemed to see a headless man?

Hermione slammed the book. "A very, very brutal competition! In the past, every time there was a sacrifice! Sometimes even the audience was not spared! It has been closed for many years! I can't understand why the Ministry of Magic is going to hold such a backward, cruel and bloody tournament?"

"In order to strengthen international cooperation and exchanges?" Della recited what Hermione said last night.

Hermione gave her a look.

Della: "I think they'll have better defensive measures now, after all, it's not hundreds of years ago." She took a look at her new schedule. The course selection this year was the same as last year's. She was very satisfied with her achievements last year, so she didn't want to make any changes.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," she said, "Professor Lupin did very good." That's a very talkative professor, and knowledgeable.

Hermione: "It's not Professor Lupin — seriously, what did you hear yesterday when we had the sorting?"

"I didn't hear anything." Said Della not blushing at all, "they changed another one? But I remember Professor Lupin did a good job."

"It's said that there's something wrong with his relation." Katie said and made a face, "the new professor… He's scary!"

Della immediately looked up at the professor's table and asked, "what does he look like? I don't see any stranger."

Katie also looked forward. After a circle, she shook her head and said, "maybe he didn't come for breakfast."

"Is he really scary?" Della asked Hermione. "Maybe a little," Hermione replied.

They wanted to continue the conversation, but Harry came over after breakfast, he stood behind them and called Hermione, "good morning, Della. Hermione, we're going to be late for the first class."

"Oh, yes!" Hermione finished her porridge, picked up her schoolbag and hurried away.

Half the people on the long table were looking at them.

"They're leaving together now," Della said to Katie.

Katie nodded, "yep."

They were watching, too, until Hermione and Harry, as well as Ron, came out of the dining room, they took their sights back.

Their first class was Transfiguration, which was taught by Professor McGonagall of their house.

She had been very serious in class.

From her perspective, she was not like a Gryffindor she knew at all because she was too serious. But she was a pure Gryffindor, passionate, loyal, full of justice.

The thought of that little lie she told last year made her afraid to look up at Professor McGonagall.

She lowered her head to avoid Professor McGonagall's eyes contact.

Professor McGonagall scanned the classroom and said, "the new term begins. This year, Hogwarts is going to hold the Triwizard Tournament, and you have a new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. So, I hope you all can stay in good behaviour, don't embarrass the school, don't make trouble to the professors. Not everyone is nice as well as I do." She said solemnly.

Nice…

All of Gryffindor, including the other half of Slytherin, were distorted on faces.

God knew! Professor McGonagall had always been at the top of the list of tough professors at school! She and Professor Snape had been competing for the position of champion or runner-up.

But Della felt that Professor McGonagall was actually reminding them.

Why?

After class, the grade five students who took the Defense Against the Dark Arts as the first class, told them why.

Fred ran to her, with pale face, he reminded her, "listen, I remember you had a Defense Against the Dark Arts today, right?" Della had just cheeked her schedule at breakfast: "Yes, the next one."

Fred: "Sit in the corner! Don't sit in front! Be careful in class! Don't let the professor notice you!"

Della asked jokingly, "what's the matter? Did the professor set the cracker in the classroom?" "Even worse." Fred's face was angry, mixed with disgusted, as well as a little bit fear. "Be careful." He hugged her tightly, even sent her to the classroom, asked her to sit in the corner near the wall, the most inconspicuous position in the classroom.

"You're going to be late." Della reminded him.

"My next lesson is Herbology." Fred said carelessly, "I don't understand why... headmaster invited such a person to be a professor…"

He ran to the Herbology class in a huff.

The whole class were in discussion, the thing happened in the last Dark Arts spread throughout the class.

Katie sat next to her and whispered, "they say the professor is ferocious."

Della: "Ferocious?" Katie nodded. "Alia was deadly scared and cried." She looked back and said to Della in a low voice, "the professor attacked Flint in Slytherin with a magic spell."

Della: "…Did you say 'attack'?" Katie nodded.

The door of the classroom was suddenly knocked open. All the people in the classroom were frightened and sat down one after another.

With the clattering of stick, a man with a missing leg limped in and stood on the platform.

He had several deep scars on his face and a fake eye.

"Alastor Moody." He said hoarsely, his sharp eyes swept over the students in the classroom.

"I know there are traitors among you."

Della: …Excuse me?

"I know some of you have fallen to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters."

Della and Katie exchanged a confused look. Look around the classroom, everyone showed his confusion like this. They looked at others blankly, almost thought they had missed a whole class.

"I will look at you. Stare at your every move, every word you say behind, your little secret with your lover, your privacy, everything of you. I will know."

Della's eyes widened.

Professor Moody looked at her quickly, but just glanced at her.

"Be careful not to be caught by me. Otherwise, I will definitely send you to Azkaban."

Della was convinced.

He's a psycho.

The psycho Professor Moody, raged the school in just one day.

He said to everyone, he knew his secret. And he did speak out a few secrets of some students, and the people he named in class were too shamed to sit down.

It scared everyone.

Did he really know everything?!

He would openly attack Slytherin in class, and was hostile to them. In just one day, he made four Slytherin into the hospital wing.

"I heard Professor Snape had a big fight with him," Fred said, "but this time, I'm in Professor Snape."

On the Gryffindor's table, for the first time, there were so many students who sympathized with Slytherin. On the opposite dining table of Slytherin, there was a cloud of gloom reigning them. Several girls were crying. The new Slytherin students looked frightened.

Fred shook his head. "Although I thought about killing Marcus Flint more than one time, but…" When he saw Marcus blast off by Professor Moody's magic spell with his own eyes, hit the wall and fell down, he was extremely scared.

Even if he cursed Slytherin a hundred times, that's not mean he did want his classmates die.

The changes brought about by the new professor were more and more serious. Because he started attacking Harry Potter.

Della wasn't there, but what she knew was that besides Harry, Hermione was on the hospital wing.

She hurried to run over, seeing Hermione hanging an arm and sitting on the bed, surrounded by Gryffindor, the hospital wing was full.

Almost half of them covered their wrists, and she saw a bright red swelling on their wrists.

She counted, at least twenty.

The rest of them were all look strange, some of them were black and hairy, some of them had teeth on their chest, so they must be held by hands.

"What's the matter?" She squeezed in front of Hermione. "Where's Harry?" "Harry was taken by Professor McGonagall to see Headmaster Dumbledore," Hermione said. She was calm but angry. "This can't be done!"

Della heard the whole story from Hermione.

Professor Moody had always been only hectoring Slytherin. Although he was not polite to Gryffindor, he was not so hostile.

But in class today, he suddenly asked Harry to come forward and demonstrate the spell.

Harry was not Hermione. He couldn't learn a spell in the first time.

Of course, he failed.

But Professor Moody asked Harry to continue the demonstration, and he also began to attack Harry. If Harry's spell succeed, he would be fine. Otherwise, he would be hit by the spell.

Of course, it's not reasonable.

As soon as Hermione thought of standing up to protest, Professor Moody attacked Harry. Harry, of course, was defeated. Hermione fought back immediately — she learned the spell.

But her movements were not as fast as Professor Moody's, so she was also hit. Her arm was broken and she couldn't stand up because of the pain.

Seeing she was also knocked down, Harry and Ron stood up to attack Professor Moody. Meanwhile, Gryffindor and some Slytherin in the classroom raised their wands to aim at their professor.

The incantations were flying in the classroom.

Half of them were disarmed by Professor Moody, and the other half were hit by unknown spells.

Then the headmaster and Professor McGonagall came together. They first sent all the students who had been injured, and then they took Harry and Professor Moody to the office to investigate the whole thing.

Hermione: "We're going to get the professor out of here."

It's hard to make Hermione speak out this word.

Della nodded. "Of course!" The professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts always had problems!

…However, she couldn't remember what's wrong with him.