Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 28. Princess and knight

Della felt she should do something.

After she came out of the hospital wing, she went directly to the headmaster's office. She tried to recall all the way she walked.

But all the memories were intertwined — some of them she was not sure if it would happen in this year.

Therefore, she was always worried about saying too much. She didn't want to be a "prophet".

She just wanted to be an ordinary person.

That's enough.

Moreover, she was not sure whether her memory was all correct or not. Because at that time, she also saw a lot of fan fictions.

So there were somethings that were a little weird in her impression — after all, there were authentic people in front of her.

At present, she could only confirm that all the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts had problems.

...Although the memory of that post didn't say so. It's not precisely how it put, but she got it in this way.

She repeated in her mind how to say after seeing the headmaster. When the door in front of her opened, she was still in thinking.

"Della, come in." Headmaster Dumbledore didn't smile as usual, but still kind. He sat behind the desk, showing a little tired on his face, "did you just come from the hospital wing? How are they?"

Della burst out, "they are angry. They don't want such a professor, neither do I."

After she finished, she found Dumbledore in depressed, which made her feel guilty.

"Sit down." Dumbledore said, with a sigh: "I hope you will keep calm. We will be very busy this year."

The headmaster looked tired.

Della felt more guilty. Although it had nothing to do with her, she always felt sorry for the exhaustion of those adults, they used to be her parents, relations and friends, doctors and nurses who took care of her.

She always felt it was her duty not to make trouble to everyone. It's not good to bring hard to others because of her.

She always tried to do more, took care of herself and did something she can.

She said quickly, "headmaster, I have something to tell you."

"Go on." Dumbledore braced up and looked at Della.

"I think... I suppose the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts always have problems." Della took a deep breath, "maybe it's just a little bit of my thinking too much, but it seems to me that they all have problems." She said emphatically.

She didn't dare to look at headmaster, because it was totally groundless. She went on quickly, for fear of being interrupted and stopped, but Headmaster Dumbledore didn't stop her, he quietly heard the last word. Although it didn't seem to believe her very much, he at least finished listening.

She began to list.

"From the first grade, I mean Harry's first grade. The first one was Professor Quirrell, who had been possessed by the Dark Lord; the second was Professor Lockhart. I heard from Fred that he was a complete liar. Now he is in St. Mungo and will live there for a lifetime. The third year, Professor Lupin, I would like to say I like him very much." Della repeated this point, so as not to be misunderstood that she meant to speak ill of Professor Lupin. "But he has a deep relationship with Harry. Then there is Professor Moody, who is also very, very attentive to Harry." She said. "I don't know who will be next year, maybe we'll have a new professor, and he'll also have a deep connection with Harry the people around him."

Dumbledore clasped his hands, supported his chin, and looked at the ceiling, the horoscope in which was slowly changing along with the sky.

Della's words brought him a new thinking.

"Thank you very much, Della." Dumbledore stood up, so as to Della, she knew it was time to leave. She didn't know how much use she had said, but it was the most real content that she sorted out after recalling, from her totally unreliable memory, after removing all the unreasonable or inappropriate content.

She hoped it worked.

Della left.

When the door closed, through a small door on the other side, Alastor Moody came out.

Dumbledore ignored him.

Moody: "This girl is very nice and sharp. She is suitable to be an Auror. I know one..."

"Alastor," Dumbledore interrupted, "do you remember what you promised me?" Without waiting for Moody's answer, he said, "calm down, restrain. But I guess you've forgotten."

Moody was silent, but then he said, "Potter needs training..." Before he had finished speaking, Dumbledore interrupted him with a thump on the table.

"Harry has me." Dumbledore said categorically with full of pressure in his eyes, he looked at Moody until he lowered his head and avoided his eye sight.

"I told you that I need you to keep an eye on the people around him and pay attention to the unusual movement." He said, "we agreed, didn't we?" He pressed.

Under such pressure, Moody couldn't help touching his wand in his sleeves, but he controlled himself.

Because the end of his eyes swept to Dumbledore, with his wand in hand. This old dog, old man, old friend...He didn't want to taste the power of his wand.

Even the Dark Lord was afraid of him.

Moody had never doubted the power of Dumbledore, even through he looked over a hundred years old.

"Yes." Moody said, "I'm sorry. I apologize." He added.

Just now, under the attack of Professor McGonagall and Snape, he didn't say a word of apology.

But he knew he couldn't fool Dumbledore.

Dumbledor: "we have a lot to do this year. The Ministry of Magic can't be trusted anymore. You know what happened at the Quidditch World Cup, and the minister insisted on holding the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. I'm sure he was inspired behind his back to make this decision."

Moody poured scorn on Fudge: "that guy..."

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Fudge is a fool, everyone knows. So everyone wants to exploit him, and they always succeed."

"You're my old friend, I trust you very much. Even if everyone doesn't trust you, I still do." Dumbledore said, "I leave you to protect Harry. With your experience, your eyes, help me, in the coming year."

Moody gradually calmed down in his words. Yes, that's what he's here for.

"I did wrong." He said sincerely.

Dumbledore nodded. "I hope you really realize what's important. No more trouble with Slytherin. Don't let me hear any more complaints from students or professors. Can you? Can i trust you again?" He stood up and faced Moody: "If you can't, please tell me now."

Moody replied firmly, "of course I can! I can't leave now! You can't drive me away!"

Dumbledore came out from behind the table and grabbed Moody's hand. "Old friend, don't let me down!"

Moody nodded solemnly.

Before he left, he suddenly remembered the Gryffindor who had just run in.

"That girl, I remember... she's a Bush. She is much acuter than her father." Moody said, "the one she said was very interesting. Do you believe her?"

Dumbledore nodded: "This is one aspect I didn't think about. Since Harry entered school, the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts have always had too much connection with him, whether it's direct or indirect. From this point of view, I really need to be more careful in choosing professors for the next three years."

He looked at Moody.

Moody was a little offended, he said, "do you think I'm going to leak your secret?" Dumbledore nodded his head regrettably, before he left, he exhorted him: "Don't go to her."

Moody hesitated for a moment. "I think she has a sharp instinct, maybe can be a good Auror."

Dumbledore looked at him silently.

Moody shrugged in disappointed. "Ok, I'll follow your word."

Hermione stayed in hospital wing for two days. She was hurt by a magic spell. In order to avoid any accident, even if she was cured, she could only keep examination for a time.

Harry wasn't hurt at all. He said he fainted for a while when he was hit, but wasn't hurt.

The other students were soon cured and discharged. After they recovered, there was more discussion about the accident in the school. The hostility to Professor Moody was getting deeper.

Fred was confident in the Skiving Snackbox.

"With a few more professors like Moody, we'll have plenty to sell." He said to Della.

Della shook her head. "Don't. People like him might be more dangerous if they find someone using that candy."

George sat by, each with a bowl of mummified Doxy in their hands, which they had caught and made themselves. It's said that this was a very important ingredient in their invention.

Della was going to ask where it was put and never touch it.

George said, "I would say, he's a lot much better now."

Professor Moody was really much better this week. Of course, he's still "violent" in class. However, he no longer demonstrated the magic spells to students. Instead, he used the magic puppet used by Auror practice. It would dodge, and every time it was demonstrated on the incantations, it would scream, bleed, vomit and beg for mercy.

It took a lot of nerve to go to his class.

Della couldn't stand it anymore. Every time she went to class, she would stare at the clothes of her classmates in the front row. She avoided her sight to the platform, and she also took earplugs, for keeping the scream from the puppet.

Even if she knew it's a dummy, she couldn't stand it.

However, his "violence" attracted some people.

Besides the students who were attracted by his violence, there were others.

Like Hermione. She was extremely disgusted with Professor Moody. But she was so smart that she learned every spell Moody taught, no matter how evil.

Even if she felt sick, she could cast the spell completely and correctly, and she could write perfect homework.

Another disciple of Professor Moody was unexpected.

It's Neville.

Neville had never been so enthusiastic about learning. While he was kind of... dense, so he spent more energy to study.

Hermione gave him guidance from time to time.

"Everyone has his own story." She commented to Della. It seemed very emotional.

She wanted Harry to learn, too. After all, the future he had to face was much cruel than anyone else.

Harry was convinced and learned the incantations from her.

Della, was learning, too.

The first time she successfully used the Blasting Curse to blow an apple into apple puree, she was shocked, almost fell off her wand.

Fred said, "honey, you don't have to learn this. You have me, I will protect you as a knight protects a princess."

Della: "Knight, the princess can also take the sword and go to battle with knight."

To protect her knight.