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Chapter 241 New Professor (2)

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," Moody said calmly, making the ferret jump higher.

"What are you - what are you doing?" asked Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the ferret as it leaped in mid-air.

"Lessons learned," said Moody.

"Lessons - what, Moody, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in her arms fell to the ground.

"That's right," said Moody.

"Good heavens!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurrying down the stairs and drawing her wand. A moment later, with a loud snap, Draco was back to life.

He lay huddled up on the stone floor, his smooth blond hair scattered over his face, which was now blazingly red. After a while, he stood up, trembling.

He seemed to notice Lamia beside him, who looked very flustered at the moment. She hurriedly covered up her outfit which was very different from her usual one, and kept fiddling with her hair, as if this would allow her to return to her previous meticulousness.

"Moody, we never use Transfiguration as punishment!" said Professor McGonagall weakly. "Surely Professor Dumbledore told you that?"

"He probably mentioned it," said Moody, scratching his chin absentmindedly, "but I think it's going to take a good scare—"

"We can give him detention, Moody! Or report him to the dean of his college."

"I'll do that," Moody said, glaring at Draco with disgust.

Malfoy's pale eyes were still watering with pain and shame as he looked up at Moody with venom and muttered something, some of which Lamia knew without even hearing it: "My dad."

"Oh, really?" Moody limped forward a few steps, the thump of his wooden leg echoing in the hallway. "Yes, I knew your father before, son... Tell him that Moody is keeping a close eye on his son... Tell him that for me... Now, Snape is the head of your house, isn't he?"

"Yes," Draco said bitterly.

"An old friend too," growled Moody. "I've been looking forward to a good chat with old mate Snape... Come on, boy..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him towards the dungeon.

Professor McGonagall looked at their backs anxiously for a while before she pointed her wand at the books that had fallen to the ground, causing them to rise into the air and return to her arms.

"Alright, everyone, go back. Class is about to start. Don't gather here!"

"Don't talk to me," Ron whispered to Harry a few minutes later, as they sat at the Gryffindor table, everyone around them excitedly discussing what had just happened.

Next door was the Slytherin, who was silent but had malicious eyes. Lamia was sitting alone on the side, flipping through the textbook in her hand nonchalantly. When she heard this, she looked towards Ron and the others.

"Why?" Hermione asked in surprise. She hadn't seen what had just happened and didn't understand why the talkative Ron would say such a thing.

"Because I want it burned into my memory forever," said Ron - his eyes closed, an expression of sheer delight on his face. "Draco Malfoy, that extraordinary leaping ferret..."

Harry burst into laughter, while Hermione was confused. Finally, after a few words from Harry, she understood and started laughing too.

"He might have actually hurt Malfoy, though," she said. "It's a good thing Professor McGonagall stopped it just in time—"

"Hermione!" Ron snapped his eyes open and raged. "You're ruining the best time of my life!"

Hermione grunted annoyedly but said nothing more.

"You're not going to the library again tonight?" Harry asked, looking at her.

"Of course I'm going," Hermione said, picking up her schedule. "I have to go. Look at me, there's so much work left to do."

"But you told us, Professor Victor—"

"It's not schoolwork," she said, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

The next second, no one was in Hermione's place, and finally appeared next to Lamia.

Hermione's position was replaced by another Gryffindor student, who was very familiar with Harry and Ron, and the three of them kept repeating the scene.

"Moody!" he said. "He's pretty cool, isn't he?"

"More than cool!" said Ron.

"It's so cool!"

"I can't wait to take his class now."

The three of them couldn't hide their excitement, and Ron even smoothed out the wrinkled book that he hadn't used.

"I heard from Fred that they never had a class like this," said Ron.

"Why?" said Harry.

"You'll know soon." Ron stopped answering and stared at the classroom door without blinking.

Lamia looked away. Ron's words clearly showed that he didn't know the truth. And based on Lamia's understanding of Fred, he would never tell Ron the truth.

At this time, Ron had already started looking through his "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense". He was waiting eagerly and the atmosphere was extremely quiet.

Soon, Lamia heard Moody's distinctive thumping footsteps coming down the corridor. He entered the classroom, looking as strange and scary as usual, with his clawed wooden foot just visible from under his robes.

"Put these away," he said gruffly, trudging to the podium on crutches and sitting down. "You won't need these textbooks."

The classmates put the books into their bags. Ron seemed very excited, but Lamia was a little unhappy. This book was newly bought for her by Mrs. Weasley, so how could she not use it? So, she opened the book and put it on the table.

The same thing as Lamia is Hermione.

Moody ignored him. He took out the roster, shook his head to move his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to call the roll.

His normal eye moved down the list, while his magical eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered.

"Well," he said when the last student had finished answering, "I've got a letter from Professor Lupin about the course. It seems you've got quite a few basics for dealing with Dark Creatures—you've learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Caps, Hinckley Punks, Grindylows, Cabba, and Werewolves, right?"

The students murmured their approval.

"But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells—very little," said Moody. "So I'm going to give you a taste of the magic that wizards use among themselves. I'm going to give you a year to teach you how to deal with the Dark Arts—"

"What, what did you say?" Ron blurted out.

Moody's magical eye turned and stared at Ron, who looked terrified, but then Moody smiled - the first time Harry had ever seen him smile.

When he smiled, his scarred face looked even more distorted and weird, but it was always comforting to know that he could still give a friendly smile, and Ron seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.