[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon - Chapter 43

It’s going to be a lot of fun this semester — not just wondering if it’s my Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is fun enough.

When Dumbledore announced the Triwizard Tournament, the whole Hufflepuff table was staring at me, and I was a little overwhelmed: “What are you looking at me for?”

“Aren’t you the warrior of Hogwarts?”

“You think it’s just a game?”

I smiled and tucked some of my drooping hair behind my ears: “No, it’s not just a game.”

“What else is that?”

I tilted my head and smiled at the worried expressions of Linda and Cedric: “It’s still a war.”

Regardless of how my classmates understood this stuff, Moody, who came a little late, caught everyone’s attention. I sat calmly at the Hufflepuff table, watching Moody calm down without even glancing at us.

To Hogwarts, my existence is a big devil, not a hero. To outsiders, I am just a smart little girl. At my request, Old Deng kept the relationship between me and Harry a secret, but Hogwarts Ci’s people are not stupid, they already know what’s going on. Parents generally know about it, but never really reveal it.

I won’t say it specifically, I’m afraid others will say I’m being selfish.

But as long as everyone at Hogwarts can find out, this is how to deal with this Professor Moody who doesn’t know whether it is true or false…

Take it one step at a time.

In the Triwizard Tournament this time, Lao Deng estimated that he could rest assured that there was no age limit at all. However, everyone understands this sentence. The little wizards in the first, second and third grades did not want to throw their names in, but were discussing who was the hero of Hogwarts.

“Needless to say, Irina.”

Cedric and I took the freshman back to the common room and gave me a hand: “Are you going to vote by name then?”

I saw him, Cedric and I have known each other for five years, he and Linda and I are a trio in another sense, and they have shown that they can be trusted for five years. After thinking about it for a while, I nodded slightly: “It’s not whether I’m ready or not, but I have to vote by name. Call Linda, I have something to tell you.”

“No, I guessed it.”

Cedric forced a smile: “You just need to talk to Linda. I already knew that I am not as good as you, but I would rather you not be so good, Irina.”

“No, Cedric, excellence used to be an option, but I chose this path.”

I spoke softly, leaning against the wall of the common room and smiling: “And I’m not alone, am I?”

“So what is it like this time? What do you say this time is a war?”

“I once heard a joke that it is common sense that there are five of the Four Heavenly Kings, so it is normal that there will be four heroes in the Triwizard Tournament.”

Cedric is a very smart person, and the communication between the two of us often only needs a few words to let each other understand. The expression he looks at me now is so intriguing that I can’t help laughing: “What is your expression?”

“It just occurred to me that Mikhail is at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Maybe we can meet this time?”

“really……”

I snorted. We all knew Mikhail, but I didn’t talk much about his friends. So now the question is, how am I going to tell my Quidditch fanatics that Viktor is in Durmstrang?

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Perhaps because of the Triwizard Tournament, everyone was a little distracted a month before school started. I followed the advice of Dumbledore and Professor Sprout carefully with ten O’s, and did away with astronomy and divination. The eight courses are not easy, but I learned it smoothly.

On Defence Against the Dark Arts, I met Moody’s eyes and watched him cast the Imperius Curse on me.

“Do a dance.”

I’m sorry I can’t hear what you said.

“Quick, quick jump.”

I’m sorry what you said, I can’t hear you.

I looked up and gave Moody a weird smile: “I’m sorry.”

The hornbeam wand felt hot in my hand, and I held my wand tightly and bowed to Moody. “Sorry, I can’t dance.”

Imperius doesn’t work for me, or even getting hit is the same as not getting hit. Moody looked at me intriguingly, nodded and put on Cedric.

I don’t know what to do with Cedric, anyway, he struggled for a while and fell directly to the ground, and then Moody withdrew the spell, showing a somewhat wandering expression.

So the question is, is this Moody’s real or fake?

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For real or fake I just search the Marauder’s map – oh fake.

I don’t know if Lao Deng really doesn’t know or if it’s fake, but it’s more convenient to move. However, one afternoon, I saw the poor classmate Ma was turned into a ferret, in a panic…

He jumped directly into my arms and shivered.

Wait, didn’t you hate my exercises before? Just jumping over like this, you are not afraid that I will train you to be a ferret who can solve the problem?

I met Moody’s eyes, reached out and rubbed the ferret’s head and calmly said, “Professor Moody, good afternoon.”

The classmates who witnessed the whole process were stunned. I looked at Harry with the same stunned look at me and smiled directly: “If there is nothing else, I will take this ferret away.”

“you can not……”

“Can’t you?”

I was there the whole time, and I was still loved by my classmates under this circumstance. It would be too shameful for Master Ma to become a human again in front of everyone’s eyes: “If I can’t, then I’ll take him away.”

Then I turned around and found a corner where no one was around and put the ferret on the ground, which made the poor young master Ma recover again: “How do you feel?”

“This old man dares to treat me like this!”

“He’s not old.”

“How come you’re not getting old! Evans, I think you’re blind too!”

Young Master Ma’s entire face turned red, and I could tell that he was both angry and shy: “What is he called if he is not old at this age!”

“He’s not Professor Moody, and certainly not old.”

Master Ma suddenly got stuck, looking at my calm expression and even more in a state of madness: “So what does Dumbledore want to do!”

“It’s not what he’s going to do, it’s what he’s going to do.”

I sighed. Although the young master has made progress, he is still a little stubborn: “Do you think the Triwizard Tournament is just three schools for fun?”

“…”

“Malfoy…you can call me Irina if you can.”

I sighed and turned my head: “Some things are not easy to judge, you should know.”

“Of course I know.”

This sentence is an angry word, and he ran away even a little faster than me. Holding back my laughter, I walked briskly to Gryffindor, grabbed Fred and said, “Fred, is there anything you can do to skip class?”

“My God, Irina, you are actually skipping class? Whose class makes you so unbearable!”

“Don’t ask nonsense, I’ll ask if there is any.”

“…then give us a week.”

I gave a thumbs up, then went to the principal’s office and told Old Deng about the Marauder’s map, and took the second section of the Defense Against the Dark Arts fake note from Professor Sprout.

Why, Professor Tangtang still doesn’t allow physical pain? For a month, watch me take turns using various excuses to play this fake Moody’s class.

The author has something to say:

How could I forget Master Ma’s ferret【.

And Moody’s is still fake. Old Deng didn’t know that Moody was fake at first.

The next chapter Durmstrang is coming, I have nothing to worry about with the manuscript in hand