Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After reading this, the students all looked at Dumbledore in front of the stage with admiration. This is their Hogwarts patron saint, a backbone-like existence. Just one person can suppress the vicious group of Azkaban. Dark wizard, so that they cannot escape. August 1 Chinese W≠W≈W≥． ≠8=1≤Z≥W≥. =C≤O≥M

Dumbledore accepted these adoring gazes calmly, after all, he was used to it, and then he said to the students earnestly: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, I hope you can remember this, I look forward to waiting After you graduate, I can see your good news from the Daily Prophet from time to time."

The students nodded excitedly.

"Then, now we should talk about something else." Dumbledore waved his arms as if to stretch.

"The Dementors have been canceled at Hogwarts, which is a good thing for me, I don't like to deal with those creatures, but for you, there is a lot less guard force to protect you, Black is still in In a state of flight, he sneaks into the school from time to time. The fat woman's portrait proves that this place is not completely safe. If it wasn't for the luck last time, I think the tragedy may have happened."

"We're not afraid!" said a Gryffindor student hastily, eager to prove his mettle.

"Yes, we are not afraid." The rest of the students also responded.

"No, no, I'm not trying to make you face the fugitive. A person should have a full understanding of his current situation, not be arrogant, but not arrogant." Dumbledore pondered.

"Sirius Black, he was also my student. He is very talented. Except for some mischief, he is almost impeccable." Dumbledore said in a nostalgic tone, and glanced diagonally across. Lupin.

"I thought he would be a good Auror or some other respectable profession, but unfortunately, no, and most of you probably know what happened back then."

"What I need to say here is that he was an adult wizard first, a very talented adult wizard, and most of the people here will not be his opponents when facing him. Maybe in time, but not now. , and he may have learned more esoteric and evil black magic, it is impossible for me to let an underage child face this danger, not to mention that you are all my students, this is my responsibility."

"So, the Dementors are gone, we need some other help." Dumbledore coughed lightly, drawing the students' attention.

"Come in, my old friend,

Try not to scare my students, most of them are just kids. ' Dumbledore's eyes looked in the direction of the door, and he shouted out in a spirited manner.

With a "bang", the door was suddenly slammed open, and a cold wind poured in, causing many students to tighten their robes.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger.

So they just felt cold on their bodies just now, but now even their hearts are starting to get cold.

The lights in the auditorium illuminated the man's face very clearly, as if it had been carved from a piece of rotten wood, and the sculptor had only a vague idea of ​​what a human face should look like, and he was not very good at using a carving knife. Every inch of the skin on that face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a wide, askew, and the place where the nose should have been bulged was missing. And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black, and sparkling; the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—later, the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head, All you can see is a big white eyeball.

The stranger's footsteps were fast, and he randomly chose a gap between the two tables and walked over, causing the students on both sides to move their stools back a few steps.

From the looks of it, he really doesn't look like a good person, and a few students even start to tremble as soon as they see him.

"It should be a real guy now." Malfoy was a little surprised when he saw the person in front of him.

His identity is almost ready to be revealed - Mad-Eye Moody, the blue eye that swirls all the time is his best proof of identity.

"How did he get that big eyeball? It's very interesting." Compared with the other students who avoided it, Pansy had a strong interest in the man in front of her, and she stared at it with light. Moody's eyes asked Malfoy with interest. Maybe she thought it was cool to be able to roll her eyes so flexibly.

"I don't know either, but the only thing that's certain is that if you want to have such an eye, you have to dig out your normal eye first." Malfoy said helplessly, sometimes it was really difficult for him Understand Pansy's brain circuits.

"That's fine. I thought it was just a prop. Handsome is handsome, but not pretty." Pansy shook his head in disappointment.

Moody walked up to Dumbledore. He held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook his hand and whispered something the students couldn't hear. He seemed to be asking the stranger something, and the stranger shook his head without a smile and replied in a low voice. Dumbledore nodded and motioned for the man to take an empty seat to his right.

He sat down, shook his head, and shook the gray-white long face away from his face. His normal eye looked straight ahead, as if he was dazed, while the magic eye was spinning around in the eye socket, looking at it. everything around.

How the students at the table wish they were still eating now, then the man in front of him might take his disgusting eyeball to look at the food.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Moody, who will be in charge of school security in the coming days." Dumbledore said with a smile, then waved his hand and said, "If any of you want to be a good Auror, then he You are your best example."

"I remember who he is, Mad-Eye Moody!" At the table of Gryffindor, Ron tapped the table suddenly, attracting everyone's attention, and Hermione, who was far away from Ron, also stood up. Knowing her own ears, she is good at knowledge about those textbooks, but is not so familiar with some characters in the wizarding world.

In contrast, Ron, who was born into a wizarding family, always had some advantages.

"Is that Moody?" Seamus said from the side, the fear on his face gradually subsided, and gradually turned into admiration.

"His eye is the evidence." Ron enjoyed the feeling of being focused by everyone's eyes, and then said suspiciously: "My dad told me that he has retired, and there are still some crazy things, how could it appear? it's here?"

"We don't know who he is yet." A girl next to him asked. Girls rarely pay attention to this aspect, so men are full of yearning for those heroic deeds that destroy evil. This is also by nature.

"He's a well-known Auror...." Ron began to show off the stories he had heard about Moody, only to be interrupted by Dumbledore.

"Some of you must have heard of his deeds, but these small talk will be exchanged for your dormitory night, and we have more important things to announce now."

"Mr. Moody has actually retired." Dumbledore slowed down his tone. "He could have spent his old age in peace, but he was invited out by a bad old man like me. Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Moody." Dumbledore said in a respectful tone, and bowed in the direction of Moody's.

"I think it would be my shame if the way I died was to die in a hospital bed in my old age, and I have to thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore." Moody immediately got up and gave a salute.

"I feel very strange." Dumbledore's mouth suddenly drew a slight arc.

"Me too," Moody agreed.

Then the two laughed at the same time, "When do we need to be so polite?" Moody grinned and laughed out loud, which formed a great contrast with his hideous face, but made the surrounding students feel that This man is not so scary anymore.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, my old friend," Dumbledore thanked again.

"This eye of mine is longing for more evil." Moody coughed heavily, "Of course, I trust your students, so I say..." Moody's normal eye and magic He looked at the group of students at the same time. "You don't need to be afraid of me, I will only take action against evil."

The students all began to whisper again.

"Banban? Scabbers?" Ron whispered under the table, he felt Scabbers start to tremble frantically again, as if he was greatly frightened.

Can the magic eye see through an Animagus? This is a question worth pondering, and more likely a fatal one for Peter Pettigrew.

"Moody, come up and talk about your plan." Dumbledore gestured to him.

Moody walked quickly to the students and looked at them condescendingly on the stage.

"The Dementor is gone, but the security of Hogwarts cannot be stopped because of this, so at the request of the Minister of Magic and Mr. Dumbledore, I came to Hogwarts with some Aurors that were urgently recalled. It is also my alma mater, and I hope those vicious and brutal criminals will never have a chance to step in here." Moody said with a serious face, his hoarse voice seemed to be scratching the blackboard with his fingertips, which was painfully sharp. .

There are too many injuries on his body, and there is even a scar on the left and right of his throat, which is the main reason why his voice is so unpleasant.

"So, I hope to get everyone's cooperation, because I don't want to see your corpses in some places, that's too cruel, isn't it?" Moody's magic eye began to scan the students again, "corpses" The somewhat distant word made them shudder.

"Maybe death is the best ending. Many cruel curses can make your life worse than death. One curse can make you kneel down and beg for mercy. Don't expect a murderer to play a duel club with you. Stupid, that's not a learning experience, and I will bow to you very politely." Moody's conversation changed and he began to ramble again.

"For example." His two eyes widened at the same time, and he quickly pulled out the wand pinned behind him and raised his hand.

"Passed out!"

A dazzling light shot out from the tip of his somewhat old wand and shot at one of the students, causing the surrounding students to scream.

"Armor!" An invisible barrier was erected from Malfoy's body, as if absorbed by a sponge. The spell's intensity decreased sharply, and the light began to weaken until it completely disappeared above the dining table.

"Clap clap clap." Just when most of the students hadn't recovered, Moody clapped their hands and focused their attention "I was looking for a negative teaching material, but I didn't think I could find it. As expected, you are very good, I thought Dumbledore was just complimenting you politely, but I didn't expect it to be worthy of the name." Moody said to Malfoy with admiration.

"You're wrong, Mr. Moody," Malfoy answered, standing up, then sat down again.

"Besides this student, ask yourself, who else of you have the confidence to take on this spell just now?" Moody shouted to a group of students.

Another moment of silence.

"Look, I've left my hand just now, the real dark wizard will be faster and more ruthless than me." Moody's words became more sharp, and some students couldn't help but lowered their heads and dared not look at him, "By the way, Dumbledore , is there still that tradition now, how about adding ten points to this Slytherin classmate?"

"Of course, Slytherin added ten points for Draco's wonderful performance." Dumbledore said with a smile, and then reminded Moody: "You can also relax a little, don't be too nervous, mine Students are not as strong as you think, and they need time."

"Now make a fool of yourself, and you won't lose your life in battle." Moody gave Dumbledore such a reply, and then began to "bomb" the students.

"Black has been tortured by Dementors in Azkaban for so many years, and now he has relied on a heart of revenge to support him until now. I can't imagine how twisted his heart is. This is the power of certain spells. There will be a lot of bonuses." Moody paused, then glanced at Neville at the Gryffindor table, and said with some emotion: "You must have a deep understanding."

Neville's small round face showed a determined and heavy expression, and nodded deeply.

Both his parents were tortured to the point of insanity and are still being treated at St Mungo's Hospital.

"I'm very relieved that your grandma taught you well and is worthy of your parents' efforts." Moody nodded in appreciation. (To be continued.)