Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

The next morning, the storm that lasted all day finally stopped.

Kyle and Connor came to the auditorium and studied their new class schedule for this year while having breakfast.

"Look, we don't have potions classes these days!" Mikel suddenly shouted excitedly as if he had discovered a new world.

"Neither do we." Cedric spread out his class schedule, "Let me look for it... Oh, the first potions class is scheduled for next Wednesday."

"So are we!" Hannah next to her also said: "The first potions class will not be until next Friday."

"All of you?" Cedric stood up in confusion and walked along the long table to the end. He found that no matter which grade he was in, there was no Potions class this week.

He was even the first to attend Potions class.

But today is only Tuesday, which is eight days including the weekend. There is not even a Potions class?

It's okay for one grade to be like this, but for seven grades to be like this, it's a bit abnormal.

"Connor, do you know what?" Cedric asked in a low voice, "Professor Snape didn't come to school?"

"He has other things to do and may not be able to come for a few days."

Connor said: "Not long after the vacation started, Professor Dumbledore came to see him once. Since then, he rarely left the house, and he wouldn't let me in... so I don't know what happened specifically. clear."

After saying that, Kangna subconsciously glanced at Kyle who was drinking pumpkin juice.

She felt that Kyle probably knew why Dumbledore went to see Snape that day. After all, he obviously knew the house elf during the Quidditch World Cup and seemed to be quite familiar with him.

But seeing that Kyle just ate without saying a word, she didn't mention it.

As for the others, they were equally uninterested. The only thing they cared about was that they didn't need to attend potions lessons for a week.

This good news is enough.

Mikel happily took a swig of pumpkin juice as if it were a celebratory glass of champagne.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings overhead, and a hundred owls flew in from the open window, bringing everyone the morning mail.

A brown owl dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the table.

Kyle poured some cornflakes into it, then opened the newspaper and read it.

The front page was still about what happened at the Quidditch World Cup... Yaxley, a former staff member of the Ministry of Magic, was imprisoned in Azkaban because he was found to have used Unforgivable.

The entire trial process is attached below. Judging from the photos, Yaxley was very excited and kept roaring. His originally neatly styled hair was as messy as an old broom in the school broom room. Same.

It didn't work, the second picture showed him being dragged away by the Aurors.

"Ha, I knew they couldn't escape." Cedric said from the side: "I heard from Bill before that someone cast two Cruciatus Curses on Mr. Weasley in a row. It should be him."

"It must be right." Kyle put away the newspaper and looked up in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Malfoy was also reading the Daily Prophet. It could be seen that he was not in a good mood and his face was paler than usual. The same was true for Crabbe and Goyle.

They had never taken their eyes off the food while eating, but today they kept staring at the newspaper and the food in front of them did not move at all.

After breakfast, several people walked out of the auditorium together, preparing to attend the first class.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts..." Kangna said, "I don't know what Professor Moody is like."

"It shouldn't be too bad." Cedric, who was following him, said, "Professor Moody is a legendary Auror. It is said that he captured half of the people in Azkaban. Such a person must have real abilities."

"I hope..." Mikel said.

After going through Lockhart, he now has no hope for the so-called reputation. Whether he has the ability or not depends on how well he teaches.

Cedric was separated from them on the third floor, and his first lesson was Transfiguration.

Kyle and the others went to the other side.

Although there is no class yet, there are already many people in the classroom. It seems that everyone is very interested in Professor Moody's class.

Kyle found an empty seat in the back of the classroom and sat down, took out his respective copies of "Dark Magic: Self-Defense Guide" and waited.

Soon, they heard Professor Moody's distinctive thumping footsteps coming from outside the corridor.

The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

Before the bell rang, Professor Moody walked into the classroom, his blue magic eyes turning rapidly, looking as weird and scary as at yesterday's banquet.

"Put all the books away." He said gruffly, "I looked through them last night and there is nothing useful in them. It's fine for third graders and below, but you don't need it."

Everyone quickly put the books away, their eyes showing a little excitement.

Previous experience tells them that as long as the professor collects books in the first class, his course will definitely be good.

For example, Oren in the first grade, and Lupine last year...

Moody walked to the front, took out the roster and began to call the roll. His normal eye moved down the roster, and his magic eye kept turning around, staring at every student who answered.

"Okay." When the last student finished answering, he said: "Before coming here, I received a letter from Professor Lu Ping introducing the situation of this course.

First of all, let me say that I don't mean to belittle him, but I don't understand why Lupine would waste a whole school year teaching you how to deal with those dark magic animals... In my opinion, this should be a second-year course.

After all, those dark wizards are not stupid enough to carry a few animals around, they have wands! "

Kyle twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that he was offended.

Why is it stupid to bring magical animals, and I didn't eat your beef leg... How dare you say this in front of Newt.

Kyle cursed in his mind.

Moody on the stage didn't know what he was thinking, and continued: "But now that I'm here, I have the responsibility to let you understand the practices among wizards...how to deal with spells."

Everyone immediately sat up straight and looked impatient. To be honest, they were a little tired of learning about dark magical animals all the time.

"Then let's start now." He laughed hoarsely, "Spells come in many forms and have different magic powers, including legal spells and illegal black spells, which we often call black magic... …So now can anyone tell me that you all know about those dark arts.”

A Gryffindor student raised his hand, "I know one, the Cruciatus Curse."

"Yes, the Unforgivable Curse is one of the most evil dark curses. If someone is found to have used this curse on other wizards, he will have to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban."

Moody grinned and showed a ferocious smile, "I think you must have read about this curse from today's newspaper."

The man nodded.

"This is the best example." Moody sneered: "That stupid guy actually said that he was under the Imperius Curse. This kind of clumsy lie, I don't even need to be there to know that it is false.

Oh, by the way, the Imperius Curse is also one of the Unforgivable Curses... Miss Marianne, I think you must have a thorough understanding of this part of the knowledge. Can you please tell me the name of the last Unforgivable Curse? ? "