The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Now, you are a rooster...you are a rooster..."

"Okay, let's stop here..."

Ron heard a ethereal voice coming from a distant corner, and stopped craning his neck and swinging his arms.

The sounds in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom gradually became clearer. The little wizards were muttering and talking, mixed with a little teasing... Ron slowly remembered what happened in the past few minutes, his breathing became rapid and his face turned red. There was a strong sense of shame in my heart.

I was just learning to crow like a rooster!

Learn to crow in front of the whole class!

Ron's memories kept coming back.

Because there were several roosters kept in the Burrow, Ron often fed them. He once carefully observed the rooster's movements. Those observations came in handy just now. His crowing movements were so lifelike that he was considered a performer among several young wizards who studied animals. Excellent, outstanding.

Damn Professor Moody!

Why the rooster!

Many memories came to mind, and the action scenes of the crows kept replaying. Ron's face felt hot just thinking about it, and he wanted to jump out of the window immediately.

Not daring to look into the eyes of his friends, let alone the expressions of Seamus and Dean, Ron silently walked to the side and squatted down next to Lavender Brown, who had just learned how a squirrel chewed pine cones.

"Ron...Ron..."

Hearing the low-pitched call, Ron looked up.

Lavender Brown blushed and whispered: "The rooster you imitate is very handsome and crows very loudly."

"..."

Ron looked down at his shoes. The toes curled up inside were tightening the soles and scratching.

"Potter!"

Moody's voice boomed, "It's your turn."

Harry, who had been mentally prepared for half the class, exhaled, smiled at Loren and Hermione, who were even more nervous than him, and stepped forward: "I'm ready, Professor."

"Good boy..." Moody said gruffly, shaking his wand and tapping Harry, "[Out of Body Body]"

The same dazed look as the previous student appeared on Harry's face. His expression was relaxed, with a slight smile, and his eyes gradually became empty, as if he was in a daze thinking of something happy.

Moody gave the order casually: "Jump on the table, Potter, jump on the table."

Loren and Hermione were relieved. They thought Professor Moody would do something unexpected, but nothing happened. It seemed that he still planned to be a competent professor.

Harry stared blankly at the table in front of him for a long time, then he bent his knees obediently and prepared to jump.

There was a contemptuous smile in Moody's eyes. The famous savior and the Boy Who Lived were not just like ordinary little wizards.

After a slightly long charging movement, Harry took off——

But he only jumped halfway. He forcibly stopped jumping in the air. It seemed that he was trying not to jump while taking off. The result was that he hit the table with his head, knocking it over, and his knees were stuck on the floor. On the bed, bright red blood seeped out from his trouser legs.

Moody suddenly sat up from his stool, his eyes bursting with surprise: "Look, all of you... Harry resisted! He resisted, he almost defeated it!

"Let's try again, Potter, and the rest of you watch, look into his eyes, that's the key...

"Very well, Potter, very well!

"Don't let them control you easily!"

In the next hour, Moody seemed to have forgotten the students behind him and kept fighting with Harry, insisting that Harry test it four or five times in a row until Harry was able to completely get rid of the spell. More lame than Moody.

When the bell rang, Ron helped the limping Harry out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and couldn't help but mutter: "From the tone of his voice, people who don't know think we will be attacked at any time. "

"We all know Harry's identity. It's not wrong for him to be vigilant." Loren looked at Ron's feet. He was still twitching like a cock when he walked. It seems that the influence of the Imperius Curse has not yet been affected. Completely faded.

Hermione glanced back at the classroom, and after confirming that the position was not within earshot of Moody, she whispered in agreement: "At least from the perspective of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he is very competent."

"Yes, that's right."

Harry agreed and said that as the first person to successfully resist the Imperius Curse, although he paid the price of broken knees, he felt good about it.

"What other classes are there tomorrow?"

"Charms, History of Magic, Potions."

"I really want to skip to the weekend..."

Before you know it, the new school year is on the right track.

…

September 18, Sunday, overcast.

Loren returned to the common room at three in the afternoon.

Sitting down at his usual spot by the window, Loren glanced over. Hermione was writing a paper assigned by Professor Binns. The requirement was three feet. Hermione's first point was three feet.

Well, there’s plenty to draw from.

Harry, who was scratching his head at the Potions textbook, raised his head and couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "Loren, where were you just now?"

Because during the last Potions lesson, Professor Snape hinted that he would poison one of them before Christmas, and whether they could detoxify it or not would depend on whether their antidote worked.

After returning from practicing Occlumency with Snape yesterday, Harry thought about it for a long time. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that he must be poisoned and urgently needed help from his friends.

"Going to find Hagrid."

"What are you looking for Hagrid for?"

"Send the lamb."

"lamb?"

"..."

Hermione stopped writing with her quill for an hour, raised her little face and looked at Loren, her eyes bright and the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

"What are you looking at?" Loren said viciously, reaching out to hold down the little witch's head and rub it, making her disheveled hair even more frizzy.

Not only was Hermione not annoyed, she rubbed herself against him and continued writing her paper, seemingly in a happy mood.

Harry looked away silently.

"Has the antidote been developed?"

"not yet……"

"Don't worry too much, it won't kill you anyway."

"Well……"

Loren looked at Ron next to him. He was concentrating on writing his Transfiguration homework with a serious expression, but Harry's homework paper placed next to him was a little conspicuous.

"It's all your fault that I haven't finished my homework yet." Loren grabbed a strand of Hermione's hair and gently twisted it, "You will be punished for doing my homework for me!"

"OK."

"..."

Loren thought for a while and decided to forget it. Hermione's handwriting was a bit different from his, and Professor McGonagall was not yet Dumbledore's age, so there was a high probability that she wouldn't be able to fool him.

So he sat down quietly and prepared to complete his homework.

There were no written assignments in Herbalism, Arithmetic Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Flitwick did assign reading assignments. Loren had already read three books on summoning spells.

The last thing left was the transfiguration homework, because only five people in the class could turn the hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion, and the transfiguration homework assigned by Professor McGonagall was a bit excessive.

This is very unfair. He is obviously one of those five people, but he still has to do homework.

Professor McGonagall doesn't know how to adapt.