After reading this, the students all looked at Dumbledore in front of the stage with admiration. This is their patron saint of Hogwarts, the backbone of existence. Only one person can suppress the vicious group of Azkaban Dark wizard, so they can't escape. ．．
Dumbledore accepted these admiring gazes calmly, after all, he was used to it, and then he said to the students earnestly: "With great power, comes great responsibility. I hope you can remember this. I look forward to waiting After you graduate, I can also get good news from the Daily Prophet from time to time."
The students nodded excitedly.
"Then, now we should talk about some other things." Dumbledore waved his arms, as if stretching.
"The dementors have canceled their station at Hogwarts. It's a good thing for me. I don't like dealing with those creatures, but for you, the guards protecting you are much less. Black is still in the same position. On the run, sneaking into the school from time to time, the portrait of the fat woman proves that this place is not absolutely safe, if not 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 followed suit.
"No, no, I don't want you to face the fugitive. A person should have a full understanding of his current situation, neither belittle himself nor be arrogant." Dumbledore pondered.
"Sirius Black, he was also my student. He is very talented, and he is almost impeccable except for some pranks." Dumbledore said in a nostalgic tone, and at the same time, Lu flat.
"I thought he would become a good Auror or some other respected profession, but unfortunately, he didn't, and most of you probably know what happened back then."
"What I need to say here is that he is an adult wizard first, a very talented adult wizard. Most of you here will not be his opponents when facing him. Maybe it will be possible in time, but it is definitely not now. , and he may have learned more profound and evil black magic, it is impossible for me to let an underage child face this kind of danger, let alone you are all my students, this is my responsibility."
"So, the dementor is gone, we need some other help." Dumbledore coughed lightly, drawing the students' attention.
"My old friend, come in, try not to scare my students, most of them are just children." Dumbledore looked towards the direction of the door, and shouted out in a calm manner.
With a "bang", the door was suddenly knocked open, and a gust of 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 traveling cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger.
So they only felt cold on their bodies just now, and now their hearts are also starting to feel cold.
The light in the auditorium illuminated the man's face very vividly, 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 big crooked opening, and the place where the nose should be protruding was missing. And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.
One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny; the other was large, round as a coin, and of a vivid bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely unrelated to the normal eye—then, the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head, and everyone Just a big white eyeball.
The stranger's footsteps were fast, and he randomly chose a gap between the two tables and walked over, asking the students on both sides to move their stools back a few steps.
He really didn't look like a good person, and a few students even started shaking all over.
"It should be a real guy now." The person in front of Malfoy was inevitably a little surprised.
His identity is almost ready to be revealed—Mad Eye Moody, that 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 to the avoidance of other students, Pansy had a strong interest in the man in front of her. She stared at him with bright eyes. Moody's eyes, asked Malfoy with great interest. Maybe she thinks it's cool to be able to roll her eyes so well.
"I don't know either, but the only thing that is certain is that if you want to have such an eye, you have to dig out your normal eye first." Malfoy said helplessly. Understand Pansy's brain circuits.
"Forget it, I thought it was just a prop, handsome is handsome, but not pretty." Pan Xi shook her head in disappointment.
Moody walked over to Dumbledore. He held out a hand, which was also scarred like his face. Dumbledore shook hands with him and said something in a low voice that none of the students could catch. He seemed to be asking the stranger something, but the stranger shook his head without a smile and answered in a low voice. Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to take an empty seat to his right.
He sat down, shook his head, and shook his gray hair away from his face. His normal eye was staring straight ahead, as if in a daze, while the magic eye was turning around in its socket, looking at it. everything around.
How much the students at the table wished they were still eating now, then the man in front of him might take his disgusting eyeball.
"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Moody who will be in charge of school safety in the coming days." Dumbledore said with a smile, then waved his hand and said, "If any of you want to be an excellent Auror, then he He is your best example."
"I remember who he is, Mad-Eye Moody!" Beside the Gryffindor table, Ron tapped the table suddenly, attracting everyone's attention. Hermione, who was far away from Ron, also stood up. She is good at knowledge about those textbooks, but she is not so familiar with some figures in the wizarding world.
In contrast, Ron, who was born in a wizard family, always had some advantages under his influence.
"Is that Moody?" Seamus asked 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 he said in doubt: "My father told me that he has retired, and he is still a little bit crazy. How could he appear?" it's here?"
"We don't know who he is yet." A girl next to her asked. Girls seldom pay attention to this aspect, and men are full of yearning for those heroic deeds that eliminate evil. This is also a natural result.
"He's a famous Auror..." Ron started to show off the stories he'd heard about Moody, but was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"Some of you must have heard of his deeds, but these small talk will be reserved for your bedroom night conversations. 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 I was invited out of the mountain by this bad old man. Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Moody." said Dumbledore with a tone full of respect, and bowed in the direction of Moody.
"I think that if the way of my death is to enjoy my old age and die of illness, that would be my shame, and I have to thank you, Principal Dumbledore." Moody immediately got up and saluted.
"I feel very strange." Dumbledore's mouth suddenly drew a curve.
"Me too," agreed Moody.
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 ferocious face, which made the surrounding students think This man is not so scary anymore.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, my old friend." Dumbledore thanked again.
"This eye of mine is eager to show more evil." Moody coughed heavily, "Of course, I trust your students, so..." 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 attack evil."
The students all started whispering again.
"Banban? Scabber?" Ron whispered to the table, and he felt that Banban began to tremble crazily again, as if he had been greatly frightened.
Can the magic eye be an Animagus? This is a question worth pondering, and it is more likely to be a fatal question for Peter Pettigrew.
"Moody, come up and talk about your plan." Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation to him.
Moody walked quickly in front of the students, looking down at them from the stage.
"The dementors are gone, but the security of Hogwarts cannot be stopped, so at the request of the Minister of Magic and Mr. Dumbledore, I came to Hogwarts with some urgently recalled Aurors, here It is also my alma mater, and I hope that those evil and cruel criminals will never have the opportunity to step here." Moody said with a serious face, his hoarse voice seemed to be scratching the blackboard with his fingertips, which was uncomfortably sharp .
There are too many injuries on his body, and there is even a scar on the left and right sides of his throat, which is the main reason why his voice is so bad.
"So, I hope to get everyone's cooperation, because I don't want corpses in some places, that would be too cruel, isn't it?" Moody's magic eye began to scan the students again, the word "corpse" Some distant words made them shudder.
"Perhaps death is the best ending. Many cruel spells can make your life worse than death. One spell can make you kneel down and beg for mercy. Don't expect a murderer to play with you in some kind of broken duel club." Stuff, that's not a discussion when you're studying, and I will bow to you very politely." Moody changed the subject, and began to ramble again.
"For example." His eyes enlarged at the same time, and he quickly pulled out the wand pinned behind him and raised his hand.
"Damned!"
A bright light shot out from the tip of his rather old wand and shot at one of the students, causing the surrounding students to scream.
"Armor protection!" An invisible barrier erected in front of Malfoy's body, as if absorbed by a sponge. The magic power dropped sharply, and the light began to weaken until it completely disappeared above the dining table.
"Papa papa." Just when most of the students hadn't recovered, Moody applauded and drew their attention "I wanted to find a negative teaching material, but I didn't expect to find it. It was beyond me. Unexpectedly, 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 appreciatively.
"You're awesome, Mr. Moody." Malfoy replied, getting up, and then sat down again.
"Except for this student, ask yourself, who else among you has the confidence to accept this spell just now?" Moody shouted to a group of students.
There was another silence.
"I kept my hand just now, the real dark wizard will be faster and more ruthless than me." Moody's words became sharper, and some students couldn't help but lower their heads and dare not "By the way, Dumbledore, there is still that tradition Well, how about adding ten points to this classmate in Slytherin?"
"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 bit, don't be too nervous, my friend Students are not as strong as you think, they still need time."
"If you make a fool of yourself now, you won't lose your life in battle." Moody left such a reply to Dumbledore, and then started his own "bombing" towards the students.
"Black has been tortured by dementors in Azkaban for so many years, and now he relies 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, and then Neville at the Gryffindor table said with some emotion: "You must have a deep understanding."
Neville nodded deeply with a determined and heavy expression on his round face.
His parents, both driven insane, are still being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital.
"I'm very pleased. Your grandma taught you well, and she is worthy of your parents' efforts." Moody nodded appreciatively. (To be continued.) Announcement: This site recommends a free novel app, bid farewell to all advertisements. Please follow the WeChat public account to download and install appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)