"But you can't do this to an innocent person like this! You can politely refuse." Hermione argued, she was not very satisfied with Moody's perfunctory answer, and she hoped that his apology would be more meaningful. sincere.
"Miss Granger." Moody's rolling magic eye and normal eyes looked at her at the same time, and then said in a hoarse voice: "I have already said that this is caused by my being too nervous Mistake, have I expressed my apology, or do I need to compensate for something?" Moody's voice became low at this moment.
"No need, sir." At this time, the old man who was hurt innocently just now said quickly, "Just pick it up." She said.
The victim chose to calm the matter, and Hermione couldn't hold on any longer, so she could only sigh silently.
"If it's okay, then I'll go back to my own seat." Moody scratched his chin, looked around again, and dragged his limping body towards his seat.
"He's so cool." Ron's body was still trembling, but he still admired him sincerely.
"I don't think there's anything cool about this. Power is used to protect the weak and fight against evildoers." Hermione said angrily, her chest heaving a little, obviously still somewhat unacceptable to this result.
"He's already been there to apologize, why are you still holding on?" Ron defended Moody.
"Do all Aurors have such a strange temper?" Harry asked curiously at this time, breaking the somewhat tit-for-tat atmosphere between the two.
"Of course not. It should be said that he is the strangest Auror. The Aurors my father knows are normal people in normal times." Seeing Moody's back fading away in the aisle, Ron still didn't dare to raise his head. His own voice continued to lower the volume and said doubtfully: "Why is he here? Haven't all the things of last semester been resolved?"
"Yeah, does it mean he's chasing some other fugitive?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"I don't think so." Hermione said, "Aurors have their own unique ways of hunting, and it is impossible to expose them to our eyes. It will lose their concealment, and as you said, he has already retired."
"Then why is he on the train?" Ron couldn't help asking seeing Hermione's confident look.
"Are there any other identities on the train besides students?" Hermione reminded, she was still a little confident in her analytical ability.
"Driver!" Ron said hurriedly, and then fell into a more confused state: "But I've never heard of a driver on an express train, isn't it driven by magic?"
"Could it be the teacher?" Harry asked tentatively.
"I think so." Hermione nodded smugly, recalling the brief contact with Moody last year.
"What will he teach?" Ron asked quickly, before realizing he'd asked a rather stupid question.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts!" He and Harry looked at each other, and then said in unison.
While the three of them were discussing eagerly, Moody passed by Malfoy and Luna, and Luna subconsciously took a small step back, with a look of fear and discomfort on her face.
"Why does it feel different from last time?" Luna muttered in a low voice. Her feeling has always been more accurate. The man in front of her is slightly different from the feeling he gave her last semester.
"Sir, do you have a harassing horse in your ear?" She asked in a daze at this moment.
Moody's expression at this time was a little strange, maybe he didn't keep up with Luna's magical brain circuit.
"Isn't this the little Mr. Malfoy I worked with last time?" At this moment, Moody could only pretend that he didn't hear Luna's question. Pat him on the shoulder.
"Hello, Mr. Moody." Malfoy nodded, and immediately said in an unrecognizable voice: "Be careful." The voice was so low that even Luna was nearby, he couldn't hear it.
"Of course." Moody responded in a lower voice.
"Good luck!" he said suddenly and gruffly at this moment, and left.
"I always feel that he is different from the Mr. Moody I saw last time." Luna, who was beside Malfoy, also watched Moody's departure, tilted her head, and said a little strangely.
"It's just an illusion." Malfoy shrugged, trying to put on an understatement.
During the rest of the journey, there were no other accidents. It was only through the window that a faint light rain could be seen outside. After a while, the train stopped and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade station. .
The door opened, and there was continuous rumbling thunder in midair. The students filed down from the train. Luna didn't care about the continuous downpour of rain from the sky, but jumped up and down without any hindrance. Face excitedly walked towards the place where they were supposed to take the Thestrals now.
"Hello!" Luna bent down, looked at a Thestral in front of her, and stood on tiptoe. I want to reach out and touch its bat-like wings.
As if sensing the thoughts of the girl in front of him, the Thestral in front of Luna obediently bent its high head, feeling the kindness from Luna.
"Look at what that crazy girl is doing again, there is obviously nothing there." Some students who lined up at the back began to point and point at Luna's behavior, whispering.
"Don't you think it's a very bad behavior to talk about others behind their backs?" This was Hermione's voice, her brows were slightly frowned, and she severely reprimanded a few students who were older than her. A student left feeling a little resentful, he didn't know if he felt guilty after being told, or because he felt that the girl in front of him was troublesome.
"It's really nosy." The few students said in a low voice.
"At least we didn't cause trouble for others. If it wasn't for her, maybe Peter Pettigrew would be well in Azkaban now."
"Take care of yourself first." A senior boy said disdainfully, and then stepped into a carriage, and the door was slammed shut.
"Hermione? What's the matter?" Harry and Ron caught up and asked at this moment.
"It's nothing." Hermione shook her head, then forced a smile and said, "Let's go."
Her mood suddenly became a little depressed now, and Hermione was also a little confused when she suddenly recalled the experience of the previous three years. No matter which year the end of the semester seemed to be full of disasters, the first year aside, the second year's snake I lost my memory due to the strange incident, and I haven't recovered until now, but I didn't lose my memory not long ago, but I remember everything that happened clearly.
But this is also impossible to tell anyone.
Maybe there are some other emotions that made her feel a little down now. If it was normal, just the start of school would be enough to make her excited.