A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 353 Moody
The freshmen excitedly lined up to the top of the auditorium, waiting for the sorting, but Felix felt a little hungry.

The same goes for Sniff Warren.

"Wait a little longer, we can make a bet, guess if there will be raisin pudding on the table later, by the way, do you eat grapes?" Felix asked in a low voice, sitting on his lap, stretching his neck and watching Empty tables, somewhat disappointed.

Especially when it applied with its eyes and asked if it could collect a set of Hogwarts tableware, it was mercilessly rejected by Felix.

Snape looked at them with a strange expression on the side, but Xixiu was only interested in shiny and delicate things. It looked at Dumbledore's long silver beard that suddenly appeared, and turned to look at the tall Flitwick on the cushion, the eyes are not enough.

"...

Hold me well on the head,
I never looked away,
I want to see your mind,
Find out which academy you belong to! "

Accompanied by rumbling applause, the sorting hat ended its annual singing, and the sorting officially began.The only strange thing about Felix is ​​that the last line of this song is not "they share a dream, a wish" - he has heard it too many times in the principal's office before, which made him subconsciously think that the Sorting Hat intends to use this ending.

"Stuart Ackley!" Professor McGonagall stood aside, unfolding a long piece of parchment, and read out the name.

A boy came forward and could be seen shaking from head to toe.He picked up the sorting hat and put it on his head, and sat on the stool, rolling his eyes a little nervously.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

Stuart Ackerley took off his hat and hurried to take a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone at the table applauded him in welcome.

"Malcolm Bardock!" "Slytherin!"

"Eleanor Branstone!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Owen Caldwell!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey!" "Gryffindor!"

The little one surnamed Creevey was wearing a mole coat, obviously Hagrid's, which to a first year was a solid fur tent.When he was sorted into Gryffindor House, he didn't even think about it, and ran towards the position of Gryffindor House.

While running, he shouted excitedly and shared his experience: "Colin! I fell into the lake! In the lake!"

"The Sorting Hat! Keep the Sorting Hat!"

Professor McGonagall chased after him and shouted twice, but he didn't respond. As a last resort, she tapped with her wand to let the sorting hat on the freshman's head float back by itself, and Felix moved his finger to let the mole The coat flew to Hagrid who was about to get up.

"Thanks, Felix." Hagrid said roughly, he reached out and shook his coat, and the raindrops fell all over the floor.

On the other side, Gryffindor College let out good-natured laughter. The freshman scratched his head and sat shyly next to a student who looked a lot like him. After a while, he began to describe his falling into the water "I fell into the lake, took a few sips of water, and thought, this is the end! Suddenly something pushed me back into the boat!"

"That's cool!" said his older brother, Colin Creevey, who was two grades older, and he was just as excited as his younger brother. "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"

Colin pointed to Harry who was a few seats away and said, "See that boy over there? The one with the black hair and the glasses? He's Harry Potter, the twelve-year-old boy I sent home. He's in this photo album, along with his friends!"

His younger brother Dennis looked at Harry curiously. If his elder brother hadn't lived in the courtyard for more than half a year because of indirect eye contact with the basilisk in the first grade, the family's photo album would have been too long ago.

But thanks to his brother's photo album, he recognized Harry immediately.And his brother continued: "I just asked him to pray for you, hoping that you would be assigned to Gryffindor. Guess what? It worked."

"I'll tell you about the Patronus he unleashes in the foyer, so handsome as hell..."

Human emotions are not connected.Harry's face was a little hot, and Ron asked him teasingly, "Did you just pray?"

Harry faltered and changed the subject hastily: "That empty seat should be the new professor?" He pointed to the teacher's seat.

"Who else?" Ron muttered, "But he's late, the dinner party is about to start."

In fact, there was no empty seat at the teacher's table until near the end of the dinner, when Harry was so full that he had to discard half of a smoked potato on his plate.

Felix conjured up a small table and chairs with transfiguration. Snuffing Valen sat on it, eating a piece of sliced ​​raisin pudding, and tied a white napkin around his chest.

Nixiu, who had finished eating early, was a bit bored. He sniffed various smells in the air, and soon found an acquaintance.

It pulled Felix's trousers and pointed in a direction. Felix had a dark face—the little guy was too short, but he roughly saw the direction and guessed its meaning.

"Go ahead, don't steal from anyone, not even cutlery, remember?"

Sniff nodded vigorously.

It walked under the dining table, jumped over the flailing legs, quickly found the target, and climbed up her trouser legs.

"Ouch!" Hermione yelled, looking down, and met a pair of small black eyes.

"Varren?" she called in a low voice, and Ron, Harry, and a few students around looked over.

"A black duck?" Dean Thomas, who grew up in a Muggle family, asked curiously.

"It's a Niffler, I guess," said Neville softly.

"Sniff—what?"

"Xixiu, her name is Warren, and she is raised by Professor Haipu." Hermione introduced.

"Her?" Dean was taken aback.

"That's right!" Hermione hugged Xixi happily, "She's a little lady, isn't she, huh?"

Ron stared at Warren and said, "I've always wanted to have one, they're notoriously good at finding treasure, it was on Fred and George's New Year's wish list when they were kids."

Fred poked his head across Angelina's position and said, "Don't slander us, our wishes have been changed long ago."

"Yeah," said George, who sat on the other side of him. "Especially when we found out that Niffler was better at picking money out of the pockets of people around him, we changed our minds."

"Keep an eye on your pockets, and your forks—" Fred admonished at last.

"And goblets," George added.

Ron clutched his pocket sadly. "They've got a point, Harry, it's staring at your coins!"

Niffler, who was sitting in Hermione's arms, was looking at Harry intently. Harry was holding a Muggle coin in his hand. It was golden and still shining. method to monitor the number of times the apparition is cast.

According to the agreement, Harry can only use Apparation outside the Room of Requirement after its golden light is filled.

When he left school last school year, he was still a little bit short, but he ran around with Sirius during the summer vacation, and inadvertently made up the last point...

At this time, Dumbledore began to speak with a smile. First of all, the old-fashioned ones. Filch's list of prohibited items is updated every year. At present, there are 430 seven items in total; and he reiterated that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest without permission.

They were already familiar with these words, and the people around Harry didn't pay much attention to them, they were obviously more interested in Niffler——

"Harry, you'd better put the coin away, although Professor Happer taught it, but - my God!"

Hermione stopped in surprise, sniffed Warren and painfully took out a gold Galleon from his pocket, put it on the table, and then pointed to Harry's coin.

"What is it doing?" Ron asked puzzled.

"I think," Hermione said, taking a deep breath, "Harry, it wants to trade with you—"

The three of them looked at each other, what a strange sniff, and Ron laughed, "Professor Haipu's education is really...haha... really effective, and even the nature of the sniff has been corrected."

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, because he didn't get a response for a long time, Varen thought that Harry was unwilling, so he took out another gold Galleon from his small pocket and stacked it with the first one.

Harry stared at it dumbfounded. On the long dining table, the third and fourth Galleons were quickly piled up. Dean could see how reluctant it was.

But how distressed I was when I took out the money, and how proud I was when I let it go, Xixiu stretched out a finger, pointed to the pile of gold Galleons, and then pointed to the shining coins in Harry's hand, exuding The aura of the little rich woman showed made everyone around stunned.

Ron urged: "Don't give up, Harry. See how many Galleons it can take out, Merlin's beard...it's richer than me!"

At this time, Dumbledore finally talked about something closely related to the students, "... I also regret to tell you that the House Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

"What?" Harry looked up, breathless in surprise.Not only him, most of the students were stunned by the news.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, thunder exploded outside the castle, rattling the glass windows, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A man entered, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.With the help of the light in the auditorium, the students of the four colleges saw his appearance clearly, and they all gasped.

The man's face seemed to be carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and it was done by a poor craftsman who was absolutely inexperienced with a carving knife. Every inch of his skin was scarred, his nose was missing a piece of flesh, and one leg was carved from wood. He made a prosthetic leg, and it made a bang sound when he walked. When he passed the dining table, the little wizards on both sides quickly shrank their bodies to the other side in fright.

Harry stared at Moody's face, then at the half-baked potato on his plate, feeling suddenly sick to his stomach.

After getting closer, the students found that the most frightening thing about this stranger was his eyes, one was intact, but the other——Sniffer was paralyzed in Hermione's arms, covering his face with two small hands, not daring to look at it , but it still didn't forget to reach out and stuff the gold gallon on the table back into its pocket.

Hermione was amused and annoyed, but when her eyes fell on the stranger's eyes, she couldn't smile at all.It was a big and round fake eye, which moved up and down, left and right in the eye socket, sometimes leaving only the white of the eye, and it seemed to be staring behind.

He simply shook hands with Dumbledore, sat down on the only vacant seat, ignored the others, and ate the leftover food on the table.But the blue prosthetic eye still kept turning around, looking at the auditorium and classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

In a terrifying silence, Dumbledore announced the existence of the Tournament. He introduced the origin and development of the original Triwizard Tournament, and later had to stop because of too many deaths. , The Ministry of Magic is finally ready, and this time, the number of schools participating in the competition has increased to five.

Many students didn't even know Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, let alone Ilvermorny and Vagadus outside of Europe, and they listened to Dumbledore's speech as if they were listening to the Arabian Nights.

And Felix was no stranger to this information. He cleared his throat, sniffed Varen and immediately jumped out of Hermione's arms, taking a long detour to avoid Moody with scary eyes.

Moody ate a sausage in his mouth, and his false eye followed the trail of Niffler, watching it finally climb onto the shoulder of a young professor.He gave a low "sneer".

"small thing."

(End of this chapter)