HP's Wretched

"I think everyone should have heard a long time ago that this year Hogwarts will be the venue for the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore sat at the table and announced the news to the classrooms with some seriousness. "The Triwizard Tournament is a big event. The teachers and students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang schools will temporarily live in Hogwarts, so we have to strengthen the security of the school, and we must pay more attention to the students' safety at night. tour."

Felici nodded, signaling that he understood the daunting task.

"The Ministry of Magic has officially approved the level design of the Triwizard Tournament. As for the layout, Minerva (Professor McGonagall) and Filius (Professor Flitwick), you may go to assist the Ministry of Magic with the layout."

"Yes, Albus." Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick replied.

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction, and then continued: "It is inevitable that students will be injured in the Tournament, so Poppy, your school hospital may be a little busy."

Madam Pomfrey frowned, obviously a little displeased that the students were hurt.

"If it's too busy, I think Severus will go back and help, right Severus?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

Snape snorted, indicating that he had heard the request.

"The Triwizard Tournament is bound to attract the attention of many students. Therefore, all the professors here, pay attention to the children's emotions and learning status. Knowledge is far more important than the excitement of the competition."

The professors present all looked a bit melancholy. Usually, some people would not like to listen to the lectures in class, but now that such a strange and important event came again, I was really worried about the final report report.

Just as everyone nodded in response to Dumbledore, a blue flame suddenly ignited in the fireplace in the principal's room, and a strange figure emerged from the flame a moment later.

Accompanied by the sound of dull footsteps, all eyes turned to the lame man who came out of the fireplace——Alastor Moody.

The magic eye on Moody's face was turning around happily, but every time it turned around, Flotte's heart skipped a beat.Yes, Flotte has seen this frightening hero, and even confronted him on the battlefield. Fortunately, she was lucky and ran fast, otherwise she would probably have to lie in Azkaban by now Slowly rotting in prison.But even though he saved his life, when he returned to the Dark Lord's manor for a business trip, he still didn't escape being rewarded with heart-wrenching rewards.

Recalling this past, Flotte's heart trembled uncontrollably, especially when the magic eye turned to her, her entire scalp began to tremble.

Snape, who was sitting next to Flott, didn't look too good at this time. To be honest, no one who has been a Death Eater is not afraid of this hero when he sees this hero.

The other professors present here who had no dark experience naturally couldn't understand the conflict between the two of them at this time, and they all greeted the old Oro in a friendly way.

"This is our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester, my old friend, Alastor Moody, I think everyone should have heard his name." Dumbledore stood up and introduced very solemnly, he The snow-white beard on his chest was trembling happily at this moment, "Old friend, I'm glad you will accept it, come and sit here."

Leaning on crutches, Moody limped to the most familiar Professor McGonagall. McGonagall also cooperated very well. He took out his wand and conjured a stool for Moody, which made the old Austrian with inconvenient legs Luo quickly sat down comfortably.

Flotte bit her lower lip inexplicably nervously, because Moody was sitting opposite to her at this time, maybe she was thinking too much, or maybe it was the truth, she always felt that the somewhat terrifying magic eye was viciously attacking her. Staring at her, observing her every move.

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit late." Moody spoke, although the tone was quite ordinary, but it was always a little uncomfortable to Flotte's ears.

Dumbledore smiled kindly and said, "I'm very happy that you can accept my invitation to serve."

"Don't say that, my old friend invited me to take up this position, of course I am obliged to." Moody said with a smile at Dumbledore, but at this moment his magic eye moved around until it stopped In the direction of Snape and Flott, "Besides, if I don't come, someone will have to go back to the old business again. You know, I don't like to let any dark wizard go, especially those who have a criminal record. A jumping clown who managed to get away with it."

Everyone could hear that Moody's words seemed to mean something, and a few professors were a little upset, but they had heard about the old Auror's temper, so no one refuted anything, but they were worried and quietly Looking here at Snape.

Snape's face changed only slightly, but not too much.After all, he has experienced so many doubts, such a sentence or two will not hurt him.

"I know you can't hold sand in your eyes, and I know your excellent work ability, otherwise I wouldn't come to you to protect the students in this troubled time this year, but don't worry, there is no such person in Hogwarts." Dumbledore's words were clearly aimed at Snape.

Even if Dumbledore came out to smooth things over, Flotte still felt deeply dissatisfied with the word "jumping clown" in Moody's mouth, but she had a criminal record anyway, so she felt guilty Dare not say anything more.

Moody's scarred face raised a disdainful smile, and his tone was full of contempt: "I believe they dare not under your leadership, after all, rats are rats, they only dare to hide in the shadows, and will never Don’t dare to show your head, but don’t worry, since I’m here and I used to work as a mouse hunter, I will help you, Albus.”

Seeing that Moody was still unwilling to give up intimidation and mocking Snape, Dumbledore could only continue to smooth things over, expressing his trust in all the teachers: "You worry too much, Alastor, as I said, Hogwarts There are no such people as you said."

Moody seemed to be very interested in Snape's silence, as if he would not give up until he could hold back his voice: "How could a mouse be by itself..."

However, he didn't force Snape, who had great endurance, to speak, but he forced Flotte, who was sitting by the side, to speak.

Flotte really couldn't stand Moody's rat theory, and she would have yelled at it as an ordinary person, but today, Flotte didn't dare to be too arrogant when facing this old hero in the eyes of others. But I couldn't bear it anymore, so I could only hold back the fire, and interrupted with a soft voice and a smile that didn't refute my face: "Professor Moody, you are a professor at Hogwarts, not playing an Auror, besides You're retired, it's time to enjoy life."

Logically speaking, Flotte's words should be extremely smooth, and it would not make people feel uncomfortable when placed on any ordinary person, but Moody in front of him is not an ordinary person at all.

"Retire? What makes you think that retiring will let you off to commit crimes?" Moody's reaction was so loud that he almost stood up and drew his wand, "Don't think I don't know about your damn husband's secrets, if It’s not that he died early, young Mrs. Luster, you have to go to Azkaban to deliver meals every day, and live a widow’s life. Oh, I forgot, when he was alive, he liked to ask for flowers, and you also followed There is no difference between widowhood and widowhood, and you should get used to it quickly."

Flote didn't expect that her words would attract such a big reaction from Moody, let alone that he would attack her with such words on this occasion. Flote's face at this time could be compared with milk, she couldn't help it. I have indeed heard a lot of obedient words, and even the Daily Prophet reported her vicious news, but in this kind of situation where the public is watching, how has she ever received such a straightforward insult.

It was the first time that Flott was so impatient and wanted to reply, but just as she opened her mouth, the arm under the table was grabbed by Snape's hand.

"I didn't expect that the famous gold medal Auror would be so interested in other people's family affairs, and even chatted like a gossip woman. It's really eye-opening." Snape, who has always been in a state of patience with Moody , and now he finally opened his mouth.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick on the opposite side obviously didn't want to see such a tense scene on this occasion, they all stopped Moody's next action of drawing out his wand, and pressed him on the chair, but they didn't succeed. He blocked his angry mouth at this moment: "At first I thought there was only one vermin, but I didn't expect there were two. Snape, you are not much better, you know who I just scolded."

"Alastor!" Professor McGonagall sternly stopped him.

"Call? I thought you were gossiping." Snape raised his eyebrows with a provocative look of disdain.

Although his arms were pinned down, how could Flotte be absent from such things as singing and singing: "Sure enough, the retired life has indeed made Mr. Moody feel paranoid about being persecuted, and everyone looks like a criminal. "

After Flott finished talking here, Snape continued with a cold snort and continued: "But I'm sorry, we really didn't go into Azkaban as you wished."

"Enough!" Dumbledore spoke in complete anger this time.

All of a sudden, the three of them were truly quiet.After this incident, the faces of all the professors at the table were not so good.

As the atmosphere calmed down, Snape also slowly retracted the hand that was holding Flott under the table.Flott could feel Snape gently letting go of her arm, but she still pretended to glance at it casually, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"Okay! That's the end of this matter, I don't want another time." Dumbledore's expression was a little unhappy, and his voice was surprisingly serious, "Let's continue the meeting..."

For the rest of the meeting, Flott hardly listened, because that weird magic eye was completely focused on her and Snape...