Alice's Travels

There were no new lessons in the past two days, and Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class no longer had large aggressive animals like Buckbeak, but raised some slimy bugs.

Fortunately, you don't need to do anything, just throw the food over.Alice didn't say anything, at least Hagrid was happy again.

So did Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who regretted not getting Buckbeak back, but luckily Hagrid picked himself up again.

When returning to the auditorium after divination class and queuing for dinner, Ron was complaining to Harry and Hermione about the pile of homework assigned by Professor Trelawney when he heard Malfoy's voice behind them.

He was waving a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand, deliberately reading the news aloud so that everyone in the auditorium could hear - the news that Mr Weasley had been scrambled after Moody mistakenly sent a false alarm earlier. A dispute involved in going to the aid.

"There's another picture, Weasley!" Malfoy turned the newspaper over and held it up high. "A picture of your parents standing at the door of your house—you call this a house! You If Mom can lose a little weight, she'll look okay, won't she?"

As soon as Alice entered the hall, she heard Malfoy talking loudly. She turned her head and saw Ron standing opposite Malfoy, trembling with anger, and everyone around was looking at him.

"Go away, Malfoy!" Harry said, reaching out to grab Ron, "Don't be angry, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you've seen it, haven't you," Malfoy said with a sarcasm, "Then please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the photo a bit distorted?"

Ron broke free from Harry's hand and was about to pounce, Harry stopped him with Hermione and said, "And where's your mother, Malfoy? Look at the look on her face - like she's got shit under her nose Yes! Does she always look that way, or is it just because she's with you?"

"How dare you insult my mother, Potter," Malfoy said angrily, anger flashing in his gray-blue eyes.

"Then shut your fat mouth." Harry turned his head and said something before turning away.

Alice saw that Malfoy had already drawn out his wand when Harry turned around, and she immediately raised her wand and pointed it at Malfoy——

boom! boom! boom!

There were screams from several people - Harry turned sharply to see Malfoy standing there, stunned and pale.

"Oh, don't do this, boy!" came a roar, and Moody limped up the stairs, glared at Malfoy, and asked angrily after the fake eyeballs twirled wildly in their sockets. , "Just now, who stopped me—"

"It's me, Professor." Alice stood up holding the wand in one hand, and said calmly.

Malfoy turned his eyes to her immediately.

"It's you!" said Moody gruffly, pointing his wand at Alice. "I hate people who attack people in the back—that's the dirtiest, meanest thing to do! Only a coward would do that— —You have witnessed all this, and you still dare to stop me?"

"It's nothing serious, Professor," Alice said, meeting his gaze, in a calm, convincing tone, "he wasn't trying to attack in the back, it was just a little skirmish--between classmates. It's completely fixable, it doesn't need to rise to the level of meanness, and it doesn't require you to do it."

"You're making excuses!" roared Moody, pointing his wand at Malfoy again sharply. "I'm going to teach him a lesson! So he knows he can't do that again—"

boom!boom!

Two more clicks, and Moody's wand shot a beam of light towards Malfoy, and Alice's wand simultaneously shot a beam of light covering Malfoy to protect him—Moody's attack quickly disappeared and surrounded Malfoy. In the circle of light around him.

"Professor Moody!" A surprised voice sounded, and then Professor McGonagall walked over quickly holding the book, "What happened?"

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody just taught the students a lesson. He tried to use a spell on Malfoy and me as a punishment. Everyone saw it—" Alice said quickly regardless of Moody's fierce gaze. .

"Is this true, Professor Moody?" McGonagall glanced at Moody's wand which was still raised at Alice, and said seriously, "Professor Dumbledore must have told you not to use it on students. Curse as punishment?"

"They need to be frightened pretty badly—" said Moody, glaring at Alice with his roving fake eye.

"We can put you in confinement, Professor Moody!" McGonagall shouted, "or report to the dean of the college where the subject is."

"I'll do that," Moody said sharply before limping towards Malfoy.

Malfoy immediately took a step back with a pale face, and Alice walked over a few steps to block in front of him.

"Sorry, Professor Moody, our dean is Professor Snape—" Alice said slowly, "I think since this matter involves Slytherin and Gryffindor students, it is best for Snape Professor Pu and Professor McGonagall will solve it, what do you think?"

"Oh, is it?" said Moody, stopping where he was.

"Professor McGonagall, you need to discuss this matter with Professor Snape!" Before he could speak again, Alice said earnestly to McGonagall, with a pleading look in her eyes, "It's between us and Harry." It's just a small contradiction, you can tell Professor Snape, or directly hand us over to Professor Snape for punishment—"

"Okay, I'll go talk to Snape." McGonagall said finally, "Professor Moody, I hope you will be more patient with students in the future."

"I will—" said Moody with a very disgusted expression, "should tell my old friend Snape—to discipline the students of my own house..."

He gave Alice and Malfoy one last look and limped away with a grunt.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Alice said sincerely.

"Oh, it's okay, Altman," McGonagall said, "but I think I have to talk to your dean—Snape, and he will handle it later."

"Okay, thank you." Alice thanked again and looked at Mag's back as she walked away.

She turned her head and glanced at Harry and the others, grabbed Malfoy's arm and left the auditorium with her lips pursed.

"Have you seen it all? What do you say this time—" Ron said angrily, "Alice is protecting Malfoy!"

Harry thought carefully about the three noises he heard before, "Malfoy cast a spell on me too, didn't he?"

"I've seen it all, Alice stopped it for you," said Hermione, "and the spell that Moody cast on Malfoy at that time—it all disappeared after touching that circle of light."

"Her spells work so well forever—" Harry sighed, "I've never seen a protective spell like it."

Hermione frowned, but said nothing.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" Ron yelled angrily. "Alice is protecting Malfoy! Did you hear—"

"She also protected Harry!" Hermione looked at Ron and said disapprovingly, "Alice did nothing wrong in this matter, if she hadn't stopped it in time - Malfoy might really be hurt... "

"I can't believe it," said Ron, looking at Hermione, then at Harry, "you're helping Malfoy too!"

"We didn't—" Harry said helplessly, "at least Moody scared him, and he'll be punished by Snape—"

"Snape won't punish him!" Ron muttered disapprovingly.

Alice pulled Malfoy all the way under a big thick tree, and stopped when she saw that there was nothing around.

Malfoy's pale face seemed to be a little flushed, his eyes were downcast, and the flickering light inside was hidden under his long eyelashes.

"Did I tell you not to talk nonsense, why can't you control your mouth and always like to make trouble with Harry and the others?" Alice let go of her hand and turned to stare at Malfoy, saying in a cold voice.

Malfoy raised his eyes at once, his pupils were bright, and his voice seemed to suppress anger, "Oh, yes, I just like to make trouble for them! What does this have to do with you!"

"You're not a child! Don't you understand the principle that you have to bear the consequences?" Alice said angrily, "If you didn't make trouble first, how could you have brought Moody here? If McGonagall didn't arrive later, you Do you know what to face-"

"Never mind!" Malfoy said angrily, "You're just trying to stand up for your savior friend and that red-haired Weasley! Why do you talk to me like that?"

"Don't you think it's over!" said Alice, glaring at him. "Snape will be punished—and Moody, think of his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. How are you?"

Malfoy fell silent.

"Not only you, but also me—" Alice frowned angrily, "As you can see, his temper is not good at all, this class will be a disaster..."

"I'll tell my dad—" Malfoy muttered.

"Your father can't rush over to save you every time!" Alice glared at him and strode away angrily.