The next morning, Harry woke up in a drowsy state, and when he woke up, he found himself sitting in the class of Dark Magic Defense.

There were noisy noises in the classroom, and people rushed over. Parvati Pettier and Ravend Brown walked in with their hands in hand. When Parvati saw Harry, he glared at him fiercely and whispered: "I made an appointment with Aiden to go out together next Hogsmeade on the weekend."

Lavender asked with interest: "Is it the Boothbaton boy who danced with you at the dance?"

"That's right." Parvati said loudly, glanced proudly at Harry and passed by them.

She has been very cold to Harry since the dance. Every time she saw Harry, she would turn her head hard and leave him with only the back of her head. Harry wanted to ask Ron if he had encountered the same situation, but when he thought that Padma was not in the same academy with them, he had to give up.

"You should care more about her at the dance, look... Now the retribution is coming." Hermione said in a muffled manner with a thick book blocking his face.

"But she had a great time playing," Harry said stubbornly.

He glanced quietly backwards. Parvati and Ravend sat in the seats in the back two rows, talking and laughing, but he could not see anything unusual. Ravend took out a thick book from his schoolbag and showed it to Parvati mysteriously.

"I ordered it through owls, it looks very beautiful..."

In the last few minutes before class, a sound of sensation came from outside the door:

"It's called that name - the magic gramophone. It was placed in the living room of your home the next day on the market. When you listen to music, you can see the weird sister group circling above your head. To be honest, my mom doesn't like them, it's too noisy... But there's no way, there's only this one at the moment."

Draco Malfoy said regretfully, walking into the classroom surrounded by Crabb and Gore, he looked around and deliberately showed a surprised expression when he saw Harry: "Hey, Potter! Did you not sleep well last night? Or did you have smoked makeup?"

His two followers smirked and pointed at Harry's dark circles.

Harry clenched his fists, and Ron hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't be impulsive, Harry, he wishes you would do this! Just touch him gently with your little finger, and he will have an excuse to attack..."

"Your courage has become smaller," Draco said in a tone. He walked over and looked at Harry with his head down, whispering in a very small voice: "I learned a few more magic this holiday, Potter... It's not a small fuss. I took out a note from my grandfather's house. Maybe we can find some time to try..."

"What do you want to say?" Harry said angrily.

"Oh, I forgot," Draco said maliciously, "Your hometown was blown into ruins, and there was no inheritance. Maybe you can ask Weasley next to you? If his family is not poor enough to sell these things for a meal..."

"Do you want a duel, Malfoy?" Harry asked him angrily, "or should I report Felch under the guise of a duel, just like you did in the first grade? Can you do such a thing? Can't you show some courage!"

Draco blushed pale.

"See you in the duel club, Porter." He left aside and hurriedly left.

Harry looked at his back and shivered with anger. "Don't pay attention to him, Harry," Hermione raised her head from a thick book and said calmly: "Including this time, he has provoked you three times in a row recently, you know the reason."

"He must have learned some dark magic. Harry, be careful." Ron was also very angry.

Harry's anger was instantly extinguished. Of course he knew the reason. The two classes last week were Snape's generation. If there was a conflict, I could tell who Snape would be biased towards with my knees, which made Draco's arrogance even more arrogant.

Especially in the first lesson last week, Draco quietly showed him a badge and told Harry with regret that if the other badges had not been confiscated, he would have sent one to each Slytherin student to show support for the real Warriors squad in Hogwarts.

If Neville had not maintained his usual sensitivity to Snape's aura and issued an early warning to resolve the danger, he might have been deducted points from the church.

The class bell rang, and the students sat down obediently, waiting for a flying black robe to come in. At this time, they heard the unique "tuk" sound of wood hitting the floor, and many little wizards (mostly Gryffindors) widened their eyes happily.

"I never thought I would be like this, looking forward to seeing Professor Moody's face." Ron muttered, and Harry agreed secretly.

Moody appeared at the door, looking as terrifying as usual, but many students cheered softly. He stood at the door and glanced around, and the blue demon eyes in his eye sockets kept turning.

The classroom quickly became quiet.

Moody walked to the podium with a cane and placed the cane with a stack of parchment paper sandwiched in his arms on the table. He pulled out the wand (the students looked shaky), waved it gently, and a roster flew out of the drawer of the podium.

"You should have heard of it. I was controlled last semester. A despicable villain pretended to be me and taught you classes." Moody said in a hoarse voice. The class was silent. They heard it a little, but no one dared to be sure.

"They messed up my mind and made me think everything was normal. I just passed the semester in a daze, until Christmas night when the Death Eater conspiracy hidden in school was exposed. I decided to solve it before leaving... I was lying in bed, no different from a corpse, and had no reaction to the sound in the room. Thanks to the two students delaying time, otherwise I would have died in my sleep and died worthless..." Moody said softly, looking at Harry and Ron, and Harry felt that his face was not so scary.

"In order to cure me, your Professor Happ thought of a lot of solutions, but... some memories were still lost, so I decided to get to know you again."

He shook his head, shook his long gray hair from his twisted and scarred face, and began to call out.

The classroom was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere. When Moody was calling out, the students who were called up their names raised their hands to answer. It seemed that it was the first time Moody on the podium, staring at them one by one, and his fake eyes were staring at them one by one.

After the call was over, Moody picked up the crutches from the podium, limped around the classroom, and said in a hoarse voice:

"In the next few lessons, I will tell you about my experience in the past six months. This is a good example. You seem to think that the black wizard is too far away from you, but it turns out that you have been with an evil black wizard for half a year. He pretended to be an introverted and unsociable retired old man - a clever approach! I will talk about these later, and I will tell you the details I remember without reservation."

"There is only one thing you have to do. Go back and think about it. What is the reason why you are still alive?"

"Teacher, professor, what did you say?" Ravend Brown said in shock.

"I said," Moody waved his rough big hand, and his magic eyes stared at her, "Take some time to ask yourself a question, a powerful black wizard, who can pull out his wand and point it at your nose at any time in the past six months, and recite the life-seeking curse.
Chapter completed!