94 Diagon Alley

    Possibly locked up before the first class in Defence Against the Dark Arts.

    "Moody, we never use transfiguration as a punishment!" Professor McGonagall said feebly, "Professor Dumbledore must have told you?"

    "He probably mentioned it," Moody said, scratching his chin casually, "but I think I need to scare the-"

    "We can close down, Moody! Or report to the dean of the subject's college."

    "I would do that," said Moody, glaring at Malfoy in disgust.

    Malfoy's pale eyes were still filled with tears of pain and shame, when he looked up viciously at Moody, muttering something, a few words of which were clearly heard, It's "my dad".

    "Oh, is it?" Moody limped forward a few steps, the sound of his wooden leg pounding the ground echoing in the hallway, "Yes, I Knowing your dad before, kid...you told him Moody was keeping an eye on his son...you just told him for me...well, the dean of your house is Snape, isn't it?

    "Yes." Malfoy said bitterly.

    "An old friend too," growled Moody. "I've been looking forward to having a good chat with old buddy Snape... let's go, boy..."

    Speaking, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the basement.

    As he walked away, Gwen didn't know if it was anger or fear, and his shoulders were still shaking slightly. Only she knew that the magic eye was still staring at her. Professor McGonagall looked at their backs uneasily, and after a while, she slowly added five points to Gwen who stopped all this (in fact, took advantage of it).

    "Don't talk to me." Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione. It was a few minutes later, and they were sitting at the Gryffindor table, all around excitedly talking about what had just happened.

    "Why?" Hermione asked in surprise.

    "Because I want to imprint this in my memory forever," said Ron - his eyes closed and a look of great joy on his face, "Draco Marr Fu, was kicked to the ground by a witch who was a bit shorter than her, and then turned into a big ferret that jumped and jumped..." With that, he thanked Hermione for the beef hodgepodge that he had given him. Gwen. "Gwen, you're heroic like last year's Buckbeak. If you don't end up..."

    "Then he'll probably actually hurt Malfoy," she said. "Thanks to Professor Gwen and McGonagall for stopping it in time—"

    "Hermione!" Ron snapped his eyes open and said angrily, "You are ruining the happiest time of my life!"

    Gwen covered her head and said with difficulty, "Forgive me, friends. I've offended two professors this semester. Hell, they're all compulsory!" Taking a bite of the beef, "Also, Malfoy doesn't seem to thank me at all, but instead resents me even more because I saved him."

    "Then, Gwen," Ron started a new one after killing the second one, "Will you give me Toadstools? I want to be Wes Lai's family heirloom."

    "You just described me as an eagle head with fangs and claws..." Before Gwen could answer, Fred Weasley squeezed beside him.

    "Moody!" Fred said. "He's so cool, isn't he?"

    "It's more than cool!" George said, and sat down opposite Fred. "We took his class this afternoon. It was pretty cool."

    "How?" Harry asked eagerly.

    Fred, George and Lee Jordan exchanged meaningful glances.

    "Never took a class like this, he really understands." Fred said.

    "Understand what?" asked Ron leaning over.

    "I know what it's like to work outside." George said solemnly.

    Gwen let out another whimper. If, as they say, Moody is an expert in combating the dark magic, then everything she feels about him is inaccurate, and these have already affected her behavior and judgment before she had contact with the professor— Clearly, this is unfair to Moody's. So she could only suppress all her thoughts and quietly wait for Wednesday's class.

    The next two days were uneventful without incident. Colin printed out the picture of Malfoy lying on the ground crying and gave it to his hero Harry. Ron happily collected three pictures from different angles, including a candid photo of Colin flying up and down. Ferret. As for Professor Snape, his revenge seems to have reached a new height in the summer, and he will be around Gwen and Katie six times a class, trying to get their hands on them, or influence their performance.

    "You know why Professor Snape has such a bad temper, right?" Katie finally couldn't help it and asked Gwen after class.

    "Yeah," Gwen actively avoided the bad reason about him, "it's because of Moody."

    As we all know, Snape especially wanted to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he had failed to get the job four times in a row. Snape was dissatisfied with the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, and wrote this emotion on his face - but with Mad-Eye Moody, he seemed to be extra careful not to show it. Indeed, whenever the two of them were together—at dinner or passing each other in the hallway—Snape was visibly avoiding Moody's eyes, the magical one or the normal one.

    Finally, the fifth grade Defence Against the Dark Arts class came on Wednesday. The students took out their "Dark Forces: Self-Defense Guide" and waited, the atmosphere was extraordinarily quiet.

    Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps coming down the corridor.

    "Put these away," he said gruffly, trudging to the podium with his cane and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."

    Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll. His normal eye moved down the list, his enchanted eye kept rolling back and forth, staring at each student who responded.

    When Gwendelyn Ollivander's name was called, Gwen felt that the professor's voice was not malicious, except for his soul-piercing gaze.

    "Okay," he said when the last student answered, "you haven't learned enough—not enough about how to deal with spells," Moody said. "So, I'm going to give you a taste of the sorcerers' magic. I've got a year to teach you how to deal with dark magic—"

    Gwen hadn't thought she'd be exposed to this before sixth grade. In the next session, Moody casts all of the Unforgivable Charms individually on a large bat.

    Before casting the Avadasa Life Charm, he gave Gwen an extremely hideous smile.

    A dazzling green light stabs one's eyes open, and there is a chaotic sound, as if an invisible behemoth is flying through the air - at the same time, the bat falls , lying on his back on the table, without the slightest scar on his body, but undoubtedly dead.

    "I think he hates Snape now," Katie said to Gwen in a sharp voice. "I actually think bats are a little pitiful."

    "Then why am I showing you this since there is no cure? Because you have to understand. You have to be fully aware of what's the worst. You don't want to find yourself in The situation you're facing right now. Stay vigilant at all times!" Moody yelled, startling the class again.

    "Okay...these three spells—the Avada Throwing, Imperius, Cruciatus—are called the Unforgivable. Using any of them on a human Enough to serve a lifetime in Azkaban. This is what you have to defend against. This is what I teach you to defend against. You need to be prepared. You need to be on guard. But most importantly, you need to be vigilant , never let up. Get out the quill... and write this down..."

    Gwen felt that her fingers were cold, she could only mechanically write down the words "stay vigilant at all times", and began to believe the "Daily Prophet" evaluation of Moody - no Distinguish the difference between an ordinary handshake and intentional murder. His lessons seem to work and hit the nail on the head. But his attitude towards life is so contradictory.

    After listening to Gwen's complaints, George finally understood the reason why she was so unhappy on the first day of school. Although he was willing to believe his friend's wonderful hunch, there was no evidence so far that Moody was malicious or dangerous to her.

    "Otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't allow him to be a professor, think about it, Gwen. He'd have to be at least better than Snape to sit in the Defence Against the Dark Arts office."

    Gwen can only accept this reason temporarily, but she made up her mind that, except for class, she will have to detour when she sees Moody in the future.

    A few weeks later, while Gwen was cooking age-enhancing agents in an empty classroom with the twins, she heard about Moody's new way of teaching.

    "You said he used the Imperius Curse on the students?" Gwen dropped his jaw.

    "He wants us to resist it," Fred said nonchalantly.

    "But that's the Unforgivable Curse, it's illegal!" Gwen's jaw dropped another half inch.

    "Dumbledore's permission." George explained while dragging Gwen's small chin.

    "The world is crazy!" Gwen dropped the potion he was stirring,