Chapter 538 Mr. Weasley's Trouble

"Write a detailed analysis of the planetary movements that will affect you in the next month, and attach your personal charts as support," Professor Trauni said sharply, her tone not at all like her usual elegant and delicate self, but more like her. Professor McGonagall, "It must be handed in by next Monday. There can be no excuses for not turning in the homework."

Such are the consequences, imitations and greetings.

Fan Lin still hasn't figured out what the damn divination and astronomy are for. He usually prepares for exams for me, but now, on the first day of school, Professor Trauni left a lot of them for them. homework.

Maybe I really should talk to Professor McGonagall and cancel my divination?

It seems like this is very feasible.

"Poor old Bat," said Ron bitterly as they joined the crowd descending the stairs to go to the Great Hall for dinner, "that's a lot of homework to do for a whole week, and that would..."

"A lot of homework?" Hermione caught up with them and said happily: "Professor Walter didn't give us any homework at all!"

"God, Professor Walter is so good!" Ron said gloomily.

They arrived at the entrance of the auditorium, where there were people queuing up for meals.

They had just joined the end of the line when they heard a loud voice from behind: "Weasley! Hi, Weasley!"

Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione all turned around.

Malfoy was waving a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking loud enough for everyone in the Great Hall to hear.

"Hear the news!"

"The Minister of Magic's new troubles, special correspondent Rita Skeeter reports: It seems the Minister of Magic's troubles are not over yet.

The Minister of Magic was recently fired for his poor crowd control performance at the World Cup, and is still unable to explain the disappearance of a witch. Yesterday, he got into a new dilemma because of Arnold Weasley's strange behavior - he was mistaken for a robber. "

Malfoy looked up.

"To think they didn't even get his name right, Weasley, it seems like it doesn't exist at all, right?" he said cheerily.

Everyone in the dining room was listening to him now.

Malfoy shook the newspaper, stood it up, and then read: "Arnold Weasley, who was accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was involved in a case yesterday for possessing some offensive items. Several cases of quarrels between police officers involved in robberies: Mr. Weasley seemed to have been helped by Alastor Moody, the 'Evil Eye'... the former minister who retired because he couldn't tell the difference between a handshake and an attempted robbery. Naturally, when Mr. Weasley arrives at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, Mr. Moody presses the alarm by mistake again, and Mr. Weasley has to explain himself away from the police.

But he refused to answer the Daily Prophet's question as to why he would involve the minister in such a disrespectful and embarrassing situation. "

Malfoy looks like a professional announcer, or they could host a Hogwarts Sound with Malfoy as the host.

This is a good idea.

Malfoy seemed to want to find more interesting things, and he flipped through the new Daily Prophet.

"One more picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy. He flicked the newspaper with his fingers and held it high. "It's a picture of your mom and dad standing in front of their house. It would be better if your mom was thinner, wouldn't it?"

Ron was shaking with rage.

Everyone stared at him.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Harry. "This is commonplace, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, you're living with the family this summer, aren't you, Potter?"

Malfoy sarcastically said: "Then tell me, is his mother really that fat, or does she just look fat in this photo?"

"Do you know what your mother is like, Malfoy?" Harry said.

Now, he and Hermione were grabbing the back of Ron's shirt to stop him from lunging at Malfoy...

"She looks like there's a pile of shit under her nose? Is she always like that? Or is she just like that when she's with you?" Malfoy's pale face turned pink. How dare you scold my mother? "

"Then shut your mouth," Harry said.

Fanlin had to applaud Harry. It seemed that Harry was fully capable of fighting Malfoy.

In terms of talking skills alone, Harry couldn't lose much to Malfoy.

Malfoy was pale, he couldn't make up his mind, and the damn guy was here.

"Maybe you really should learn how to speak, Malfoy." Fan Lin said indifferently, "And I advise you not to do stupid things, just like your father. Maybe he doesn't know how stupid he is. Stupid, you can never distinguish the form, and what to do..."

It seemed that Malfoy didn't listen at all. His face was pale and he looked like he was about to explode at any moment.

"Let's go." Fan Lin said.

If it were placed in the previous semesters, Fanlin wouldn't mind giving Malfoy some lessons.

But now...

After realizing how far he could reach, Fanlin lost interest in such things.

Dull?

That's probably what it means.

Harry nodded, and he and Fanlin grabbed Ron's arms from left to right in an attempt to take Ron out.

boom!

Several people screamed - Harry felt something white and hot explode behind him, but the power... He reached for his wand. But before he could touch the wand, he heard another loud "bang!" and a huge echo in the dining room.

This time it was Vanlin who was surprised.

The spell just now was cast by Malfoy, and his wandless casting and silent spell easily blocked it.

Did he use the wrong spell?

The Stunning Spell would mutate into a Transfiguration Spell under the rebound of the armor?

Vanlin swore that he had not seen it wrong just now, so this spell...

"Oh no, don't do that!"

Harry turned around.

Professor Moody limped down the stairs, his wand in his hand, pointing at a white snow ferret, shining on the stone floor, which was exactly where Malfoy had stood just now.

The hall was silent at first, and they felt that this was a bit funny.

Malfoy was always provocative, but...

No one moved except Moody. Moody turned and looked at Harry - only now was his one working eye looking at Harry, the other looking at the back of his head.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody growled.

"No," Harry said, "He was stopped."

"Leave it alone!" Moody shouted. (To be continued)