The next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still shrouded in gloomy clouds.
When Allen, Michael, and Edward were having breakfast and studying their schedules for this semester, the sky above them was filled with thick, greenish-gray clouds.
Even though Dumbledore had made the selection of warriors very strict last night, the young wizards were still in a heated discussion about what magical method they could use to make themselves older so that they could pass the selection and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
At this moment, a rustling sound came from above them. A hundred owls flew in through the open window and brought them the morning mail.
Mrs. Harris did not mail Allen any more packages of pastries and food. As long as she prepared enough food in the tower, Allen could take it whenever he wanted.
"Allen, my mother asked me to give this to you." Malfoy handed a big package of candies and cakes to Allen.
"Thank you!" Alan didn't stand on ceremony and took it with a smile.
Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he returned to Slytherin's table proudly.
Most of the time, people would subconsciously reject other people's kindness to protect themselves.
But in reality, at the same time, they were rejecting other people's thoughts of befriending them.
Never be afraid of owing someone a favor, and never be afraid of not being able to return the favor. Friendships were gradually deepened through the exchange of favors.
In the first class, the Ravenclaw students felt that the fourth grade was different. Professor Fleevy actually gave them a quiz in class.
"It seems like your little brains have forgotten all the knowledge from last semester." Professor Fleevy sighed and started scolding them one by one.
A deep bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Other than Allen, almost all the Ravenclaw students felt relieved and left the magic classroom.
"Ha, Malfoy, look at you this morning. You respectfully offered Allen a tribute. It must feel good to be praised by the master, right?"
From afar, Ellen heard Ron's exaggerated laughter. "Look at you, you were like a pug wagging its head and tail!"
Allen walked up and found that everyone in the hall was listening to Ron and Malfoy.
"Dog? I saw a real dog at the World Cup, nodding and bowing to everyone who came in. That's your brother, Percy, isn't it? "Malfoy looked askance at Ron, dragging out his words.
Everyone in the foyer looked at Ron, who clenched the wand in his hand.
"Go away, Malfoy," Harry said. "Don't mind, Ron …"
"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "Then please tell me, did his brother put you on a pedestal, a savior?"
"What about you, Malfoy?" Harry said. He grabbed the back of Ron's robe to prevent him from pouncing on Malfoy. "Look at your expression when you face Allen, it's like a dog seeing a bone!"
Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.
"How dare you insult Allen, Potter."
"Then shut your fat mouth," Harry said, frowning. He glanced at Allen beside him and turned around.
Bang!
Several people screamed.
Allen pursed his lips. Malfoy had to be more accurate when casting spells. He aimed at Ron but almost hit Harry.
At this time, there was another loud noise. Bang! Then a roar echoed in the hall.
"Oh, don't do that, boy!"
Everyone quickly turned around. Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs. He held a wand in his hand and pointed it at a snow-white stoat. The stoat was shivering on the flagstone floor, where Malfoy had been standing.
There was a terrible silence in the hall. Moody turned to look at Harry. At least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, while the other eye was inside his head.
"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse.
"No," Harry said. "He didn't hit it."
"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.
"Don't touch — what?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"Not you — he!" Moody roared again, raising his thumb and pointing over his shoulder at Crabbe. Crabbe was about to pick up the stoat, but he was too frightened to move. Moody's rolling eye seemed to have magical powers, allowing him to see what was behind his head.
Moody began to limp towards Crabbe, Gower and the stoat. The stoat gave a frightened cry, dodged, and ran in the direction of the underground classroom.
"I don't believe it!" Moody roared, pointing his wand at the stoat again. The stoat suddenly rose ten feet in the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and then suddenly rose again.
"I hate people who attack people behind their backs," Moody said gruffly — as the stoat jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain. "It's the dirtiest, meanest, cowardly thing to do …"
The stoat leaped into the air, its four legs and tail flailing desperately.
"Don't — do — that — again —" Moody said, and every time the stoat fell to the flagstone floor and suddenly jumped up, he spat out a word.
"Bang!" There was another loud noise. It wasn't Malfoy.
Everyone turned their heads to look at where Professor Moody was. A penguin was standing on the floor, wobbling and flapping its short wings desperately, trying to control its fat body.
Seeing everyone's gaze, the penguin seemed to be angry and rolled to the ground.
The young wizards in the hall couldn't help laughing, but when they thought of the identity of the penguin in front of them, they immediately suppressed their laughter.
Allen came out and pointed his wand at the penguin. The penguin suddenly rose ten feet in the air, exactly the same height as the stoat, and then fell to the ground with a thud, head first, and then rose again. Many parts of its body had been rubbed off, exposing the bare skin.
He raised his head and looked at the penguin that was repeatedly thrown to the ground. Although his light-colored eyes were filled with tears due to the pain and humiliation, his clenched fists and flushed cheeks were telling of his agitation at this moment.
"I hate people who attack others behind their backs and bully the weak." Allen deliberately imitated Moody's tone of voice. At this time, the penguin jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, and a long white feces spurted out, right into the mouth of Ron, who was standing at the side with his mouth wide open and stunned.
Ron closed his mouth at once. After a while, he cried out and held Harry, his chest rising and falling violently. The people around him immediately moved away from him.
"Allen? Harris! "a surprised voice said.
Professor Mag was coming down the marble stairs with a stack of books in her arms.
"Hello, Professor Mag," Allen said calmly, making the penguin jump higher.
"What — what are you doing?" Professor Mag asked, her eyes following the penguin that was jumping in the air.
"Teaching it a lesson," Allen said.
"Teaching it a lesson? Why, Allen, is that a student?" Professor Mag exclaimed, and the books in her arms fell to the ground.
"No," Allen said.
Professor Mag sighed softly, but Allen's next words made her purse her lips immediately.
"It's Professor Moody," Allen said.
"Oh my god!" Professor Mag exclaimed. She hurried down the stairs and pulled out her magic wand.
However, there was still no change in that penguin after half a day.
Right at this moment, there was a loud crack. Draco? Malfoy's spell was broken by Allen. He curled up into a ball and lay on the stone floor. His slippery light yellow hair fell over his bright red face. After a while, he stood up with a trembling look.
"Allen? Harris, restore Professor Moody quickly. " Professor Mag looked at Allen sternly. She knew that Allen must have used a strengthening spell to strengthen the effect of the transformation. She wouldn't be able to undo it in a short time.
"Professor Mag, as a professor, Moody actually attacked Malfoy, who was a student, and turned him into a stoat. I merely did to Professor Moody what he did to Malfoy, "Allen said loudly. Malfoy, who was at the side, nodded profusely with tears in his eyes.
"But this can't be a reason for a student to attack a professor. You should report to the professor first." Professor Mag pursed her lips with a stern expression and stern tone.
"I'm sorry, Professor Mag. I'm not punishing an unruly professor as a student, but as a school board member. "Allen narrowed his eyes with a smile.
"Professor, you can tell from Weasley's condition that it's not suitable to remove the spell immediately." Malfoy looked viciously at the penguin that had collapsed on the ground.
"Let's go to the school doctor's office first." Professor Mag made a decision, and picked up the penguin.
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