Under the double blow of grief and pain, that penguin actually fainted on the ground, causing a commotion. That penguin actually fainted on the ground, causing a commotion.
A figure appeared in the foyer, and everyone fell silent.
It was Dumbledore. Fox circled around him, and began to hover in the air.
Dumbledore sized up the penguin with a serious gaze. "This is —"
"Professor Moody, Dumbledore. Allen? Harris punished Moody, who attacked the students, in his capacity as a school board member. "Professor Mag briefly explained the situation.
Dumbledore glanced at Professor Mag before he raised his arm casually, and cast a spell on the penguin on the ground.
The penguin twitched on the ground, and turned into a half-human, half-penguin amidst everyone's exclamations. His head and arms remained in the shape of a penguin, but his torso had returned to its human form.
"Allen used the strengthening magic technique when he cast the transformation spell," Professor Mag explained at the side.
A strong vomiting sound could be heard. Ron could barely stand as he vomited out a half-white, half-yellow filth from his mouth.
"Oh, Professor Moody had a good appetite at dinner last night. Clean it up." Professor Dumbledore helped Ron clean up his mouth.
Then, he lifted the spell on Moody again.
Moody finally returned to his original form. He curled up on the ground, motionless.
"Someone needs to send Professor Moody to the school doctor's office," Professor Dumbledore said. "Yes, Mr. Weasley needs to go too."
Soon, a few Gryffindor walked out under Professor Mag's gaze, and carried Professor Moody away.
Harry accompanied Ron, who was still vomiting, and cast a "clean up" spell on him as they went to the school doctor's office.
"Mr. Harris, we need to talk tonight," Dumbledore invited Allen.
Allen nodded. Dumbledore waved his hand, and Fox flew to his side. They disappeared from the foyer instantly.
Allen walked to the place where Moody fainted and silently put the few feathers that the penguins had dropped when they were tortured by him into his storage space.
Then, he walked to Ravenclaw's long table and waited for lunch.
Professor McGonagall stared at his back for a long while before she pointed her wand at the books on the floor, causing them to rise into the air and fall back into her arms.
"Allen, you're so cool!" Michael whispered to Allen after witnessing the whole process.
No matter which school it was, the surrounding people were all excitedly discussing what had just happened.
"Malfoy turned into a jumping stoat, and Professor Moody turned into a penguin. People will talk about this for years to come. "Michael raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Allen and Edward couldn't help but laugh. Then, Allen scooped a large spoonful of beef stew onto the plate.
"Professor Moody should be very embarrassed now. He taught Defense Against Black Magic, but he fell for Allen. "Michael snorted and laughed unkindly.
"And that poor Ron Weasley? Looks like he'll keep his first kiss until after graduation. " Edward avoided the long white bean sprouts on the table, and imitated Allen to scoop a large spoonful of beef stew for himself.
"What class do we have in the afternoon?" Edward asked in a muffled voice as he swallowed the beef.
"Conservation of Magical Animals." Allen put down the knife and fork in his hand.
"I wonder what kind of interesting animals Hagrid will prepare." Edward liked the conservation of magical animals class very much. The animals from the previous school year were all very interesting.
"It'd better be something more exciting." Michael was also looking forward to it.
After lunch, when they walked along the gently downhill lawn to Hagrid's hut at the edge of the forbidden forest, Hagrid stood outside the door of the hut, one hand holding the collar of his huge hunting dog, Fangs.
There were a few open wooden boxes on the ground at his feet. Fangs whined and struggled with the collar, looking like he wanted to carefully investigate the contents of the boxes.
As they drew nearer, a strange clattering sound reached their ears, punctuated by faint explosions.
"Good afternoon!" Hagrid said, smiling at Allen, Edward, and Michael. "You guys are early. You'd better wait for the Hufflepuff students. They definitely won't want to miss this — fried tail snail!"
"Say that again?" Michael's eyes widened.
Hagrid pointed to the boxes at his feet.
"Oh, so disgusting!" Edward looked at them in disdain.
Edward glanced at Michael again. "Exciting enough."
"So exciting —" Edward murmured, looking at the fried tail snails crawling around on top of each other and shooting out sparks from their tails from time to time.
"They've just hatched," Hagrid said proudly. "You guys can raise them yourself! We can do a big project! "
"Big project?" Allen didn't care about Hagrid's big project. He was more concerned that Hagrid might cause trouble for him again.
Aunt Josephine was in the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control. They could contact her to help Hagrid get a breeding license.
For Michael, the most exciting part was yet to come. They had to feed the fried tail snails with ant eggs, frog livers, and green snakes.
"Good thing they're still small." On the way back to the castle, Michael looked at the burn on his leg from the fried tail snails and sighed.
"Once Hagrid figures out how to feed them, they'll become very big all of a sudden," Edward said.
Allen felt that Edward was right. Hagrid was definitely good at breeding animals.
After dinner, Allen hurried back to the tower and went straight to the perception room on the top floor.
With the help of Moody's hair and perception magic, Allen successfully saw Moody.
He quickly walked through the castle's corridors and soon returned to his office.
He locked the door and took out a bunch of keys from his pocket. Then he walked to a box with seven locks. He inserted the seventh key into the lock and opened the lid.
There was a big pit at the bottom of the box, like a basement. A person was lying on the floor about three meters deep. He was as thin as a stick and looked like he was asleep.
It was the real Mad Eye Moody. His wooden legs were gone, and there was nothing under the eyelids of his demonic eyes. A few tufts of his white hair were missing.
As for the Moody who had opened the box, it could be confirmed that he was a fake.
The fake Moody's face changed. The scars gradually disappeared, the skin became smooth, and the broken nose grew back and shrank. The long gray hair was shortening and turning light yellow.
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