While Elwyn and Keresis were discussing the details of their cooperation, an argument broke out in the hall on the first floor.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione came to the hall from outside the castle. It was crowded with people waiting for their meals.
"Did you hear what the Hufflepuff students said? Elwyn beat Moody in the Defense Against Dark Magic class!" Harry said excitedly. "This is unbelievable. How did he do it?!"
"I don't know, but I hope Elwyn doesn't get into trouble," Hermione said worriedly.
"Moody is the best Aurora. He might..."
Before Ron could finish, they heard a shout from behind.
"Weasley! Hey, Weasley! "
Hearing the voice, they turned around and looked.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gall were standing there, as if they were overjoyed about something.
"What?" Ron asked impatiently.
"Your father's in the paper, Weasley!" Malfoy said, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet. He deliberately spoke loudly so that everyone in the hall could hear him. "Listen to this: the Ministry of Magic is in trouble again. It seems that the troubles of the Ministry of Magic are not over yet. Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent of this newspaper, wrote. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been criticized for its failure to maintain order in the Quidditch World Cup, and for its failure to explain the disappearance of one of its female officials. Yesterday, due to the strange behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Department of Prohibited Muggle Items, the Ministry of Magic has fallen into a new embarrassing situation. "
Malfoy raised his head and looked at Ron maliciously.
"Weasley, they didn't even write your father's name correctly. He's just a nobody, isn't he?" he said loudly, gloating.
Everyone in the hall was listening to him now.
Malfoy held up the newspaper like he was acting and continued to read, "Two years ago, Arnold Weasley was ordered to possess a flying car. Yesterday, he was involved in a dispute with several Muggle Enforcers over a large number of offensive garbage cans. Mister Weasley seemed to have come to assist Mad-Eye Moody, who used to be an Auror. Mad-Eye Moody retired from the Ministry of Magic when he could no longer tell the difference between a handshake and an attempted murder. Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, he found that Mr. Moody had made another false alarm. Mr. Weasley had no choice but to alter the memories of a few policemen to escape from them. But when a reporter from the Daily Prophet asked him why he had involved the Ministry of Magic in such a pointless and potentially very difficult matter, Mr. Weasley refused to answer. "
"There's another picture, Weasley!" Malfoy said, turning over the newspaper and holding it high. "A picture of your parents, standing in front of your house. My God, you call that a house! Your mother would look good if she could lose some weight, wouldn't she? "
Ron trembled with anger. Everyone in the hall was looking at him.
"How dare you say that about my mother! I'll kill you!" he shouted.
"Get out of here, Malfoy," said Harry. "Don't be angry, Ron."
"Oh, yes, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "Then please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the picture a little distorted?"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's robe to keep him from lunging at Malfoy.
"Weasley, you can't kill a man just because he told the truth." Malfoy laughed triumphantly.
"What about your mother!" Harry said angrily. "Look at the look on her face, as if there was shit under her nose! Does she always look like that, or is it because she's with you? "
Hearing Harry's words, Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.
"How dare you insult my mother!"
"Then shut your fat mouth," said Harry, turning to stop Ron.
Bang!!!
Several people screamed, and Harry felt something white hot brush against his cheek.
He quickly reached into his robe for his wand, but it was too late!
Malfoy's next spell hit Harry, and he flew backward.
Hermione screamed. Without Harry to stop him, Ron rushed toward Malfoy.
But Gall and Crabbe stopped him, and they wrestled with each other, punching and kicking.
Ron was no match for them at all. He screamed in pain, and his eyes were black.
He roared and tried to throw himself at Malfoy, but he couldn't.
Looking at Ron's miserable appearance, Malfoy laughed loudly in front of him, very proud.
Everything happened too fast, and the hall was a mess.
In the next second, a powerful magical force flew down from the stairs and separated the few people who were wrestling together.
Elwyn ran down with his wand in hand. He and Keresis had just arrived at the hall when they saw this scene.
He waved his wand to separate the people, and was about to teach Malfoy a lesson.
But Keresis, who was behind him, was faster than him. There was another loud bang. Bang!!!
Then, a roar echoed in the hall.
"Don't do that, boy!"
Keresis roared, and walked past Elwyn.
He looked exactly like Crazy Man Moody, and it might be more appropriate to call him Moody.
Elwyn had just reached an agreement with him. In school, he would keep Lexis' identity a secret. He would not tell anyone that he was impersonating Moody, and he would help him complete Lord Voldemort's task. In return, he would provide information and necessary help to Elwyn.
To show his sincerity, Keresis told him about the matter between him and Lord Voldemort.
They had used magic to make an agreement. Keresis would use magic to help Lord Voldemort recover his strength, and Lord Voldemort would help him and his people do something.
After that, they no longer had anything to do with each other.
Although Ivan was very doubtful that Voldemort would fulfill the agreement and let the vampires go, Voldemort had no choice but to let them go.
But looking at the current situation, it was still the same. He and Keresis had the same goal, and there was no conflict.
In the future, there might be more in-depth communication.
Working together was the wisest choice.
"Despicable cowards. Three against one, and a sneak attack!"
Moody limped down the marble stairs. He pointed his wand at a white stoat.
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