Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 107: Someone who appeared early

After reading this, the students all looked at Dumbledore in front of the stage with admiration. This is their patron saint of Hogwarts, the existence of the backbone, and only one person can suppress Azkabanna. A group of vicious dark wizards prevented them from fleeing. August 1 Chinese W≠W≈W≥. ≠8=1≤Z≥W≥. ＝Ｃ≤Ｏ≥Ｍ

Dumbledore accepted these adoration gazes. After all, he was used to it, and then he said to the students earnestly: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I hope you will remember this. I look forward to waiting for you to graduate, I can also see your good news from the Daily Prophet from time to time."

The students nodded excitedly.

"Then, now we should talk about some other things." Dumbledore's arms waved, as if stretched.

"The dementors canceled their station at Hogwarts, which is a good thing for me. I don’t like dealing with those creatures, but for you, the guards to protect you are much less. Black is still at large and sneaks into the school from time to time. The portrait of the fat woman proves that this place is not absolutely safe. If it weren't for the last time with enough luck, I think the tragedy may have already occurred."

"We are not afraid!" a Gryffindor student said hurriedly, eager to prove his courage.

"Yes, we are not afraid." The rest of the students also responded.

"No, no, no, I don't want you to face the fugitive. A person should have a full understanding of his current situation, and he should not be arrogant or arrogant." Dumbledore groaned.

"Sirius Black, he was also a student of mine. He is very talented. He is almost impeccable except for some pranks." Dumbledore said in a nostalgic tone, while watching Lupin glanced diagonally across.

"I originally thought he would become a good Auror or other respected profession, but unfortunately, no. Most of you probably know what happened that year."

"What I need to say here is that he was first an adult wizard, a very talented adult wizard, most of you will not be his opponents when facing him. It may be possible in time, but It is definitely not now, and he may have learned more profound and evil black magic. It is impossible for me to let an underage child face this kind of danger, not to mention that you are all my students. This is my responsibility. ."

"So, the dementor is gone, we need some other help." Dumbledore coughed slightly, drawing the attention of the students.

"My old friend, come in and try not to scare my students. Most of them are just kids." Dumbledore shouted out, looking in the direction of the door, full of breath.

With a "bang", the door was suddenly knocked open, and a cold wind poured in, causing many students to tighten their robes.

A man stood at the door, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger.

So they just felt cold on their bodies just now, and now they are starting to feel cold in their hearts.

The lights in the auditorium illuminate the person’s face very vividly, as if it were carved from a piece of decaying wood, and the sculptor has only a vague concept of what a human face should be, and he doesn’t use a knife In line. Every inch of skin on that face seemed to be scarred, and the mouth looked like a big slanted opening, but the area where the nose should be raised was missing. And the most frightening thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes is small, black, and shiny; the other eye is big, round like a coin, and it's a bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—later, the blue eye turned over and got into the person’s head. Everyone can only see a big white eyeball.

The stranger's footsteps were quick, and he randomly chose a gap between the two tables and walked over, so that the students on both sides moved the stool back a few steps.

In appearance, he really doesn't look like a good person. A few students even start to tremble as soon as they see him.

"It should be a real guy now." Malfoy was a little surprised when he saw the person in front of him.

His identity is almost ready to be revealed-Mad-Eye Moody, the blue eyes that swirl around all the time are his best proof of identity.

"How did he get that big eyeball? It feels very interesting." Compared to the avoidance of other students, Pansy became very interested in the man in front of her, and her eyes lit up. Staring at Moody's eyes, he asked Malfoy with interest. Maybe she thought it was a cool thing to be able to turn her eyes so flexibly.

"I don't know, but the only thing that is certain is that if you want to have such an eye, you have to goug your normal eye first." Malfoy said helplessly, sometimes He really had trouble understanding Pansy's brain circuits.

"Forget it, I thought it was just a prop. Handsome is handsome, but not pretty." Pansy shook his head disappointedly.

Moody walked to Dumbledore's side. He stretched out a hand, and that hand was as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook his hand and said something in a low voice that the students did not hear clearly. He seemed to be asking the stranger about something. The stranger shook his head without a smile, and answered in a low voice. Dumbledore nodded and motioned for the man to sit in an empty seat to his right.

He sat down, shook his head, and shook the gray-white length away from his face. His normal eye looked straight ahead, as if staying, while the magic eye was spinning around in the eye socket. , Looking at everything around.

How much the students at the table hope they are still eating now, then the man in front of him might look at the food with his disgusting eye.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Moody, who will be responsible for school safety in the coming days." Dumbledore said with a smile, then waved his hand and said, "If any of you want to be a good Auror , Then he is your best role model."

"I remember who he is, Mad-eyed Moody!" At the Gryffindor table, Ron suddenly patted the table with a sudden realization, attracting everyone’s attention. He who was far away from Ron Min also raised her ears. She was good at knowledge about those textbooks, but she was not so familiar with some figures in the wizarding world.

In contrast, Ron, who was born into a wizarding family, always has some advantages under the influence of his ears.

"Is that Moody?" Seamus said from the side, the fear on his face gradually subsided, gradually turning into admiration.

"His eye is the evidence." Ron enjoyed the feeling of being focused by everyone's eyes, and then he said in a puzzled voice: "My dad told me that he has retired, and he was a little bit nagging. Why is it here?"

"We don't know who he is yet." A girl next to her asked. Girls seldom pay attention to this aspect. Men are full of yearning for heroic deeds that eradicate evil. This is also natural.

"He is a very famous Auror..." Ron began to show off the stories he had heard about Moody, but was interrupted by Dumbledore.

"Some of you must have heard of his deeds, but these gossips will be kept in your dormitory night talks. We have more important things to announce now."

"Mr. Moody has actually retired." Dumbledore slowed down his tone. "He could spend his old age in peace, but he was invited out of the mountain by my bad old man. Thank you for your generosity, Moody. Sir." Dumbledore said in a respectful tone, and bowed in the direction where Moody was.

"I think it would be a shame for me to die in the hospital bed in my old age, and I have to thank you, Principal Dumbledore." Moody immediately got up and saluted.

"I feel very strange." Dumbledore's mouth suddenly formed a curve.

"Me too." Moody agreed.

Then the two laughed out at the same time, "When do we need to be so polite?" Moody grinned out loud, which formed a great contrast with his hideous face, but made everyone around him. Of students think this man is not so scary anymore.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, my old friend." Dumbledore thanked again.

"My eye is eager to show more evil." Moody coughed heavily, "Of course, I trust your students very much, so I say..." Moody's is normal. The eyes and the magic eyes looked at the group of students at the same time. "You don't need to be afraid of me, I will only deal with evil."

The students began to whisper again.

"Scaly? Scaly?" Ron whispered to the table. He felt Scaly trembling crazily again, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Can the magic eye see through an Animagus? This is a question worth pondering, and it is more likely to be a fatal problem for Peter Pettigrew.

"Moody, you can come up and talk about your plan." Dumbledore made a please gesture to him.

Moody walked quickly to the students and looked at them condescendingly on the stage.

"The Dementor is gone, but Hogwarts’ security can’t stop because of this, so at the request of the Minister of Magic and Mr. Dumbledore, I came to Hogwar with some of the Aurors that were urgently recalled. Ci, this is also my alma mater. I hope that evil and cruel criminals will never have the opportunity to step into this place." Moody said with a serious face, his husky voice seemed to be scratching with his fingertips on the blackboard, so sharp. It's uncomfortable.

There are too many injuries on his body, and there is even a scar on the left and right sides of his throat, which is the main reason why his voice is so unpleasant.

"So, I want everyone's cooperation, because I don't want to see your corpses in some places. It's too cruel, isn't it?" Moody's magic eye began to scan the students again. The somewhat distant word "corpse" made them shudder.

"Maybe death is the best ending. Many cruel spells can make you worse than death. One spell can make you kneel and beg for mercy. Don't expect a murderer to play with you in that duel club. Kind of shit, it's not a discussion when you are learning, and I will bow to you politely." Moody's conversation turned around, and he began to babble again.

"Like this." His eyes zoomed in at the same time, and quickly took out the wand pinned behind him and raised his hand.

"Fainted!"

The brilliant light came out from the tip of his somewhat old wand, and shot at one of the students, causing the surrounding students to scream.

"Armor protection!" An invisible barrier stood up in front of Malfoy, as if absorbed by a sponge. The curse of this spell suddenly diminished, and the light began to weaken until it completely disappeared above the dining table. .

"Papa Papa." Just before most of the students recovered, Moody applauded and turned their attention. "I wanted to find a negative textbook, but I didn't expect to find it yet. To my surprise, you are very good. I thought Dumbledore was just complimenting you politely. I didn't expect it to be true." Moody said to Malfoy appreciatively.

"You are absurd, Mr. Moody." Malfoy stood up and replied, then sat down again.

"Apart from this student, ask yourself, who else was confident to take this curse just now?" Moody called out to a group of students.

There was another silence.

"Look, I have kept my hand just now. The real dark wizard will be faster and more ruthless than me." Moody's words became sharper, and some students couldn't help but bow their heads and dare not look at him, "Yes, Dumbledore, there is still that tradition now. How about adding a lot to this classmate of Slytherin?"

"Of course~IndoMTL.com~Slytherin added 10 points for Draco’s wonderful performance." Dumbledore said with a smile, and then reminded Moody: "You can also relax a little bit. Don't be too nervous, my students are not as strong as you think, they still need time."

"Now that I am embarrassed, I won't lose my life in battle." Moody left such a reply to Dumbledore, and then began his own "bombing" towards the students.

"Blake has been tortured by dementors in Azkaban for so many years. Now he is supported by a vengeful heart. I can’t even imagine how distorted his heart is. The power of the spell will have a lot of bonuses." Moody paused, then glanced at Neville at the Gryffindor table, and said with some emotion: "You must have a deep understanding of it."

Neville's small round face showed a firm and heavy expression, and he nodded deeply.

His parents were tortured to madness and are still receiving treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital.

"I'm very pleased that your grandma taught you well and is worthy of your parents' contribution." Moody nodded appreciatively. (To be continued.)