v2 Chapter 525： A white stork (subscription) (1/2)

”Harry, are you okay?” Ai Wen hurried past.

”I'm fine, Ron is not hurt, Malfoy said his parents, he is too angry!”

Evan and Harry and Hermione helped Ron, and the guy was completely stunned by Gore and Crabbe.

Both of them can be sincere, and Ron’s face is blue and purple, and the school uniform robes are all footprints.

There was a terrible silence in the hall, and everyone looked at Moody.

Gore and Crabbe stood there staring at the white shivering on the ground, and they did not dare to move.

”You three are best to send Mr. Weasley to the school hospital. The things here are handled by me!” Moody said that the normal eyes smashed into Ai Wen and the other eye got into it. Inside his head.

Ai Wen and Harry struggled to raise Ron. When they had not come and left, they heard a roar around them.

”Don't touch it!” Moody shouted.

Crabbe was about to pick up the day, but he heard Moody’s shouting and was scared to stay where he was.

Moody limped toward Crabbe, Goyle and the white cockroach, slamming his wand in his hand.

The white screamed in horror, escaping and ran towards the basement.

”I don't believe this evil!” Moody yelled and pointed his wand at the day.

The white cockroach suddenly rose to the mid-air of ten feet high, and slammed into the ground, and then suddenly rose up.

”I don't like to attack others in the back!” Moody said with a rough voice, when the day was getting higher and higher, he screamed in pain. ”There is more to bully, this is the dirtiest way.” Despicable, is the behavior of cowards”

The white scorpion went to the air, and the four feet and the tail swayed desperately.

”Yes, no, this, do!” Moody said.

Every time he fell on the slate floor and suddenly picked it up, he took out a word.

”Professor Moody!” said a surprised voice.

Professor McGonagall is coming down the marble staircase and holding a stack of books in his arms.

”Hello, Professor McGonagall.” Moody said calmly, while making the day higher.

”You, what are you doing?” Professor McGonagall asked, her gaze moving along the white horse jumping in the air.

“Lessons,” Moody replied.

”Lesson?! How, Moody, is that a student?” Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the book in his arms was scattered to the ground.

”Yes,” Moody said.

”God!” Professor McGonagall screamed, hurried down the stairs and pulled out his wand.

A moment later, with a loud bang, Draco Malfoy recovered.

He huddled, lying on the slate floor, and his slippery yellowish hair was scattered on his red-faced face.

After a while, he stood up and looked awkward.

”Moody, we never use deformation as a punishment!” Professor McGonagall said weakly, ”Professor Dumbledore must have told you?”

”Probably mentioned it.” Moody casually scratched his chin and said, ”But I think I have to scare and see what they are doing to the child.”