Chapter 542 (1/2)

Nobody expected Moody's return, the former Auror, whose name had just been mentioned in Malfoy's mouth.

It can be said that the people who play Moody's are really dedicated.

They prepared a lot of things in advance.

Moody's actions, Moody's character, Moody's words and deeds have already disgusted moody to the black wizard.

The old Auror has been fighting against the black magic, to be sure, Mudi is more authentic than crouch.

He only targets black sorcerers, and magic, he treats them equally as much as possible.

If he doesn't agree, he takes out his wand directly, which is in line with his identity.

Moody's naturally knows where the family is.

If Lucius is standing here now, Fanlin thinks that Moody's use is not the transfiguration curse, the arming curse, or the coma curse, or simply put an end to Lucius

”Don't move...” Moody yelled.

”Don't move - what?” Said Harry suspiciously.

”It's not about you - it's about him!” Moody growled. He looked very angry.

You can't imagine how a guy with a prosthetic leg can walk so fast, even though he looks limping.

Moody's strides past, his palms around his shoulders and reach for Clara in the back.

Clara was about to pick up the ferret, but when he saw Moody's hand, he froze. He was very natural.

Malfoy, Clara and Goyle, these families have a deep source of awe for moody's.

Moody's rolling eyes magically penetrate his head to see what's going on behind him.

Moody walks up to Clara, Goyle and the ferret.

The ferret let out a terrible scream and began to run towards the dungeon.

”How can this be done?” Moody growled, and his wand pointed again at the ferret - it flew ten feet into the air, slapped him, and then bounced up again.

”I don't like people who attack behind the enemy,” roared Modi, screaming in pain as the mink bounced higher and higher.

”Obnoxious, cowardly, despicable practices...” The ferret was flying in the air, its legs and tail waving helplessly.

”Don't do it again!” Moody said word by word, and the ferret dropped him heavily, then bounced into the air.

”Professor moody!” Exclaimed a surprised voice.

Professor McGonagall was walking down the stairs, folding his books.

”Hello, Professor McGonagall.” Moody said calmly, shooting the ferret higher and higher.

”You What are you doing Asked Professor McGonagall, with his eyes fixed on the bouncing and falling ferret.

”Teaching.” Moody's said.

”Teach Teaching Professor moody, then Is that a student? ” Professor McGonagall screamed and his book fell to the ground.

”In a way, yes.” Moody said, controlling Malfoy to spin and jump in mid air.

Then Moody's began to laugh.

Everyone laughed. It was very interesting. No one went to Professor McGonagall.

Moody looked happy, too. He took two quick steps, then pulled carat's pants open, just to expand a space, and then the ferret fell in.

There's more laughter, and there's nothing more joyous than that.

”Come on!” Cried Professor McGonagall. She ran down the stairs and took out her wand.

A quarter of an hour later, with a crash, Draco Malfoy returned to his original form, curled up on the floor, his golden hair as if he had just been spoiled, and his face was pale, and it seemed that the experience in his pants was not so wonderful.

Malfoy stood up and drew back.