HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 141 Professor Moody

Lightning flashed across the night sky, and the students jumped out of the carriage that stopped in front of the stone steps and ran quickly into the hall.

Gloria entered the castle calmly, with Draco by her side.

As soon as I entered, I heard Professor McGonagall's roar, "Stop Peeves!"

Peeves, who was floating in the air, got a few balloons and dropped them down. When they exploded, it was found that they were full of water. The students who were already wet were now completely soaked. The marble steps were also wet. The students who were fleeing in a hurry even slipped, causing Peeves to slap his belly and laugh.

"They're already wet, aren't they?" he said, throwing balloons at the students.

Gloria pointed her wand, then waved it again, and the falling balloon hit Peeves, exploding and covering him with water.

"Ah--!" Peeves screamed and shook his body. He immediately saw Gloria and knew who she was.

Faced with such an overly naughty ghost, she pointed her wand at Peeves again, and with a slight sliding motion, Peeves' head slammed against the ceiling and his neck sank into his shoulder blades.

"Go away!"

Gloria cursed, and Peeves, who had 'lost' his neck, flew away in panic, "Terrible Slytherin..."

"Heh—" Draco laughed.

"Stopping a ghost's prank shouldn't be considered a violation of school rules, Professor McGonagall." Gloria slowly put away her wand.

"Of course not." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, "Come in, it's raining too hard outside."

The auditorium was still as splendid and majestic as ever, with thousands of candles floating in the air and golden plates and goblets sparkling. At this moment, the long tables of the four colleges were almost full, and the familiar professors were also sitting at the dining table. Only one seat was empty, and that was because the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was missing.

Draco said, "I don't know who was chosen to be the professor this year."

There happened to be an empty seat on the side facing away from Gryffindor, so they sat down. Gloria pulled all her hair back and said, "You'll know in a minute."

I looked up and saw dark clouds rolling over the ceiling and lightning flashing like forked tree branches.

As soon as they were seated, the door of the auditorium opened. Hagrid walked in at the front, leading the freshmen in as in previous years.

Poor freshmen this year, they seemed to be soaked after crossing the lake in such a heavy rain. They hugged their arms and shivered. As they walked to the front, the auditorium became quiet.

The Sorting Hat opened its brim and began to sing: "That was over a thousand years ago..."

Speaking of which, the Sorting Hat sang well. Everyone applauded enthusiastically when it was over. Gloria came up to Draco and said, "It's different from last year."

"Not only is it different from last year," Draco said, "it's different from the song I sang when I was sorted."

Gloria thought the Sorting Hat was very leisurely and elegant, spending a year thinking of a song to sing on the first day of school.

Professor McGonagall held the parchment in her hand and called out the first name.

The trembling boy sat on the high chair tremblingly, and when the Sorting Hat called out Ravenclaw, he quickly ran to the house table and sat down.

"Malcolm Bardock."

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat shouted.

A student was sorted into Slytherin so soon, and cheers broke out immediately. Fred and George were booing behind her. Gloria turned around, and the twins were stung by her eyes. They smiled thickly and stopped booing.

Bardock sat down stiffly, his curious eyes fixed on Gloria. The fourth-year student next to him noticed and said, "That's Gloria Slytherin, the descendant of the founder of our house."

"Slytherin..." Bardock said longingly.

Many students were extremely hungry and were eagerly waiting for the division to be over.

The last freshman was assigned to Hufflepuff. Headmaster Dumbledore stood up, smiling and opening his arms to welcome him. "You must be hungry after traveling in the rain." His deep voice echoed throughout the hall, "Eat."

Full plates of food appeared, and the sound of knives and forks clinking could immediately be heard in the auditorium, with everyone chewing their food in big mouthfuls.

Heavy rain was beating against the windows. It was pitch black outside. Occasionally lightning flashed across the sky, and only a few tree shadows could be seen.

The meal ended with dessert. The fruit pies and chocolate cake tasted delicious. Gloria stopped only after drinking a glass of lemon juice.

Looking at the professor's table again, that seat is still empty. Could it be that they haven't found a suitable candidate before the first day of school?

"Could it be that there's no one teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year?" Draco followed her gaze and saw the empty seat.

"How is that possible?" Gloria turned her gaze to Professor Snape. "If possible, our dean is even willing to teach two courses."

But think about it, it's impossible, unless Professor Snape can clone himself.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Draco said, "It's time to announce it."

When the plates and cups sparkled again, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up. Suddenly everyone stopped whispering, leaving only the sound of rain and the whistling wind.

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, would like to let everyone know that there are a few more prohibited items this year..." When he mentioned the entire list of about four hundred and thirty-seven items, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Next up are the rules regarding the Forbidden Forest and Hogsmeade.

"Also, I regret to inform you that there will be no Quidditch matches this year."

The students were very surprised that the most important competition in the school would not be held this year.

"A large-scale event will begin in October and last throughout the school year. The teachers will spend a lot of time and energy on it, but I believe you will have a lot of fun. I am happy to announce to you that this year Hogwarts..."

At this moment, accompanied by thunder, the door of the auditorium was knocked open.

A figure stood at the door, holding a cane and wearing a black cloak. Everyone looked at him.

I could only hear thumping sounds as his footsteps came. Only when I got closer could I see his face clearly. It was indeed quite scary. His face was almost completely covered with scars, his mouth was a weird, crooked cut, and the tip of his nose that should have been raised was gone.

The most disturbing thing is his eyes. One of them is still intact, but the other is a bright blue fake eye that rolls up and down and left and right, and can even turn inward, leaving only a white ball.

If the headmaster and professors were not present, the students would suspect that this might be a criminal who escaped from Azkaban.

The man shook hands with Headmaster Dumbledore, whispered a few words and went to the professor's table. He looked very alert, and kept looking at everyone with his real eyes and fake eyes. He turned the food on the plate back and forth, checking it several times before using his own tableware to eat.

"This is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore introduced happily, "Professor Moody."

He applauded after the introduction, but it seemed that his applause was the only one in the auditorium. The students and other teachers were all stunned. It was Hagrid who stretched out his big hand like a palm-leaf fan and clapped a few times in response.

"It's that lunatic, Mad-Eye Moody." Draco turned to Gloria and said, "He is a retired Auror. It is said that he would attack people for no reason, regardless of friend or foe. The Ministry of Magic made him retire."

Gloria stared at Professor Moody for a while and said, "That student is very dangerous. He can't tell friend from foe."

It would be terrible if we treated students as enemies.

"Maybe. We'll sit at the back of his class next time." Draco felt that the new professor was indeed dangerous.