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Chapter 605: The Complaining Mad-Eye

Andrew didn't know what was going on in the Ministry of Magic, but the Examination Authority would not let anyone off the hook.

So, he laughed at the Slytherin students without any scruples, and told his roommates about Ms. Marchbank's qualifications and pointed out an excellent reference - "A Legend".

So his roommates went out happily to look down on the Slytherin students, leaving Bell alone with a bitter face as he stuffed two more books into the box.

Andrew expressed his endless ridicule for Bell's behavior of believing everything he heard, then leisurely left the dormitory and went out for a stroll.

Many plans for this semester were stillborn, but the most important plan was finally successful, and we are just waiting for the data to be sent back when we return.

Magic can be used outside the star, which makes him feel at ease and he is no longer upset about the things that failed.

When the Hogwarts Express started moving, Andrew discovered that Hal's fighting ability was extraordinary - at present, the entire Hogwarts Express was a mockery of Slytherin's shallow knowledge. A legendary passage about Professor Marchbanks's assessment of Dumbledore was once again dug up as a basis for mockery.

This resulted in the Hogwarts Express being unusually joyful from the moment it started driving, with laughter everywhere.

The students also discovered something that was very worthy of everyone’s joy—the Hogwarts Express had been modified at some point, and a dream bead for playing music was placed in each compartment.

Although it was just a Quidditch match held the day before yesterday, it gave the students a great surprise, and even the number of people visiting the boxes decreased a lot.

Andrew's box was no exception - but when Andrew was watching happily, the door of their box was knocked open.

"Good afternoon, Roger, what's up?"

Ender put down the pumpkin cake and looked at the Quidditch captain of his own house.

"Ah, good afternoon, Andrew, Professor Moody wants to see you."

Roger nodded, then asked bluntly, "Can I have some cake?"

"Help yourself to eat. I'll be on my way."

Andrew nodded, walked around Bell, and left the box - he definitely wouldn't dare to eat when he came back anyway. He had been guarding for a whole school year, and if he was sold out by Roger in the end, he would be doomed.

"That's strange. Why would Professor Moody ask me to do something? Even if there is something, you can talk to the prefects. I have nothing to do with the Death Eaters."

Andrew shook his head, really unable to figure it out, and finally went to the professors' box in confusion.

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"Good afternoon, professor."

Andrew looked at Professor Moody's scarred face and suddenly remembered the transformation that Mr. Flamel was still undergoing - it stands to reason that black magic refuses to reconstruct limbs, but Mr. Flamel's method seemed to be able to circumvent it?
Alchemical activation is not easy to do overall, but maybe if you can get an alchemical activation leg or something, that would be much easier.

"I'll think about that when I have a clue. My alchemy skills are not good enough to make this cake."

He suppressed his thoughts and looked at the old Auror seriously, waiting for an explanation.

"Good afternoon, Taylor."

Professor Moody's voice was as hoarse as ever. "I seem to have encountered something extraordinary."

"Something extraordinary?"

Andrew was stunned for a moment, and his hand naturally fell on the wand.

"Nice reaction, Taylor. Although you've been busy with a lot of messy things this semester, you've still trained well in combat."

Professor Moody praised Andrew loudly, without any anxiety on his face.

He learned all this through observation and imitation - he has taken a lot of practical classes this semester, and it seems the results are quite good so far.

"But what's the weird thing?"

Andrew slowly put his hand down, looking puzzled.

It's not a fight, so what's so strange about it?

Can we expect a practical talent like Professor Moody to come up with some remarkable scientific research? This is not impossible, but Professor Moody has no tendency to develop in this direction.

“It’s my job.”

Professor Moody took a sip of water from his portable flask and said with some doubt, "There's a big problem with it."

"Big question? Professor, you cast a spell on a student?"

"Not today."

...

"Are there any curses or anything these days?"

"No, it's me who's weird, not the course."

Professor Moody spread his hands and said, "I am very satisfied with the course. I have also seen many outstanding young people. The assessment results this year are also good. The Auror finally recruited a new blood. The Ministry and Professor McGonagall are very happy."

What could be the problem?

"It's a matter of years of service. I thought I would go to a hospital or something like that with the other professors, and then retire happily."

Moody waved his hand. "But strangely, the curse that has been doing evil for a long time seems to have suddenly lost its effect, causing me to have to postpone my retirement plan. When Albus asked me to come here, I agreed to be a serious professor for a year, but now it seems that I have to continue working for another year."

???

Andrew was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became sharp.

Yes, after he finished being busy with this and that, he thought of this outrageous thing for the first time!

Professor Moody has been a professor for a full year now, nothing has happened to him, and he is intact... well, exactly the same as when the school started, at most he lost a few hairs and maintained that for the entire year!
"Merlin's beard, I was busy in the middle, but I attended most of the classes and didn't even notice this problem!"

Andrew's expression suddenly became tense, "What did Professor Dumbledore say?"

"Albus told me not to think too much about it, to come back for the summer vacation, and then continue working. On the way back, he asked me to discuss this matter with you."

Professor Moody looked like he wanted to curse—which was completely understandable.

But now is not the time to understand.

"Sorry, Professor, please be nice."

Andrew quickly looked around the room and confirmed that everything was fine. "I have to go out for a while, Professor."

"Well, go ahead. I still need to think about it. That curse is a bit strange."

Professor Moody continued to think, but Andrew was sweating a little.

He rushed towards the prefect's box and knocked on the door.

"There's no time to explain. Everyone, stand up and follow my instructions!"

Andrew spoke bluntly to all the prefects - the current prefects were all appointed as prefects by his supervision.

"Arrange personnel to conduct a thorough inspection of each compartment to prevent anyone from burning firecrackers or casting powerful magic on the train."

“Arrange personnel to communicate with the driver to prevent accidents.”

"Check targets along the way to prevent track problems!"

"Students are prohibited from running around or fighting!"

Andrew gave orders quickly as if he was facing a great enemy - it was scary!

(End of this chapter)