Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 261, page 259: That demonic eye can see through clothing.

It started raining heavily outside the castle, and soon the drizzle turned into a downpour, accompanied by occasional thunder and strong winds.

But this had no effect whatsoever on the young wizards sitting inside the castle.

The Sorting Ceremony ended quickly, and Dumbledore, seemingly not intending to wait for the new wizards, announced that dinner would begin.

One by one, exquisite, delicious, and steaming hot dishes appeared on the long table.

These were all made by the house-elves of Hogwarts Castle.

Just as Dudley cut off a small lamb chop and was about to enjoy it, the restaurant door was rudely pushed open.

All the teachers and students turned to look outside the door.

A wizard with thinning hair and an older appearance appeared outside the restaurant door, soaking wet and looking like he had been caught in a lot of rain.

He held a heavy cane in his hand, each tap on the ground producing a dull thud and leaving a puddle of water.

His eye, or more precisely, his left eyeball, not only bulged outwards but also darted around in all directions like a surveillance camera, making it look quite frightening.

His face looked scarred and rotten, especially around his nose, where a large chunk of flesh was missing.

Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror, is an old wizard who made great contributions to the Ministry of Magic. He personally arrested half of the prisoners in Azkaban.

Moody's face was expressionless, devoid of joy or anger, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay. He walked limping toward the professor's seat in front of all the teachers and students, seemingly oblivious to their presence.

The young wizards, especially the newly enrolled first-year students, were intimidated by his imposing presence and didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

"Hermione, it's a bit cold in here. Put this on."

The moment the one-eyed wizard pushed open the door, Dudley thoughtfully draped an overcoat over Hermione's shoulders.

The reason?

According to the lore, Mad-Eye Moody's strangely active left eye is not a normal eyeball, but an artificial demon eye.

He can see through everything around him, including walls, clothing, the back of his own head, and even invisibility cloaks.

Theoretically speaking, all the young wizards present were completely naked in front of him.

Fortunately, this guy wasn't a pervert or a gentleman (pervert).

Hmm. The guy playing the role of 'Moody' now is probably just a madman.

Moody glanced around, and when his gaze finally landed on Daryl—or rather, on him and Hermione—he paused for a half-second.

His "magic eyes," which could see through disguises, had failed.

Moody didn't know why this was happening, but now was clearly not the time to talk about it. After looking around, he immediately walked over to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stepped forward and warmly greeted his "old friend".

If there were truly no other suitable candidate, he wouldn't have bothered asking his old friend to come out of retirement; at his age, staying home and resting is the best option for him.

Well, the main reason is that Moody's does things in an extreme way.

"Let me introduce you all. This is Alastor Moody, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"If any upperclassmen want to become Aurors, they can learn from Professor Moody."

As Dumbledore introduced himself, thunderous applause erupted in the restaurant.

Moody's unique entrance attracted the attention of many young wizards.

Many of the young wizards who knew about his deeds began to murmur among themselves.

He was an elite wizard among the Aurors, a paragon of military service, and made countless contributions to the Ministry of Magic, capturing too many dark wizards to count.

Many young wizards were filled with excitement, especially the Gryffindors who wished they could join Moody in capturing dark wizards and aspired to become Aurors after graduation.

But no matter how strong or powerful someone is, whether they can teach others is another matter entirely.

Everyone is very curious about the teaching methods of this new professor, a former elite Auror.

As long as it's at 50% of Professor Lu Ping's level, that's fine, even 30% will do.

The young wizards have lowered the professor's requirements again and again.

How does even the worst professor compare to Lockhart?

Fourth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class is held on Friday mornings, during which they also study other subjects for the entire week.

The spell classes and transfiguration classes are okay for now, with the same hand gestures and tone explanations. Apart from learning new spells, there's nothing special about them.

But the afternoon's magical creature protection class was quite exciting.

Hagrid brought in a whole bunch of strange creatures.

It was a slimy, grayish-white creature, with its head obscured, resembling a large, shell-less lobster.

Most importantly, this thing constantly reeks of rotten fish and shrimp.

Fried whelk.

A completely new species bred from a human-headed lion-bodied scorpion-tailed beast and a fire crab.

The key issue is that Hagrid hasn't had time to register with the Ministry of Magic, which theoretically constitutes illegal breeding. If the Ministry of Magic's regulations are strictly followed, Hagrid could go to Azkaban eight times a year.

Hagrid was overjoyed and had the young wizards form small groups to adopt a Blasttail as part of their magical creature conservation class this semester.

Judging from his tone, he hoped that the young wizards would turn it into a growth diary.

By the way, although the Ministry of Magic has not yet determined the danger level of the Blasttail, it is certain that its danger level is 4X. It is quite aggressive towards people, and even if the young wizards are facing a group of cubs, it can still be very dangerous if things go wrong.

This amazing creature that reproduces across species has one characteristic: it's not very intelligent. The direct manifestation of this is that it will even attack its owner when it goes berserk.

Most importantly, this thing has a terrible temper; it will even attack, kill, and eat its own kind.

Aside from Hagrid, who thought the Blasttail was an overly cute and amusing creature, the other young wizards weren't particularly fond of it.

There's nothing he can do about it; Hagrid's favorite things are dangerous.

"Look, these little cuties."

Hagrid was teasing a young blast-tailed snail with a piece of frog liver, but the snail not only didn't appreciate it, it also spewed a small burst of explosive flames from its tail, which landed right on the back of Hagrid's hand. The flames and explosion burned off all the hair on Hagrid's hand, but he was amused by it.

Seeing this, the young wizards behind them all retreated. They weren't Hagrid; they didn't have such thick skin. If this stuff had sprayed on their hands, they would have suffered at least a moderate burn.

Dali, however, seemed to be deep in thought as he looked at the fried snail.

Adult Blasttails are quite powerful, growing to a height of ten feet (three meters). Their armor can reflect spells, and they can also spew explosive flames from their tails.

I just don't know if the Bombtail is immune to the Soul-Stealing Curse.

Otherwise, forming a squad composed of blasting snails would also be extremely destructive.

Bad temper, high aggression, and inability to distinguish friend from foe are all nothing in the face of the Imperius Curse.

The days of studying go by quickly, and before I knew it, it was Friday.

Today is Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

(End of this chapter)