After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 240 New Professor (1)

Lamia carefully avoided the kneazles in the woods. She chose a path that few people usually walked on. At night, the only sights here were the shiny green eyes of kneazles or some unknown animals.

But just as Lamia picked up a cattail that was blocking her way and threw it into the bushes, she suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the distance. The distance was too far away, and it sounded like a man's whisper.

Lamia's eyes flashed, and she quickly hid herself. She ran to this deserted place at night. Apart from Lamia, there were probably only those people left.

But what Lamia didn't expect was that as the footsteps got closer, she actually saw the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Moody, who was pouring something into his mouth.

Very strange.

Lamia didn't smell any alcohol on him, but the stuff was in a bottle.

Moody's fake eyeballs moved back and forth, as if scanning the surrounding environment for its owner, but Lamia was hidden enough that it might not be discovered even in the daytime, let alone in such a dark night.

Lamia followed Moody at a certain distance, but in the end he just returned to his office. Not to mention doing anything bad, he didn't even make any extra moves, as if his only purpose was to return to the office.

Everything is so normal.

Lamia didn't find any useful information, so she returned to the place where she had just met Moody. There was still no one there.

There seemed to be a lingering scent of Moody in the air, and through this, Lamia could vaguely discern the direction from which Moody had come. She sped in that direction, only to find herself back in the auditorium again.

There was no longer the light inside as there was a few hours ago, and even the elves who had been busy were now fast asleep.

Lamia entered the hall quietly. On the age line set by Dumbledore, she found Moody's footprints. It seemed that a spell was cast on it, and it was now restoring the damaged age line quickly and completely.

The moment Lamia looked over, everything had returned to its previous state, with no discernible change at all.

……

Lamia took her textbook - one of the few new textbooks prepared by Mrs. Weasley - and walked to the classroom. Today she was going to have Professor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

No matter what Lamia tried to explain what happened a few days ago, she couldn't convince herself. She always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity and disgust towards this new professor.

Lamia sighed. She never expected that she, a “person” who had lived for so long, would have to attend classes with a bunch of little brats.

"Get out of here! Annoying Malfoy!"

It was Ron's voice. Lamia looked over. There were no overlapping classes between their two colleges in the past few days, so this was the first time Lamia saw Ron in these days. He looked exactly the same as before, but his face was very angry.

Next to Ron stood Harry, who had the same expression.

Not surprisingly, Lamia noticed Draco standing across from her, and he was extremely pleased with himself.

Lamia walked over with the book and stood behind the crowd of onlookers. She still didn't understand what was happening.

"Go away, Malfoy," said Harry. "Don't be angry, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Draco said sarcastically. "So, please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the photo distorted?"

"And your mum, Malfoy?" said Harry - he had grabbed Ron by the back of his robes to stop him from lunging at Malfoy - "look at that look on her face, like she's got turds under her nose! Is she always like that, or does it only happen when she's with you?"

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult my mother, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth," Harry said, turning away.

Lamia waved at him. Harry was so exhausted from the surge of blood that he didn't even notice Lamia. He was busy trying to stop Ron, because Ron pounced on him again the next second.

Lamia was really worried that Hermione was not here at this time. How could Harry stop Ron? Sure enough, the next second, Lamia saw Ron swinging his fist and hitting Draco in the nose.

But Draco dodged, and his next move was towards Harry.

boom!

Several people screamed—Harry felt something white-hot brush against his cheek—and he reached into his robes for his wand, but before he could touch it there was another loud bang.

boom! Then a roar echoed through the foyer.

"Oh, don't do that, boy!"

Lamia watched as Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs, his wand in hand pointed at a snow-white ferret that shivered on the flagstones where Draco had stood.

Lamia shook her head, she already understood what was happening.

There was an eerie silence, and no one except Moody dared to move.

Moody turned to look at Harry - at least, his one good eye was looking at Harry; the other was bored into his head.

Lamia took a step back quietly. The situation was getting worse. Although she was now skeptical about Moody's safety, he was a professor after all, and this was Hogwarts.

Lamia and the others stood in a safe enough place, in front, where Moody had already started talking to Harry.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse.

"No," said Harry, "it missed."

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.

"Don't touch - what?" asked Harry, puzzled.

"Not you—him!" Moody roared again, raising his thumb over his shoulder at Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret but was frozen in fear.

Moody's eyes, which moved around constantly, seemed to have a magical power, allowing him to see things behind his head.

Moody began to limp towards Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, which gave a cry of fear and ducked away, heading towards the basement.

"I don't believe this!" Moody roared, pointing his wand at the ferret again - the ferret suddenly rose ten feet in the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and then suddenly rose again.

"I hate people who bite people in the back," Moody growled, as the ferret leaped higher and higher, shrieking in agony. "It's the filthiest, the meanest, the cowardly thing to do..."

The stoat leaped into the air, its legs and tail flailing wildly in despair.

"Never--do--that--again--" said Moody, blurting out a word each time the ferret dropped to the flagstones and suddenly jumped up again.

"Professor Moody!" said a surprised voice.

Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble stairs, holding a stack of books in her arms.