HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 143 Same Review

In the Care of Magical Creatures class, when the Slytherin students arrived, the Gryffindor students had already gathered in front of Hagrid's hut, pointing at several open boxes and chattering, with disgust on their faces.

"They are coming—"

Hagrid happily called out to them to hurry up, but a group of students just rolled their eyes in response.

Just as Gloria approached the box, a strange rattling sound came from inside. Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Hagrid loved to raise some weird things. Last year, the first lesson was the Hippogriff, and this year it would probably be not much different.

"What is this?" She wanted to lean forward to take a look, but she smelled a rotten fish odor.

"Exploding Skrewt."

Someone saw clearly what was in the box. It looked like a lobster without its shell, with many sticky-looking legs.

"How disgusting!" he said and stepped back quickly.

Hagrid didn't care about their disdain, "They are newly hatched. It is important that you raise them."

Draco endured the stench and moved closer. He knew what the exploding-tailed skrewt inside looked like and said coldly, "Why do you want to raise it?" In the past, when feeding animals, he would tell them their uses, but this time he just said it was very important.

"What's the point of raising them? What do you mean by important?" Draco asked clearly because he was afraid that Hagrid wouldn't understand.

The strange thing was that Hagrid was stumped by the question. He looked visibly nervous and seemed to be trying desperately to organize his words. Harry and the others beside him were eagerly waiting for his explanation.

"Maybe it's not the time to tell us yet." Gloria also saw the appearance of the Exploding-Tailed Snail. No wonder everyone disliked it so much.

Hagrid looked like he was rescued. "Right! It's not time yet. Anyway, you guys should feed them well today. Try what they like to eat. I have prepared all the food."

Not only are the prepared animals disgusting, but even the food that the blasted-tailed skrewts eat is hard to describe.

Draco didn't want to get close to these things. "They don't even look like they have heads. Can they eat?"

A Slytherin student took a pair of tongs and threw some frog livers in. The skrewts twisted their bodies and swallowed the livers with some unknown part of their bodies.

Gloria: “…”

Not long after, Dean from Gryffindor was injured by a blasting-tailed skrewt. Hagrid went over nervously and found that Dean's hand was burned.

Draco pulled Gloria further away from the box, "Why do you keep these? You don't even want to tell me."

Gloria beside him smiled mysteriously, pulled his arm, motioned for her ear to come closer, and whispered a few words, "Triwizard Tournament."

The boy understood immediately, and then began to feel dissatisfied. They were asked to take care of animals that could be used in the competition? !

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I had just seen the exploding-tailed skrewt in the morning, and in the afternoon's herbal medicine class I had to squeeze the pus out of the babo tuber. After class, I immediately returned to the lounge to change clothes.

When she came out, Gloria was already sitting on the sofa. Draco smelled her body out of concern to make sure there was no trace of pungent gasoline smell.

"Why is it that all the things I come into contact with this semester are disgusting?"

Gloria shook his outstretched hand and said, "This is study content. There is nothing we can do about it. Let's go to the auditorium quickly."

Many students were surging in the entrance hall. Crabbe and Goyle squeezed in from the crowd, holding up the Daily Prophet excitedly, "Draco, there's an interesting report in the newspaper today!"

Crabbe handed him the newspaper and Draco flipped it open, and Gloria looked over as well.

When I saw the name Rita Skeeter, I knew it was not a good thing. As expected, the title was very eye-catching. [New Trouble at the Ministry of Magic]

The fire was directed at Mr. Arthur Weasley. The report said that the Quidditch World Cup was not over yet, and Arnold Weasley had caused new trouble.

"What Arnold?" Draco suspected that the last name was written wrong, but after looking at the photo of the Weasleys below, he knew that the name was wrong.

Gloria continued reading. She hadn't expected that the incident of the magic car two years ago had been uncovered. Then she talked about this incident, about Professor Moody. He was too vigilant and accidentally triggered the alarm, which attracted the police from the Muggle world.

Mr. Weasley dealt with the extremely aggressive trash can and then changed the police's memory.

In the report, Rita Skeeter describes in a highly provocative manner how the wizarding world was almost exposed to the Muggle world by retired Aurors and Ministry officials.

Gloria frowned after reading the report. The reporter deliberately distorted the truth in order to attract attention.

But I also understood why Professor Moody came so late on the first day of school.

"He's our professor, no wonder he came so late yesterday, it turns out he was confused at home." Draco sneered and mocked, "How dare you invite such an old fool to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

The Weasleys in the newspaper were very reserved, standing in front of their house.

Crabbe pointed at the photo and chuckled, "Can people live in a place like this?"

Draco focused on the description of Professor Moody and read the second paragraph of the report carefully.

"Draco, this is so funny." Goyle pointed at the photo, wondering why he didn't join in making fun of the Weasleys like before.

The boy folded up the newspaper and slapped it on them, "I'm already in fourth grade. I have more important things to do."

The two bodyguards were stunned by what they said, but they didn't dare to refute. Gloria was standing nearby.

"I'm not old and confused." Professor Moody, with a scary face, appeared with a cane, his fake eyes fixed on Draco, "As a student, you should respect your professors, especially a young wizard like you..."

He suddenly emerged from the crowd, and the students around him consciously made way for him and tried to stay as far away from him as possible.

"What's your background?" Gloria asked, looking him straight in the face.

Professor Moody opened his mouth but said nothing. His fake eyes rolled around and he remembered that there were students all around him and it would not be appropriate to talk about the You-Know-Who or the Death Eaters in such an occasion. Besides, Lucius had not been convicted in the first place.

He put his hands on the crutches, and his face, which was covered with hideous scars, became even more distorted. "Nothing."

"Now that Professor Moody has finished speaking, let's go in first." Gloria did not ask any further questions. After all, Draco had also said that he was old and confused, so it was better to just let the matter go.

Draco passed by Professor Moody and met his eyes. The other's gaze made him very uncomfortable.

When they got to the auditorium and sat down, Gloria grabbed the boy's sleeve and whispered in his ear, "His fake eye has a very sophisticated magic. In the future, just listen to his class with a normal attitude. He can see any small movement."

They had already understood the other meaning of Moody's unspoken words, which were nothing more than Lucius's former identity. In this situation, they could not let the other party find any evidence to punish them.

"I see." Draco's pale face turned a little more red. "I don't like the look in his eyes, but will it affect you?"

After all, Gloria is his girlfriend, and she will definitely stand up to protect him when something happens.

"There is no such thing as a hindrance." The girl looked at him with her silver eyes, "Professor Moody is also very careful with me."

Draco curled his lips, "After so many years, he just won't give up."

Gloria thought about Moody's strange temperament. He should be righteous, but he exuded a dark aura. Was it caused by mental problems?