Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Malfoy's words made Harry so angry that if it weren't for Hermione and Ron to stop him, they could almost smash the plate in their hands.

"Are you trying to beg again? Malfoy?" Ivan slowly put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at Malfoy, a little helpless.

How many times have this happened?Malfoy always remembers eating or not, or is Harry really that attractive?

"You..." Malfoy's pale face flushed suddenly. He wanted to put down a few ruthless words so as not to lose his momentum, but when he saw that Ivan was showing signs of pulling out his wand, he immediately came to his mouth. The words were swallowed.

The previous lessons made him deeply understand the gap between the strengths of the two sides, and he was completely asking for trouble.

"I just came to congratulate Weasley's dad and the Azkaban fugitive on the newspaper..." Malfoy finally dared to add a weird sentence, and then angrily took his two followers and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Ivan said suddenly."That's all thanks to your dad taking the lead in making trouble during the World Cup, isn't it? Otherwise, it won't cause such a misunderstanding..."

"Nonsense!" Malfoy yelled loudly, with a panic on his face.

Harry also looked at Ivan in surprise, not understanding why he said that.

Ron looked excited, "Ivan, you must have found something, right? I knew Malfoy his father was not a good thing!"

Ivan ignored Ron, but kept paying attention to the changes in Malfoy's expression. Seeing the excited look of the other party, he became more affirmed of his previous guesses.

The chaos of the Quidditch World Cup was mostly planned by Lucius Malfoy...

"You are slander! My father stayed in the tent to sleep that night and he didn't go anywhere!" Malfoy yelled.

But his words were obviously not convincing, and Hermione quickly found the loopholes in it, and retorted sarcastically.

"Really? Your father is still sleeping in the tent after such a big mess? Then his heart is really big enough!"

Malfoy was speechless for a while, and he kept arguing after a long while."My dad usually sleeps a lot..."

"Don't try to lie to us, Malfoy! I heard that your father used to be a Death Eater, didn't he?" Ron gained power and continued to ask, even eavesdropping at home about the truth. The gossip news was told.

"When the mysterious person lost power, your father lied that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and he escaped by luck..."

"Death Eaters? Who is talking about Death Eaters?"

A hoarse voice suddenly interrupted the conversation of several people. Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, but it was Moody's limping from the other end of the auditorium to this side.

As Moody got closer and closer, the hideous scars on his face twitched from time to time, and the large blue magic eye on the left turned frequently left and right, sweeping across Harry, Ron, Malfoy and others. After that, he finally stopped on Ivan's body.

"I heard Death Eaters just now! Tell me, who actually said that?" Moody asked loudly.

Harry, Hermione, and Malfoy were all taken aback by Moody's excessive reaction. Ron's body was trembling and he didn't dare to say anything, because he couldn't figure out whether he was right or not, and he didn't know Moody's. What is his attitude.

Judging from the rumors he has heard about Moody these days, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor seems to have a problem with his brain. He is nervous all day, doubting everything around... The Ministry of Magic retired because Moody could no longer distinguish the difference between a normal handshake and an attack.

Ivan was thinking about it, ready to test Moody, but Malfoy was a step ahead.

"We were talking about Sirius Black...Professor! The running dog of the mysterious man, the escaped prisoner of Azkaban..." Malfoy's eyes grunted, and he gave Harry a ferocious look. Speak.

"Want to lie to me? You are still very tender, kid! I know that Black, he is not a Death Eater!" Moody roared loudly, his crutches in his hand paused heavily on the ground, making a dull sound. Interrupted Malfoy's words.

Moody patted his head without waiting for Malfoy to reply, as if he was thinking of something."Ah... I know who you are talking about, it's Lucius Malfoy!"

"Listen boy! I know your father Lucius, and I also know what virtue he is, such a person should stay in Azkaban!

You'd better not let me know that you and your father are of the same virtue, otherwise Azkaban will have to add another prisoner, and I will keep staring at you in school!"

Moody said threateningly, speaking sharply, not even considering that Malfoy was a fourteen-year-old kid.

"Are you threatening me?! You're done! I'm going to tell my dad to let him fire you!" Malfoy stepped back, looking at Moody in fear, and finally hit Gore and Claire directly. Body.

"Go! Kid... Go home and tell him! I want to see how much Lucius has the courage!" Moody spit in disdain.

Malfoy narrowed his mouth, not daring to refute at all, and hurried away with his two attendants.

Seeing Malfoy running away in a hurry, Ron couldn't help but laughed, and Harry said gratefully while looking at Moody.

"Thank you, professor!"

"It's okay, boy! Dumbledore asked me to look after you in school when he came to me. I can't let a Death Eater kid get too close to you! Who knows what crooked ideas are in his mind ..." Moody waved his hand and continued speaking in a low voice.

"I have seen some Death Eaters, what they do best is to disguise, put on a harmless look like humans and animals close to you, and then suddenly use the Killing Curse to sneak attack while you are not paying attention!

Harry, Ron, and Hermione felt that Malfoy didn't have the guts, but they were very useful for Moody's maintenance.

Several people even think of Lupin in the last school year, and their attitude towards Moody's has changed 180 degrees, at least not because of some rumors and the hideous scars on Moody's face.

Ivan didn’t let down his vigilance just because of Moody’s words of defense.

In his opinion, even the name he saw on the map of Live Point yesterday was not enough to confirm the identity of the other party 100%.

So after Moody’s arrival, Ivan looked at the old Auror who was over 60 years old in front of him, especially glanced around Moody’s waist, trying to find the possibility, full of The hip flask of compound decoction...