The next morning, Harry woke up groggy, in a sleepwalking state. When he woke up, he found himself sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The classroom was noisy, and people came one after another. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown walked in arm in arm. When Parvati saw Harry, she glared at him fiercely and said loudly, "I have an appointment with Aiden to go out and play together next weekend in Hogsmeade." Lavender

asked with interest, "Is it the Beauxbatons boy who danced with you at the ball?"

"That's right." Parvati said loudly, glanced at Harry arrogantly, and walked past them.

Since the ball, she has been very cold to Harry. Every time she saw Harry, she would turn her head away very hard, leaving him only the back of her head. Harry wanted to ask Ron if he encountered the same situation, but thinking that Padma was not in the same college as them, he had to give up.

"You should have paid more attention to her at the ball. You see... now it's your retribution." Hermione covered her face with a thick book and said sullenly.

"But she was having a great time." Harry said stubbornly.

He glanced back secretly. Parvati and Lavender sat in the back two rows of seats, talking and laughing. He couldn't see anything unusual. Lavender took out a thick book from her bag and showed it to Parvati mysteriously.

"I ordered it through Owl Mail. It's really nice..."

In the last few minutes before class, a smug voice came from outside the door:

"It's called that - the Magic Gramophone. It was placed in the living room of our house the day after it was on the market. When you listen to music, you can see the Weird Sisters hovering above your head. To be honest, my mother doesn't like them. They are too noisy... But there's no way. This is the only one we have for now."

Draco Malfoy said regretfully and walked into the classroom surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle. He looked around and deliberately showed a surprised expression when he saw Harry: "Hey, Potter! Didn't you sleep well last night? Or did you put on smoky makeup?"

His two followers grinned and pointed at Harry's dark circles.

Harry clenched his fists, and Ron hurriedly pulled him back, "Don't be impulsive, Harry, he's waiting for you to do this! You just need to touch him lightly with your little finger, and he'll have an excuse to attack..."

"You've become less courageous," Draco said in a drawling tone. He walked over and lowered his head to look at Harry, and whispered in a very low voice, "I learned a few more magics this holiday, Potter... It's not a small fight. I found a notebook in my grandfather's house. Maybe we can find a time to try it..."

"What do you want to say?" Harry said in anger.

"Oh, I forgot," Draco said maliciously, "Your old home was bombed into ruins, and there is no inheritance. Maybe you can ask the Weasley next to you? If his family is not so poor that they can sell these things for a good meal..."

"Do you want to duel, Malfoy?" Harry asked him angrily, "Or report Filch under the guise of a duel, just like you did in your first year? You can do such a thing, right? Can't you show some courage!"

Draco blushed palely.

"See you at the Duelling Club, Potter." He left in a hurry.

Harry looked at his back and trembled with anger. "Ignore him, Harry," Hermione raised her head from a thick book and said calmly, "He has provoked you three times in a row recently. You know why."

"He must have learned some dark magic, Harry, you have to be careful." Ron was also very angry.

Harry's anger was extinguished in an instant. Of course, he knew the reason. Snape taught the two classes last week. If there was a conflict, it was obvious who Snape would side with. This made Draco even more arrogant.

Especially in the first class last week, Draco secretly showed him a badge and told Harry with regret that if the other badges had not been confiscated, he would give one to each Slytherin student to show his support for the real warrior team of Hogwarts.

If Neville had not maintained his usual sensitivity to Snape's aura and issued a warning in advance to resolve the danger, he might have been detained and deducted points.

The bell rang, and the students sat down obediently, waiting for a fluttering black robe to come in. At this time, they heard the distinctive "tap-tap" sound of wood hitting the floor, and many young wizards (mostly Gryffindors) widened their eyes in joy.

"I never thought I would be so eager to see Professor Moody's face as I am now." Ron muttered, and Harry secretly agreed.

Moody appeared at the door, looking as scary as usual, but many students cheered softly. He stood at the door and scanned the surroundings, and the blue magic eyes in his eye sockets kept turning.

The classroom quickly became quiet.

Moody walked to the podium with difficulty on crutches, put the crutches and a stack of parchment tucked in his arm on the table, pulled out his wand (the students' expressions were stern), and waved it lightly, and a roster flew out from the drawer of the podium.

"You should have heard that I was controlled by someone last semester. A despicable person disguised himself as me and taught you." Moody said hoarsely. The classroom was silent. They had heard something, but no one dared to be sure. "

They confused my brain and made me think everything was normal. I spent a semester in a daze until Christmas night. The Death Eaters hiding in the school were exposed and decided to get rid of me before leaving... I was lying on the bed, no different from a corpse, and did not respond to any sounds in the room. Thanks to the two students who delayed time, otherwise I would have died in my sleep, and died in vain..." Moody said softly, looking at Harry and Ron. Harry felt that his face was not so scary anymore.

"In order to cure me, your Professor Hepp tried many ways, but... some memories were still lost, so I decided to get to know you again."

He shook his head, shook the long gray hair away from his twisted and scarred face, and began to call the roll.

The classroom was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere. When Moody called the roll, the students whose names were called raised their hands one by one to answer. Moody on the podium seemed to see them for the first time, and his fake eyes stared at them one by one.

After the roll call, Moody picked up the crutches on the podium, limped around in the classroom, and said in a hoarse voice:

"In the next few classes, I will tell you about my experience in the past six months. This is a good example. You seem to think that dark wizards are too far away from you, but the facts prove that you have been with an evil dark wizard day and night for half a year. He disguised himself as a lonely, unsociable retired old man - a smart move! I will talk about these later, and I will tell you the details I remember without reservation."

"There is only one thing you have to do, go back and think carefully about what is the reason for you to be alive now?"

"Professor, what did you say?" Lavender Brown said in astonishment.

"I say," Moody waved his rough big hand, his magic eyes fixed on her, "Take a moment to ask yourself a question. A powerful dark wizard could have drawn his wand and pointed it at your nose and recited the Killing Curse at any time in the past six months.

And the fact is that you are still safe and sound, right, Miss Lavender?"