"Professor Hep, I advise you to mind your own business," Moody said calmly, "He needs a lesson. Attacking someone from behind is the dirtiest and most despicable behavior..."

"That makes sense," said Felix, "but Hogwarts has not punished students like this for a long time. I suggest sending him to Professor Snape for detention."

"Snape?" Moody showed a contemptuous expression, "Yeah, Snape... I bet he doesn't want to see me... But I'm looking forward to having a good chat with him, it's a good idea!"

He pointed his wand at the ferret, and Felix stepped forward, "Oh, I think you should leave it to me."

Bang!

A burning spell hit the golden magic barrier, splashing golden and red sparks, Moody's wand was dazzling, and the red light shone on the twitching half of his face.

"Professor Moody," Felix said softly, "you used a Stunning Charm."

"Try your ability, boy!" Moody roared, and the spell condensed into a beam of light. "Dumbledore praised you highly, but people like us always believe that seeing is believing."

"This is a rare thing." Felix frowned and the power of the Shield Charm in front of him increased accordingly. He had a good impression of Moody. It was better to have a decent person in school than an inexplicable liar or dark wizard. Moody was also a supporter and friend of Dumbledore.

But

he was really crazy. Severus advised him not to get involved in trouble, but trouble still came.

The students stepped back a few steps, but more people gathered around, and they looked at this scene with shock. Last year, Snape and Lupin smashed the office to pieces, but no one knew about it. Now it was different. The two professors fought openly!

"Hurry up and call someone over! Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Snape... whoever it is!" Hermione shouted in panic.

Some students had already seen the situation and called for help. A Slytherin prefect ran down the hall and ran straight to the basement. "I'm going to find Professor Snape!" he shouted hurriedly.

"You can't do this, kid!" Moody seemed to have regained his composure, and even had the leisure to shout to the people around him. He shouted, "Stand back a little, this is a rare opportunity. Let me show you how real wizards fight."

"Sorry, Professor Moody. I'm not as... indifferent to the impact as you are." Felix said.

He actually wanted to use the word "crazy", but at this time, it was not good to provoke Moody. Who knows if Moody will suddenly get serious during the fight? Anyway, Felix would not admit defeat on purpose.

The young wizards watching found that the color of Professor Hep's spell was getting darker and more terrifying. It didn't look like the Armored Spell, but more like a rusty iron sheet, or a tattered shield that was bought from somewhere. It might have been buried for many years, but no one would doubt that it was stained with blood.

Its color was a mixture of dark red and iron gray, and its shape was twisted, with a brass luster at the broken edge.

"What kind of magic is this!" The young wizards gasped and were stunned. Professor Hep's magic looked a little evil... but it was also very powerful.

They thought that only other professors could stop this sudden dispute, but the situation on the field changed immediately. Felix didn't intend to continue the stalemate. The collision of a spell could be called a competition, but if it was jumping up and down and throwing evil spells back and forth, what was that?

He turned his wand, and the dark red and iron gray Armored Spell quickly softened, like blood, flowing on the surface. A small point protruded from the shield, like a series of small snakes that entangled Moody's powerful Stunning Spell.

Moody's intact eye widened, and the other magic eye spun around. What was this? He felt something was wrong and wanted to cut off the spell, but this connection was no longer something he could cut off by himself.

Felix quietly invaded his magic, and the two wands were now forcibly connected together.

The laser-like blazing beam was gradually stained with iron gray and dark red colors, spots, like a child scratching on a beautiful railing with paint. At present, the handprint was getting closer and closer to Moody.     All this happened in a short time. The students could still hear the messy footsteps of the prefect running to the basement, but anyone could see that he might not need to call for help. Even Niffler Valen,

who was     covering his eyes, looked at Moody across the street blatantly, humming and waving his hands.     "Professor Moody, I just want to end this pointless dispute."     "You are kidding!" Moody gritted his teeth, "Let go!"     "Okay, right away..." Felix agreed gently, but he did not let go, instead he accelerated the speed of the invasion.     Moody's face became more and more ugly, and half of his face twitched more violently. The magic eye in his eye socket turned like an owl in a cage, but soon, he showed an imperceptible smile. Someone is coming     "Felix! Professor Moody! What are you doing..." McGonagall's surprised voice sounded, the books she was holding fell to the ground, she hurried over, pulled out her wand, but didn't know what to do, and was anxious on the side.     "Let go, Professor Hep, I admit your strength." Moody said calmly, without a trace of madness in his eyes.     Felix shrugged. With Professor McGonagall here, there should be no fight now. He waved his wand, and the strong magic fluctuations subsided. Moody withdrew his wand and took two steps back.     Everyone stared blankly at the beam of light that lingered in the air. After losing the magic power of both parties, the beam of light rusted and turned into ash, peeling off bit by bit, with a kind of frightening beauty.     McGonagall stared at the traces of magic left in the air, and was speechless for a long time. She looked at the two people and said unhappily: "Can anyone tell me what's going on? Two professors are fighting in broad daylight. Such an outrageous thing has never happened in Hogwarts!"     Neither of them spoke first. Moody hadn't thought of an excuse yet, and Felix couldn't say that the new professor was worthy of being an iron-blooded Auror, who started fighting at the slightest disagreement.     McGonagall's eyes became more and more dangerous, her lips pursed into a slit, and her chest swelled up like an angry balloon.     Harry felt that he had a responsibility to explain the situation. After all, it was caused by the quarrel between him, Ron and Malfoy, but he suddenly saw the Niffler on Professor Happ's shoulder stretched out a small hand and pointed at the ferret below.     Mag noticed the Niffler's movements. She actually had some complaints about Felix raising a Niffler, but there had been no rumors of missing items in the castle yet,     so she decided to wait and see. Her eyes fell on the ferret, and she was a little confused. The little thing was pretty, with a white body, but it looked very timid. Its two front paws tightly grasped Felix's trouser legs, and it didn't escape in the fierce magic battle just now.

If the Niffler was Felix's pet and they were close, then what about this ferret?

Harry reminded awkwardly, "It's Malfoy."

"What?"

"That ferret, he's Draco Malfoy." Harry repeated.

"Oh, my God!" McGonagall looked at the ferret in surprise. Felix waved his wand, and with a loud crack, Draco Malfoy was restored.

He said apologetically, "I forgot about you."