Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 326 Mad-Eye Moody

Chapter 327 Mad-Eye Moody

This year's freshmen arrived much later than in previous years. They had been waiting in the auditorium for ten minutes, but there was still no sign of the doors being opened.

But it's not hard to understand; with such heavy rain outside, crossing the river safely is no easy task, and it's perfectly normal to be delayed.

Harry and Ron, who were bored nearby, were discussing the professor.

There were quite a few empty seats in the faculty section. Dumbledore had just arrived, Professor McGonagall was waiting for new students outside, and there was one more empty seat.

"Where is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

Clearly, that empty seat was for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

No professor in this position lasts more than two semesters; they've gotten used to meeting a new professor at the freshman orientation.

"Hasn't Headmaster Dumbledore found anyone willing to take the position?" Harry asked.

"Possibly." Ron nodded seriously. "Now all wizards know that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is a cursed one, one that no normal person would want to take."

"If that's the case," Harry thought of something, and his eyes began to light up.

"How about we go to Headmaster Dumbledore and suggest inviting Professor Lupin back? He'd definitely be willing to take the position."

"Impossible."

Before Ron could speak, Siron shook his head and said, "Professor Lupin resigned not because of Dumbledore, but because most parents wouldn't agree to have a werewolf as a teacher. Even Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't change that."

Harry's face showed disappointment.

He understood the principles, but he just liked Professor Lupin, who was also the only professor who had taught them anything truly valuable.

"We've already had two unreliable professors in a row," Harry sighed. "Hopefully, we won't have another 'Lockhart' this year. I don't want to keep doing those ridiculous stage plays."

"Probably not," Siren said.

He glanced at the enchanted ceiling above him. Outside, a storm raged, black and purple clouds churned, a bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling, followed by a clap of thunder.

At that moment, the auditorium doors opened, and Professor McGonagall led a long line of freshmen to the front of the auditorium. They were soaking wet and dripping water, looking as if they had swum directly from the Black Lake.

"Luckily, it wasn't raining this hard when we enrolled," Ron said again.

Harry nodded vigorously beside him.

After everyone was in position, Professor McGonagall placed the worn-out hat on a three-legged stool.

For a moment, the auditorium was silent, then a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth and began to sing.

That happened more than a thousand years ago.

I have just been woven into shape.

The lyrics of the Sorting Hat song are about the history of Hogwarts and the criteria used by the four headmasters to select students.

Strictly speaking, this is its best song in four years, but that doesn't stop Celen from wanting to turn it into a wand core and put it inside a magic wand.

This has almost become an obsession for him.

Unfortunately, the hat was usually kept in the principal's office, so he never had the chance to wear it.

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, enthusiastic applause rang out in the auditorium.

Next came the Sorting Ceremony, and Professor McGonagall unfurled a large roll of parchment.

"Stuart Akley!"

Harry and his friends watched with great interest. Whenever a new student was assigned to Gryffindor, they would stand up and applaud vigorously, just as they had when they were assigned there. The other upperclassmen Gryffindor students welcomed them in the same way.

Xilun was also clapping, but to be honest, sorting was a relatively tedious process for him, and he was more concerned about something else.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the ceiling, illuminating the only empty seat in the teachers' section.

The list of names dwindled little by little, and finally, with Kevin Witby being sorted into Hufflepuff, the Sorting Ceremony came to an end.

Professor McGonagall put away her Sorting Hat and three-legged stool and walked out of the auditorium through a side door.

Dumbledore stood up and looked at everyone with a smile.

"I only have two words to say to you." He opened his arms in a welcoming gesture, "Eat."

Just then, accompanied by a deafening clap of thunder, the auditorium doors were slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane.

Another bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating his face—a horrific one, every inch of his skin scarred and battered. There was hardly a single unscathed spot.

Especially his eyes; only one of his eyes is normal, while the other has a blue demonic eye that keeps looking up, down, left, and right, and occasionally it will peek behind, leaving only a large white eyeball.

Through Dumbledore's introduction, everyone learned that this person was their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the year, "Alastor Moody".

Most people are unfamiliar with this name; they are more familiar with another name.

"Moody, Mad-Eye Moody?" Ron screamed in disbelief.

"Is he famous?" Harry asked curiously.

"More than famous." Ron clicked his tongue. "My dad once said that half the prisoners in Azka were arrested by him."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

Siren didn't participate in their conversation; he had been staring at Moody ever since he entered the auditorium.

The other person sat down, carefully examined the sausages on the plate, and then took out their wand and tapped the table in front of them.

Blackthorn Plum, Dragon Heartstring, 10 1/3 inches

Status: Good

[Traits: Resilience, Dark Magic Resistance +25%; Vigilance, Spell Range Detection +30%; Aggression, Spell Formation Speed ​​+15%]

Seeing the other person's wand, Xiren finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to slowly spread butter on the bread slices.

Before the start of the semester, he specifically asked Garrick Mad-Eye Moody what his wand looked like.

Garrick's answer was exactly the same as what he had just seen.

Blackthorn plum, dragon heartstring, 10 and 1/3 inches.

Exactly.

This means that the Moody in front of us is using his own magic wand.

And if someone wanted to impersonate him, they certainly wouldn't impersonate his wand as well. After all, it's the wand of a legendary Auror...

It's not something anyone can just get their hands on and use.

Hogwarts is a magic school, and if the wand doesn't cooperate, the professors will definitely notice something is wrong.

So the best solution is to switch to a different wand, adopt Mad-Eye Moody's appearance, and use your own wand.

Anyway, all wands look pretty much the same. As long as you pay attention to a little and hide the obvious features when using them, no one will notice.

Only the real Alastor Moody would use his own wand.