A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 357: Temptation

"Professor Harp, I advise you to mind your own business," Moody said calmly, "He needs a lesson. Attacking others from behind, it's the dirtiest, most despicable behavior..."

"Valid point," Felix nodded slightly, "However, Hogwarts hasn't punished students like that for a while. I suggest sending him to Professor Snape for detention."

"Snape?" Moody's expression turned disdainful, "Oh, Snape... I bet he wouldn't want to see me... But, I'm rather looking forward to having a good chat with him. What a splendid idea!"

He pointed his wand at the ferret, and Felix stepped forward, "Oh, I think I should handle this"

Bang!

A searing spell collided with a golden magical barrier, producing sparks of gold and red. Moody's wand shone brightly, casting a red light on the twitching half of his face.

"Professor Moody," Felix said softly, "You used the Stunning Spell."

"Show me what you've got, kid!" Moody roared, the incantation forming into a beam of light, "Dumbledore might sing your praises, but folks like us believe what we see."

"That's quite an event," Felix frowned, the power of his Ironclad Charm correspondingly enhanced. He held a favorable impression of Moody, having an upright person in the school was better than inexplicable tricksters or dark wizards. Plus, Moody was a supporter and friend of Dumbledore.

But

Moody was truly unhinged. Severus had advised him to stay out of trouble, but trouble had found him.

The students stepped back a few paces, but more people gathered, their faces showing astonishment as they watched the scene. Last year, Snape and Lupin shattered the office, but no one else knew about it. Now, it was different. Two professors were openly fighting!

"Summon help! Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Snape... anyone!" Hermione yelled in panic.

Students had already rushed to call for help. A Slytherin prefect dashed straight to the dungeons. "I'll go find Professor Snape!" he hurriedly exclaimed.

"Not the best idea, young man!" Moody seemed to regain his composure, even taking the time to shout at those around him, "Step back a bit more. Rare opportunity, let me show you how real wizards duel"

"Apologies, Professor Moody. I'm not as... indifferent to consequences as you are," Felix said.

He actually wanted to use the word "crazy," but at this moment, it wasn't wise to provoke Moody. Who knew, in the heat of the moment, Moody might actually start using lethal magic? In any case, Felix wasn't one to give up easily.

The onlookers of young wizards noticed that Professor Harp's spells were becoming increasingly dark and ominous. Unlike the Ironclad Charm, they resembled rusted iron plates, or, one could say, a battered shield salvaged from who-knows-where. It might have been buried deep for years, but no one doubted it had been soaked in blood.

Its colors were a blend of dark red and iron gray, and its shape twisted, with the edges gleaming brass.

"What kind of magic is this?" The young wizards gasped, their eyes wide in shock. Professor Harp's magic looked somewhat malevolent... but it was undeniably powerful.

They thought only other professors could intervene to stop this sudden outbreak of conflict, but the situation on the field soon shifted. Felix didn't intend to continue the standoff; the collision of spells could still be seen as a friendly exchange. But if they started jumping around, throwing curses at each other, what would that be?

Felix twirled his wand, and the dark red and iron gray of the Ironclad Charm quickly softened, flowing like blood. A small pointed tip emerged from the shield, like a network of interwoven snakes, entangling Moody's powerful Stunning Spell.

Moody's good eye widened, and his magical eye swiveled erratically. What was this? He felt something was amiss, he wanted to sever the spell, but this connection was no longer something he alone could sever.

Felix silently infiltrated his magic, and now, their wands were forcibly linked.

The laser-like intense beam was gradually tainted with hues of iron gray and dark red, dotting it like a child's paint smudges on a beautiful railing.

At this moment, these handprints were drawing closer and closer to Moody.

All of this happened in a short span of time. Students could still hear the hurried footsteps of the prefect running towards the dungeons, but anyone could tell that he might not need to call for help.

Even Scabbers, who was covering his eyes, stared brazenly at Moody across the way, squeaking and twitching.

"Professor Moody, I merely wished to put an end to this pointless dispute."

"What kind of joke are you playing?" Moody gritted his teeth, "Let go!"

"Of course, no problem..." Felix replied gently, his voice agreeing while he actually quickened the pace of his intrusion.

Moody's complexion grew increasingly unpleasant, and the twitching on the half of his face intensified. The magical eye in its socket whirred like a caged owl, spinning wildly. But soon, he revealed a subtle smile. Someone was coming

"Felix! Professor Moody! What on earth are you doing..." McGonagall's startled voice sounded, as she dropped the books she was carrying in a mess and hurried over, drawing her wand, but not knowing what to do, visibly distressed.

"Release him, Professor Harp. I acknowledge your strength," Moody said calmly, his eyes devoid of madness.

Felix shrugged. With Professor McGonagall here, they probably couldn't continue fighting. He adjusted his wand, and the strong magical fluctuations subsided. Moody withdrew his wand, taking a couple of steps back.

Everyone stared blankly at the lingering beam in midair. After losing the magic of both parties, the beam rusted over, turning to ash, flaking away bit by bit. It had a somewhat eerie and heart-pounding beauty.

McGonagall's gaze fixated on the residual magical traces in the air, and after a while of silence, she turned to the two of them and said impatiently, "Could someone explain exactly what happened here? Two professors openly dueling in broad daylight, Hogwarts has never witnessed such an outrageous occurrence!"

Neither of them spoke first. Moody hadn't thought of an excuse yet, and Felix certainly wouldn't say that the new professor proved himself to be a true Gryffindor, jumping into action without hesitation.

McGonagall's gaze grew increasingly menacing, her lips forming a thin line. Her chest puffed up like an angry balloon.

Harry felt it was his responsibility to explain the situation, especially since the root cause was the argument between him, Ron, and Malfoy. But he suddenly saw a small hand from Professor Harp's shoulder, pointing at the ferret below.

McGonagall also noticed the gesture. She actually had some reservations about Felix having a pet ferret, but no rumors had circulated around the castle about missing items, so she intended to wait and see.

Her gaze settled on the ferret. She was slightly puzzled. It was rather cute, all snowy white. However, it seemed quite timid, its front paws gripping Felix's trouser leg tightly. Amidst the intense magical confrontation just now, it surprisingly hadn't managed to escape.

If Scabbers belonged to Felix, having a close relationship, then what about this ferret? What was the situation?

Harry awkwardly reminded from the side, "It's Malfoy."

"What?"

"That white ferret, it's Draco Malfoy," Harry repeated.

"Oh, dear!" McGonagall exclaimed, looking at the ferret in astonishment. Felix waved his wand, and with a resounding crack, Draco Malfoy was restored.

He said somewhat apologetically, "Seems I forgot about you."

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