The little white puppy lay trembling on the floor, its personality completely unlike Draco's.
The students watching the spectacle turned to look behind them and began trembling as well.
The Great Hall fell terrifyingly silent.
The one who had turned Draco into a little puppy was none other than Moody, who could still move with astonishing speed despite his wooden leg.
His cane pointed at the little puppy on the floor while the magical eye on his face continuously swept over the surroundings.
His normal eye looked at Harry. "Did he hurt you?"
Harry released Ron and touched his cheek. "No, he missed."
Moody suddenly bellowed in a low voice, "Don't touch him!"
"What?" Harry was baffled. "Professor, what are you telling us not to touch?"
"I'm talking about him." Moody raised his cane and pointed directly at Crabbe behind him.
Crabbe was so frightened that he quickly straightened up. "No... I didn't do anything."
Moody strode forward, and the little puppy, terrified, hid beside Crabbe's feet.
"I hate people who launch sneak attacks." He waved his cane, levitating the little puppy into the air.
"This is your punishment. You'll stay like this all night."
The little puppy was terrified, whimpering nonstop.
Moody fixed him with his good eye. "Do you understand? Never do that again."
"Whimper, whimper—"
"If there's a next time, I won't let you off so easily."
"Whimper, whimper—"
The little puppy was tossed to Crabbe, who nearly dropped him on the floor with his clumsy hands.
"Pfft—" Ron clutched his stomach and burst out laughing, and several students nearby laughed along with him.
What goes around comes around. This was Draco's retribution.
"Why are you still here? Get lost!" As soon as Moody spoke, Crabbe fled the Great Hall with the little puppy in his arms.