A Prank Targeting "Moody"

"Ah..." Muya let out a deep sigh, worried about Hogwarts's future.

"Ya Ya." A familiar voice, familiar red curls. "Why do you look like that?"

The Weasley twins waved to the others in greeting.

George and Fred comfortingly rubbed Muya's head. "We heard about that Moody targeting you."

"We have a way to help you!"

Curiously, Muya rose onto her tiptoes and leaned closer to listen.

But Fred gently pressed her back down. "Oh, Ya Ya, you don't need to stand on tiptoe to hear us. We can bend down and tell you."

"Ugh, you two redheaded Weasleys, are you acting like we don't exist?" Draco said indignantly, hands on his hips.

Blaise also said unhappily, "Perhaps whatever you have to say can wait until after lunch."

Shalian and the other two looked like weasels who had stumbled into a melon patch, their eyes gleaming with gossip.

"Fine, then we'll discuss that plan after we eat." Mainly because she was a little hungry herself.

"Of course."

Susan and the other two grabbed Muya and ran toward the Hufflepuff table.

Muya blinked. It seemed she was not the only one who was hungry.

Although Muya had used an Unforgivable Curse in Defense Against the Dark Arts just now, none of the Little Badgers brought it up. After all, they believed in Muya.

Over at Slytherin, half of them supported Muya, while the other half feared her.

"Oh, what's going on with Slytherin? It looks like they're fighting among themselves." Harry asked Hermione in a low voice.

Hermione glanced over. "Kind of." Then she buried her head back in her sea of books. "But I have no interest in finding out."

"I heard from George and the others that Slytherin really has split into two factions, led by Malfoy and Nott respectively,"