"Oh, heavens, your descriptions reminded me of the nightmare I had yesterday-I went to the kitchen for a glass of juice, only to find loads and loads of Professor Moody's eyeballs on the chopping board, packed together in a huge bunch of grapes-then the house-elves took them off to squeeze them into juice-" The Ravenclaw girl's enthusiastic recollection was interrupted by a chorus of disgusted groans.
"So, did you get your juice in the end?" someone still could not resist asking. "I mean, the Professor Moody special edition."
"I wanted to drink it, but unfortunately, I never got to," the Ravenclaw girl said regretfully.
"After the elves squeezed those eyes into juice, they suddenly spilled out of the glass and turned into Professor Moody himself, who gave me a terrifying smile-then I woke up."
"That sounds a bit scary-and a bit disgusting. But the transformation-was it like Professor McGonagall turning from a cat into a human? Was Professor Moody an Animagus in your dream?"
"Oh, please, juice isn't an animal. That's very different from Professor McGonagall's transformation; it only looks similar. Oh, speaking of which, have you ever thought Professor McGonagall particularly dislikes dogs? Think about it:
"Among all the little animals we use in Transfiguration, there aren't any canines at all..."
"Ahem, all right, how lovely that your conversation has returned to dogs. Remember we're in class, children? It seems Professor Moody's magical eye made quite an impression on all of you. Very good."
Brian interrupted the students' discussion, which had taken several major detours.
"Yes, that eye has many magical properties. It can fly, spin around, turn into all sorts of tools-"
But that eye's main purpose was still to bring Professor Moody back from a world of blindness and let him see clearly again.
"Yes, freeing a