The little lions of Gryffindor had been looking forward to Moody's class for a long time.
The young wizards who had already attended Defense Against the Dark Arts classes spoke highly of him, even remarking bluntly that he was only slightly worse than the down-and-out version of Professor Lupin, and perhaps even better than the dashing version of Professor Lupin.
Inside the room, the curtains were drawn tight.
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