Moody started to limp towards Crabbe, Goyle and the ferret, which gave a terrified squeak and took off, streaking towards the dungeons. "I don't think so!" Moody roared, pointing his wand at the ferret again, it flew Ten feet into the air, fell with a smack to the floor, and then bounced upwards once more. "I don't like people who attack when their opponent's back's turned!" Moody barked, as the ferret bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain. "Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do..." Moody seethed. 