A few minutes later, they arrived at the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher's office.

The look on Dumbledore's face was cautious, and he stopped Jon and told him to move, then raised his wand and walked in first...... After making sure it was safe inside, he motioned for Jon to follow.

Jon followed him into the office, where he saw a large pile of strange gadgets inside.

"Dark magic detectors, probes, demon mirror......s," Dumbledore whispered, pondering, "Where to hide?"

Jon quickly found the large chest, with seven keyholes lined up in rows...... But he didn't feel the need to warn.

Soon, Dumbledore turned his attention to the chest.

"I think it should be here!" he whispered.

Elderberry's wand was lightly aimed at the chest, and the first lock on the chest was opened.

There was a whole bunch of spell books of all kinds.

Dumbledore closed the chest again and used his wand to open the second lock.

This time, it was a broken speculum, a quill, parchment, or something.

The box was closed again, and the third lock was opened.

This time, a silver invisibility cloak appears.

......

Each time you open a lock, the space and content that appear in the box are completely different.

Dumbledore tried patiently......

Until the seventh lock was also opened...... This time, the box was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

"Looks like we're going to have to go down, Jon!" Dumbledore said.

With that, he jumped into the box and vanished.

Jon didn't hesitate to jump into the box.

What is now in the box is a small room...... A cell-style basement to be exact.

In an iron cage, a man was chained...... He was lying in a cage and had fallen into a complete coma.

This style of cage suddenly made Jon have bad associations...... But when he was secretly imprisoned for a year, it was actually an old man with a crippled body and gray hair, which was even more terrifying!

The real Alastor Moody was lying in a cage, he looked skinny as if he was asleep...... His wooden legs were gone, the eyelids of the MONOCULUS were empty, and the gray hair was missing a few pinches.

"Poor Alasto!" Dumbledore sighed.

......

The two men carried the real mad-eye Moody out of the cell in the box.

He was now lying on his bed in the Defence Against the Dark Arts office.

"Imperius Curse, Stun Charm, looks weak!" Dumbledore whispered, "but alive, not in danger of life!"

The gray, fist-sized ugly bird suddenly came out of nowhere.

"Fawkes, go tell Poppy......" Dumbledore commanded her, "Tell her another patient, tell her to prepare a more secluded ward, and in ten minutes the patient will be brought over." ”

Fawkes nodded, flapping her wings, and she turned into a flash of fire and vanished.

Dumbledore put his cloak over Moody to cover him tightly, and raised his wand and began to lift the Unconscious and Imperius Charms from Moody.

Jon thought for a moment, rummaging through his pocket and pulling out a small vial of bright red potion, and he hadn't forgotten to take out his notebook.

Mad-Eyed Moody's eyelids seemed to blink slightly.

The spell on him was lifted.

"Enervate!" Dumbledore said in a low voice.

At the same time, a red light with a bit of warmth hit Mad-Eyed Moody's chest.

Alastor Moody opened his eyes, his gaze was blank and he looked very weak.

"Oh, resuscitation potion!" Dumbledore suddenly saw the small vial containing the bright red potion that Jon had placed next to the bed, and he exclaimed in some surprise, "Good job!"

He hurriedly opened the crystal bottle and handed it to Moody's mouth.

The weak, mad-eyed man, like a hungry traveler in the desert, frantically sucked the potion inside, and did not forget to lick the mouth of the bottle.

Eventually, he regained consciousness completely, though still very weak.

"Albus......" he said with some weakness.

Jon also took a few steps back in amusement, not letting the excellent Auror find his tracks.

......

"Are you alright, my old friend?" asked Dumbledore with concern.

"Worse than ever!" Alastor Moody struggled to get up from the bed and glanced around, "Where's that Xibei cargo?"

He asked anxiously.

"Don't worry!" Dumbledore sat on the edge of the bed and patted him on the shoulder, "Tell me what happened?"

Strictly speaking, Mad-Eye Moody doesn't have much memory of the past year.

But he was unhurried and told everything he knew. How three people, including Crouch, Crouch Jr., and Peter, managed to open the door and then knock him out.

and then Crouch Jr.'s Moody, who was in his usual cell for the Death Eaters...... In the days that followed, little Crouch would come over every day, use the Imperius Charm to force him to tell him some of the usual details, and pluck out a few hairs a day......

After saying all this, Mad-Eye Moody looked at Dumbledore again:

"Albus, how is that Xibei cargo?"

"He's dead. Dumbledore said calmly, "Voldemort killed him." ”

"Voldemort, this can't ......" Moody looked a little stunned.

"Nothing is impossible...... Dumbledore briefly told Moody of Barty Crouch Jr.'s death, though he didn't say anything about Jon's existence.

"So...... He's dead......" Moody muttered, "And Voldemort has come back to life?"

Regarding Voldemort's resurrection, Moody's expression didn't look too surprised. At least it's much better than the previous Fudge.

"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded, handing a notebook to Moody's hand:

"It's worth noting that Barty Crouch Jr. has very little contact with Voldemort, and if he is loyal, he's not even a proper Death Eater now, and he doesn't even have the mark of the Dark Devil on him!" Dumbledore said slowly.

Moody's slightly weakened eyes shone brightly...... He hurriedly said, "Albus, except for you and me...... Who else knows Barty Crouch Jr. is dead?"

"There's a young friend, but he can be trusted!"

"Good!" Mad-Eye Moody nodded, a smile on his hideous and weak face:

"That Sibey has been disguised at Hogwarts for a year...... Now, it's my turn to disguise him!"