The night sky overhead, dark. Only a few stars, shining.

Everyone on the Quidditch pitch, whether spectators, referees or players, were drawn to Harry Potter and were shocked by the terrifying news Harry.

Almost no one noticed that Alastor Moody, one of the judges, Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, limped out of the maze at this moment.

Mad-Eye Moody didn't go to Harry Potter like everyone else, but went in the opposite direction.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one noticed him, he walked with strange steps towards the castle.

......

The castle was almost empty, as almost all the students and teachers were on the Quidditch pitch watching the final of the Triwizard Tournament.

Mad-Eye Moody walked down the hall, up the stairs, and up all the way to the eighth floor of the castle.

Argus Filch, the administrator, was here to wipe the window.

"Professor Moody!" he said respectfully, always with great respect for the faculty and Filch.

"Good morning, Mr. Filch!" said the Mad-Eyed Man seemed to be in a good mood, a pleasant expression that had not been seen before, and which made his face look even more hideous.

After just saying hello to Filch, Moody continued towards Albus Dumbledore's office on the eighth floor, all the way to the ugly stone monster.

"Password?" It is rare that the stone monster did not neglect his duties, but seriously checked the visitor.

"Honey wine. Moody replied.

It was the correct password, so the stone monster got out of the way, and waited for Moody to walk past before scanning the surroundings again.

......

In Professor Albus-Dumbledore's office, there was a whispering conversation.

It was the wall full of portraits of the old headmasters, men and women, who, instead of snoring in their respective frames, as before, gathered in a portrait in the middle to discuss something.

"Don't be sad, Dalys!" Principal Chris Evra comforted a witch beside him.

"Hey, you said that stinky boy, why did he die like this......" Phineas Black sighed, "I've always felt like he's dead." ”

"Maybe it's just a rumor, we'll ask Dumbledore when he gets back!" Headmaster Dexter Foster said in a low voice.

At this moment, the office door was opened.

Mad-eyed Moody, gray-haired, limped in. The headmaster's portraits thought Dumbledore had returned, and looked in the direction of the door......

Seeing that it was just an ordinary teacher, he looked away in frustration.

Moody walked over to Dumbledore's desk, and then he took a small bag from his arms.

Then he poured the contents of the bag little by little under a tall, gilded perch behind the door.

Black-gray dust, it looks like something burned left.

"Hey, don't mess around!" Phineas Black couldn't help but exclaim, "There's a phoenix living there!"

"yes. Moody's magic eye turned to the back of his head, looked at Principal Black, and winked at him slightly, and his hideous appearance startled the headmaster, who had lived more than a hundred years: "A phoenix." ”

At that moment, there was a shudder in the ashes, and then a small, crumpled chick poked its head out of the ashes and looked around.

Moody's scarred hand gently touched the chick as he placed a few herbal leaves in front of her.

"Oh my God!" Blake looked a little surprised, "Isn't this stupid bird, it's dead again......"

"Fawkes isn't stupid at all!" Moody said casually, "She's smart!"

"I feel like I have more say than you do!" Phineas Black couldn't help but sarcastically say, "I've watched this stupid bird grow up, and I've seen her reborn I don't know how many times......"

Moody ignored Phineas and walked over to Dumbledore's desk.

He first moved aside Dumbledore's silverware, books, and newspapers on the table. Then he began rummaging through his pockets and placed them in the vacant spot on the table.

The first thing I brought out was a map made of parchment.

"The prank is over!" Moody whispered as he tapped his wand to the map.

Little by little, the handwriting on the map disappeared, and soon it became like an ordinary piece of parchment.

Then there was a wand as long as a cane, which Moody also threw on the table.

Then came a densely written notebook and an empty curved wine bottle.

"What the hell are you doing?" Phineas Black asked, curious.

Moody continued to do strange things, removing the prosthetic leg of his right leg and placing it on Dumbledore's bench, and finally pulling out the MONOCULUS and placing it on his desk.

The portrait of the headmaster on a wall was now staring at him with curiosity and amazement.

staring intently at Alastor Moody's mutilated face—

......

Yes, Moody's face began to deform.

The mutilated wounds were restored little by little, the skin was smoothed, and the mutilated nose grew and shrunk. The long gray hair is shortening and turning dark brown.

The severed leg regrew in a matter of seconds, and the bare eye socket reappeared with a gray eyeball.

"Good evening, principals!" said the boy, who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, turning back to greet the principals.

"Ah......" Phineas Black let out a strange cry, "Unbelievable!"

"Merlin's beard!" Dexter Foster rubbed his eyes.

"Look, Dalics...... Principal Chris Evra screamed.

"Don't make a noise, I saw it!" Principal Daris Devonte said impatiently, her eyes still red.

"What did you do?" she looked at the boy in front of her, and her tone became softer, "If I'm not mistaken, what you just became with Polyjuice Potion should be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts?"

"No!" Jon Hart shook his head, "Actually, he's a Death Eater!"

As he spoke, he finally took out a crystal bottle and placed it with the pile of things from before.

The crystal bottle contains a small amount of transparent liquid.

Finally, Jon Hart stretched.

With a relieved look on his face, he sat down in Dumbledore's chair and crossed his legs.