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No one can guarantee that the fake Moody's will not take advantage of this to control a student.

Even if he didn't dare to do such a thing right under Dumbledore's nose, it should be no problem to come up with a few "Regent Mind" charms.

This magic can quickly read the feelings and memories of the person who is under the spell, and is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, and is not allowed to be used.

However, fake Moody's will not care about this, and this is the best opportunity to get information.

By giving the young wizards a glimpse of the dark arts in class, he can use these spells with impunity.

In addition to this, there are many evil dark magic spells that can be used, and Ewen thinks of a lot.

The little wizard is defenseless against this, and he can cast spells with impunity.

The scary thing is that there is simply no way to stop him, and no one will raise objections, because Moody is meant to be.

"It's good for you to see this sooner, you can't stay in the school forever!" Moody continued, a terrifying smile on his face, "Aven, your strength is far superior to that of young wizards of the same age, it's time to see what a real dark devil looks like, I'm looking forward to your performance...... Okay, I'm at the place, I wish you a good night's sleep. ”

Moody dragged the prosthetic leg and slowly disappeared into the innermost shadows of the third floor.

Looking at his back, Ai Wen felt even more strange, and his originally clear thoughts suddenly became complicated,

He passed through a door hidden behind a tapestry and made his way up a narrower staircase.

As he walked, Evan was thinking about what had happened tonight.

This fake Moody's performance tonight is too abnormal, what is his purpose?!

It seems that not only Harry, but also Aven is one of his targets.

And the name that can't be shown on the map of the living spot, is the guy who is impersonating Moody still Barty Crouch Jr.?!

If it weren't for him, wouldn't it be......

Evan suddenly thought of Kereceis, the dangerous vampire who was the only one who could help Voldemort at the moment.

And his strength is strong enough to use that kind of spell to keep his name from being marked on the map of the living spot.

If he infiltrates Hogwarts as the Mad-Eye, it gets interesting.

He and Voldemort were only allies, and there was no need to be as loyal to him as the Death Eaters were.

In a way, Keresis and Evan have the same goal.

Thinking of this, Evan suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

He decided to contact the other party first according to the original plan to see what the hell this guy was up to.

By the time Evan returned to the Gryffindor Tower, Hermione was standing outside the common room waiting for her.

Amid the sound of the dripping rain outside, her slender body leaned against the orange curtain in the corner.

Looking at the Standard Spell, Level 4 in front of her by the bright torches at both ends of the hallway, Hermione looked very beautiful now.

She read the book very carefully, and did not notice Evan, who had already walked closer.

Evan didn't bother, just looked at her, as if he wanted to imprint this image in his mind.

"Aven?!" After a long time, Hermione stretched like a kitten and rubbed her eyes, as if she had just noticed Evan standing in front of her.

She hurriedly closed the book and stood up, grinning and saying, "When did you come back?"

"Why haven't you gone in to sleep just now?" Evan asked, "What about the others?"

"They're all talking about the Triwizard Tournament in there, trying to get by. Hermione said, "I don't think you know the new password yet, so I'm going to stay here and wait for you, I'm afraid you won't be able to get in outside......"

Hearing Hermione's words of concern, Evan felt extra warm and happy.

He naturally took the girl's cold little hand, and all intrigue and danger were away from him at this moment.

Hermione didn't resist, letting Evan hold her, but her face turned crimson.

The two of them stood silent for a few seconds, as if they had just recovered from their happy time.

"Aven, what did Dumbledore call you to do?" asked Hermione.

"He asked me to make a commitment not to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. "You know, I'm not up to the age requirement, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrand seem to think I'm too strong. ”

"What?!" Hermione said in surprise, "They banned you from the tournament by name?!"

"That's it, I've promised Dumbledore. Evan said.

He couldn't compete, and he was worried about his plans for the future.

But if the fake Moody is Karesis in disguise, then there are other solutions to this matter, don't worry so much.

Perhaps, it will be simpler.

Evan thought it might be a good idea to talk to the other party directly to find out the vampire's purpose and plans.

If he just wanted to bring Harry's blood to Voldemort, they might be able to work together.

Of course, before that, you have to determine the identity of the other party.

"That's unfair, isn't it?!" Hermione said dissatisfied, "They can't disqualify you just because you're too strong, I know it's dangerous, I've had a lot of deaths, and I don't want you to participate." But for the age limit of the contestants, it is because they are not strong enough to protect themselves in the competition, but you know that you are capable ......"

Hermione's resentment of Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic was clearly growing, and her conversation naturally shifted to house-elves, and she was still haunted by Hogwarts' failure to pay house-elves.

"I realized that our school and the wizarding world are full of all kinds of invisible discrimination and oppression, which is extremely unfair. Aven, what happened to you tonight, and so do the house-elves, who are being used as slaves, and what we must do to stop this......"

It seems that she is planning to write an article for the Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry newspaper, and is going to ask for Aven's opinion.

Evan didn't want to talk to Hermione about it, because he knew there was no end to it.

He hurried to the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower, which was hidden behind a huge portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" asked the fat lady as the two of them approached.

"Nonsense!" said Hermione.

The portrait bounced forward at once, revealing a large hole in the wall, from which they climbed in.

The circular common room was filled with tables and soft armchairs, and the fire was crackling and burning.

Hermione's gaze swept over the cheerfully jumping flames, and Aven distinctly heard her mutter, "Slave labor."

Next to the fireplace, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, and Colin and his brother Dennis were sitting there, still talking about the Triwizard Tournament, and they weren't old enough to qualify.

They were discussing what Dumbledore said was the referee who judged the Warriors, guessing who he would be.

"Whoever he is, he's the one we're going to fool anyway, and I think a drop or two of age-boosters ......," Fred said, clapping his palms with one hand into a fist.

"But Dumbledore knows you're not old enough. Ron said.

"yes, but it's not up to him to decide who is a warrior, right?" Fred said cleverly, "It sounds to me that this referee just knows who wants to participate, and picks the best one from each school, so he doesn't care how old they are, Dumbledore is trying to stop us from signing up." (To be continued.) )