"Aren't you afraid that you'll teach so hard and create more opponents for the Dark Lord?" Malfoy said, raising an eyebrow and looking at Moody.

By this time, he had followed the man to his office, found a sofa at random, sat down, and began to talk.

"No, no, no, even if they were exactly what I was advocating, they wouldn't be able to do that. Moody waved his finger and said negatively, "There's something they're missing." ”

"I think I know what you're trying to say. Malfoy tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"You still have a chance, but you're on the side of me, aren't you? Moody laughed triumphantly, then laughed, and the muscles of his face began to deform again, and a terrifying hatred gradually accumulated in his eyes, which matched with the big eyeball, indescribable horror.

"I called you here for something else. Moody's wood-like skin twitched a few times, and his lips began to squirm.

"Peter's stupid mouse, I actually broke my father free of the Imperius Curse!Escaped from there!He's probably coming to Dumbledore now, and we must stop the old man before he finds him, or his master's plan will be over!" Moody began to speak, still maintaining a certain amount of self-control, and then became more and more manic, slapping the crumbling wooden table in front of him, looking a little out of his mind.

"Calm down, my friend. Malfoy raised an eyebrow, "It's not the worst yet, is it? Anger can mess up our judgment." Malfoy suddenly bent down, reached over his hand, caught a small object that had almost been shaken to the floor, and slowly pushed it back in front of Moody.

"You know, he must be very unclear right now. Malfoy said lightly, "The pain of a long Imperius Curse and the occasional Mind Piercing Charm is enough to drive him insane, isn't it?"

"Of course. Moody calmed himself down at this time, "If he had been sane, we should have been captured in Azkaban by now, but since he escaped at this time, it proves that he can at least maintain a certain logical thinking ability sometimes!" Moody said pessimistically, the magic eye hanging languidly in his sockets.

"His destination has to be Hogwarts, and I've got to get him. Moody's breathing began to rapid, and he looked very nervous.

"No, I have to go on patrol now, go to the Forbidden Forest first..... then ....." Moody said in a hoarse voice, then stood up from his chair and dragged his body out the door.

"Dead lame, what a nuisance. He looked at his wooden prosthetic leg in disgust, and stomped it to the ground a few times, making a dull sound, and even though it was almost perfectly imitated, he was still very unaccustomed to this limping way of walking.

"That's right. The moment the wooden prosthetic leg crossed the threshold, Moody stopped, turned his head to show his crooked teeth, and said, "Professor McGonagall told you to go to the Quidditch pitch below at nine o'clock tonight, and the referee will tell you the third event."

"After you know what the game is about, remember to look around as much as possible, and if you meet my father, you can restrain him immediately, and if necessary, it is also a good choice to kill him. Moody's tone became calmer at this time, as if he was talking about killing an ant.

"I will. Malfoy nodded.

"If you want, just stay and rest for a while, heh, the last project, don't let the inconsequential people spoil things. Moody muttered to himself and stepped out of the office.

Malfoy sat in the chair for a moment, bored playing with Moody's gadgets, then pulled out a piece of parchment from his cuff and spread it out on the table, it was the map of the living spots, and after he recited the incantation, the black ink on the blank parchment began to spread, and finally took shape, and the whole picture of Hogwarts was unobstructed, and the dense names turned into black dots, moving fast and slowly on them.

The most surprising thing is that the two small black dots with the word Crouch on it are getting closer and closer. ”

"It's time to get your hands dirty. Mar muttered to himself, got up from his chair, and walked over to the seven-locked box in the corner of the wall, his index finger tapping rhythmically and continuously on it, making a regular, dull sound.

Then he walked out of the room.

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"Come on!" Pansy whispered to Malfoy at the exit of the Great Hall, her face flushed slightly.

By this time he had left Moody's office, had lunch with Pansy, and was now on his way to the Quidditch pitch to listen to Bagman's explanation of the next venue.

"Sure, goodbye. Malfoy nodded, waving his hand at Pansy, naturally not revealing the facts he already knew.

He now walked briskly down the road, over the field, towards the Quidditch pitch.

The Quidditch pitch is no longer flat and smooth. It seems as if someone has erected numerous long low walls here, which are intricately intricately stretched out in all directions.

Malfoy should have been one of the first warriors to arrive, after all, he still needed to make a show to Mr. "Moody" to take a good look at him, and it seemed that he was very interested in the escaped Mr. Crouch.

Fleur is the second warrior to come to the field, but after she saw Malfoy, she immediately hid behind a tree in embarrassment, she still did not ease her mood to face the boy in front of her, and she could still have a cold face because of resentment, but because of that "active" revenge, Fleur didn't know how to deal with it.

"Oh, the two Warriors are here early, but it's only fair that we have to wait until everyone is here to announce the events, isn't it?" Bagman paced towards the center of the court, wearing a black suit today.

"Look, they're coming. Bagman clapped his palms and said excitedly.

"Hello!" he waved his palm, greeting Krum and Harry happily.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Bagman happily as Harry and Cedric climbed over the last low wall, "it's going well, isn't it? Don't worry," he said with a smile when he saw the unhappy expressions on Harry and Cedric's faces, "Your Quidditch pitch will be back to its original state as soon as the tournament is over!

No one spoke for a moment, and then—

"Labyrinth. Krum said in a gruff voice.

"That's right!" Bagman said, "it's a labyrinth." The third project is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Cup is placed in the middle of the maze, and whoever is able to touch it first will get a perfect score. ”

"Shall we just go through the labyrinth?" Fleur asked, trying to look in the opposite direction of Malfoy's location.