"Are you too radical? Mr. Moody, or Mr. Crouch?" In Moody's office, Malfoy propped his hands on Moody's old desk, his tone a little low, his gray eyes unceremoniously meeting Moody's magic eye, questioning the man in front of him, as if they were not teachers and students at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I just took a normal lesson. Moody sat down in his chair and said slowly, "This is what "he" would do, a man with a sense of justice but not pedantic. He added.

"Don't worry, my dear partner, I won't be exposed, my disguise is perfect, under the power of the Imperius Curse, the old man has already said everything, I know his daily behavior clearly, I haven't let go of any details, he is used to using his curved wine bottle, his tone of voice, etc., I have spent a lot of effort to imitate, you can see Dumbledore's actions, he really regarded me as his former comrade. Moody said smugly. "When I took over, I felt his defenseless hug at that time, and I really wanted to ......"

"Then I may be able to collect your body, and then my master's plan will be all over, and you are a sinner. Malfoy said coldly.

"Don't say that, we have to think in a good direction. Moody said "soothingly", "Of course, the master's plan is the highest priority, but you also have to understand me, it's quite hard to go undercover in this school, just kidding." ”

Moody was now playing with the little object in his hand with one hand, not at all as nervous as he had said, and immersed in emotions similar to enjoyment, which by the current definition should have been his trophy, and he had taken the place of the poor old man and gained everything from him.

"We need to keep a low profile, you know?" Malfoy said solemnly.

"Quite the opposite. Moody raised an eyebrow, "We need to be as high-profile as possible, to get everyone's attention so that we have a chance to realize our plan, we want to take away the limelight from that savior, and let everyone focus on us so that he doesn't get too much attention." ”

"Dumbledore wasn't stupid!" Malfoy stared at Moody.

"But he is first and foremost a human being, and as long as he is human, he makes mistakes. Moody's pair of MONOCULUS began to spin wildly, as if to symbolize that he was thinking at a rapid pace.

"He is not a philistine, if the person who can confront his master is a philistine, it will be an insult to the master, but he also does not know everything, his thinking will always have limitations, he can never think that a person who has been dead for many years will be transformed into his old friend, besides, if I show some stage fright, maybe it will arouse his suspicions, right?"

"Uh, sorry, looks like I've got some top-ups. Moody said suddenly, and then limped to a corner of the office, where two tin boxes were quietly placed.

He bent down and opened one of the boxes, and took something out of it—a brown glass bottle filled with liquid, and the wooden prosthetic leg in place of the bad leg kicked the other box with a dull metal shaking sound.

There were seven locks on it, and it was clear that they were the real Moody's.

"Of course, I also have to say that the compound decoction is really not tasty, it smells of bugs. Moody said with some disgust, but he still uncorked the bottle and drank it with discomfort, and the Adam's apple kept rolling.

"How long has it been since this old guy washed his hair?" he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then frowned in disgust, but quickly stretched it out again, "Of course, I can still accept these prices, this guy's body is still good, although he is a little older, a little older, and there are few good parts on his body, but this eye is really very useful, and it is really a wonderful taste to see through almost everything that is false, and there are almost no illusions everywhere he looks." Moody said intoxicated.

"How about it, would you like some?" Moody asked tentatively, holding the brown bottle up in the air, as if to hand it to Malfoy.

"I don't have the habit of kissing old men indirectly, and I don't want to be blind and lame. Malfoy coldly refused.

"Then you're really breaking the hearts of your colleagues. Moody said regretfully, and then changed his words: "But in this case, my sacrifice is quite large." ”

"That's for the greater good, too. Malfoy replied with Moody's class words.

"Of course, for the greater good, for the return of the master, I have no hesitation. Moody nodded.

"Have you figured out how to break through Dumbledore's magic?" Moody asked suddenly, deciding not to talk about that topic and start thinking instead, "In order to get his attention, you have to be bright enough in the game. ”

"You'd better worry about other things, like how you're going to make the Savior alive in the final game. "Malfoy

"Yes, I have a lot of confidence in you. Moody smiled at this time, "Of course, in order to make you more prominent, I will also help you appropriately." ”

"Ludo Bagman has been completely bought by me. Malfoy said lightly.

"That's a lot of fun. Moody gave a look of surprise, then snapped his fingers and smiled a complicated smile.

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Apparently, the Goblet of Fire's no age restriction had excited the younger students, and they began to do their best to break through Dumbledore's defenses.

Of course, they were limited to speculating about what Dumbledore's magic would have been like, as the process of throwing their names into the Goblet of Fire had to wait until Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrived at Hogwarts for the sake of fairness in the screening moment.

One morning, the four long dining tables were still filled with discussions of the same type.

The Ravenclaw students had even begun to analyze what kind of spell Dumbledore might use to stop them, most of the Hufflepuff students were guessing who would be the representative of their house, the Slytherin students were discussing how to bypass Dumbledore's test, and the Gryffindor were thinking about breaking through head-on.

"Oh, naïve children, has Dumbledore's abilities degraded to such a point in the eyes of the people now?" a rough voice interjected.

"Hello, Professor Moody!", the people around the table immediately stood up and said respectfully.

Moody had earned the respect of almost all the students in just one or two lessons, not only because of his high level of teaching, but also because of his previous status, and because of him, the students knew how dangerous it was for wizards to fight on the front lines, and how many curses they usually faced.

"I don't want to disturb your meal. Moody's said.

"We were just joking. The twin brothers lowered their heads at this time and said, their voices were a little loud just now, and they were still thinking that if they could break through, they would use their experience to earn some gold gallons.

For example, making a "badge" or something, after wearing it, the magic in the face of Dumbledore will be unimpeded, and it is no wonder that Moody will say it with some disdain after hearing it.

"I think so, I've heard that you two are usually very fond of pranks, and Professor McGonagall often has a headache about it. Moody paused, then continued, "Of course, you still seem to be more honest in my class. Moody's eyes twitched slightly in their sockets.

"Of course!" Fred and George patted their chests proudly at the same time.

Harry, who was on the side, also looked at Moody with adoring eyes, this man's teaching style was a little different from Lupin's, but it was just as good.

It is even said that, in some ways, this unsmiling man was more successful in the profession of teacher than Lupin.

This man successfully stimulated the students' enthusiasm for learning - from the perspective of a "man", he made them feel what it means to take responsibility and endure.

The lesson against the Imperius Curse also benefited them a lot.

The day's lessons are over in a blink of an eye, and the ordinary day is about to pass.

"Isn't this Mr. Malfoy, who spent a lot of money to help their house win last year's Quidditch title? What? Didn't the map we gave you last time work well?, or did you ask us for something else?" Fred said angrily, still haunted by their loss in Quidditch last year.

The Malfoy and Weasley twins were standing in an aisle on the fourth floor of the castle when the former stopped the two behind

"What are you me, George!" Fred suddenly twisted and slammed his right hand into the air in the direction of the ground.

"Don't you want to fulfill our dreams? George lowered his voice.

"How could I not want to!" Fred said anxiously, he felt a little annoyed at the mention of this, they didn't know who exposed their gambling to their mother, and the huge amount of income was all returned to the public, she said that it was going to be used to subsidize the family, and also found a reason, saying that their O.W.Ls results were not satisfactory.

They obviously guessed the process perfectly, but the ending was too unexpected for them.

Now that they're in fifth grade, it's time to think about the future.

In a few years, they will enter the wizarding society, and look at how many ridiculous things their brother Posey has done for his own promotion, what kind of crucible penetration rate and the like, this kind of boring thing makes him bother.

He is the one with the least sense of humor in the Weasleys.

And if they don't want to repeat their brother's mistakes, then they should plan for the future now. In order to have a colorful life in the future, without being tied down, they must get their first pot of gold.

Even said that a large part of the reason they wanted to participate in the Triwizard Tournament was because of the prize money of 1,000 gold Galleons.

"Uh... If you give up this opportunity because of this, I think you will regret it. Malfoy said with a smile.

"You're a great partner to work with. George nodded approvingly.

"Then I'll be blunt, I need a large number of invisibility cloaks, of course, not the shoddy ones on the market, I have some special requirements, I believe in your research and development capabilities, and in addition, I also need a mask-like magic item that can change my appearance..."

"What do you want that thing for? or in large quantities, and the mask at the end of the request?" the two brothers asked together.

"Think for yourself. Malfoy hinted, consciously or unconsciously.

"Goblet of Fire?" Fred said tentatively, then became incredibly determined, and he had every reason to think that what Malfoy had done with them had something to do with it.

"It seems that you are really well-informed, do you already know what to compare?" said George, who exclaimed that the brothers had already made up a lot of things in their minds as soon as they sang and harmonized.

After all, this is the hottest thing at the moment.

And Malfoy didn't deny that it was exactly what he wanted.

"Let's just think so, but I don't think you would be able to participate in the Goblet of Fire if you took this order, and I don't think you would be able to participate in the tournament while maintaining the quality of the goods I need. Malfoy reminded.

"I see, you're crowding out competitors. Of course, it was just his joke, Fred said, and he knew very well that the student in front of him, who was two grades below them, did not need to use this method.

"Are you willing to accept the temptation of my Golden Galleons?" asked Malfoy.

"It's wonderful to give in to Kim Gallon, and to be honest, I didn't expect to be selected," George shrugged.

"Second!" Fred continued, his mood feeling much better, and the resentment from the Quidditch Cup had vanished in an instant.

After all, the Slytherin team also used the rules reasonably at the beginning, and defeated them in the open.

Meanwhile, not far from where the three of them were discussing, Harry was hunched over a table in Gryffindor's common room, writing:

Dear Sirius,

Last time we had a great time at the Quidditch World Cup, I have now arrived safely at school, you don't have to worry about me.

We've got two new teachers, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Magical Creature Protection, and they're both very good, especially Professor Moody, I think he's pretty competent, and by the way, what do you think I'll be an Auror when I grow up? I think this career might be a good fit for me.

By the way, our Quidditch tournament is going to be discontinued this year, that's what Professor Dumbledore said, but it's not for nothing, according to him, we have a more important event, the Triwizard Tournament, I want to participate, do you support me? To be honest, I'd love to be able to play, you'll come and see it then, right?

Harry was writing a letter to his godfather, in which he was saying trivia, and was still struggling with whether or not to tell Sirius about his sore scars.

After thinking about it, he decided to give up, and it was better to wait until he was asked this question in person.