On 1 September, torrential rain poured down from the sky like a torrent.

King's Cross Station. Nine and three-quarters of the way inside.

An old man pushed a cart slowly, he walked slowly with one eye and one leg, gray hair, and a cane.

Beside him, there are countless crowded adult and young wizards. And in the cage of his cart, there stood a blue-and-white golden-eyed owl.

The owl stood motionless in its cage, in stark contrast to the croaking pets around it.

"This leg... These eyes, damn it!"

The one-eyed and one-legged old man cursed in a low voice as he walked: "How awkward it is to walk, I really don't know how that old thing walks so fast!"

The owl in the cage glanced at the old man coldly, and the old man immediately closed his mouth and looked calm.

There was no doubt that the owl was Hoffa, and even though Voldemort asked him to pretend to be Moody, he poured the Polyjuice Potion into Barty Jr.'s mouth.

He's not stupid, and if nothing can be changed, then he might as well go with the flow and go according to the original plan. Ask Barty Jr. to send Harry Potter back, so that when the matter is over, Barty Jr.'s memory will be tampered with, so that even Dumbledore will not find out about his existence.

However, he can't let little Barty, a mentally unrighteous fellow, do whatever he wants, and simply turn into an owl and stay by his side to prevent him from doing anything out of the ordinary.

Fortunately, since his victory over Moody, this guy has been changing his tricks to please himself, serving tea and pouring water for himself almost all the time, before and after the saddle, meeting his needs as the first priority, he said one, little Barty would hardly say two.

"Professor Moody!"

Suddenly, Moody (Barty Jr.) and Hoffa, who were about to get on the train, heard someone calling in the distance.

Turning his head, he saw that the person who came was a tall and handsome boy, he was wearing a yellow and black robe, and his appearance reminded him of Tom Riddle, who was still in Hogwarts, and that smile reminded him of Ryan, who had become a female vampire many years ago.

It just so happened that there was a beautiful girl with an Asian face standing next to him, holding an umbrella in the rain, with black hair, a blue-black robe, and light eye makeup. Many of the boys around her couldn't help but cast longing glances at her.

Hofa the owl stared at the girl for a few moments before he understood her identity. Autumn Zhang.

She is much better looking than in the movie, and when Hofa watched the movie in the past, he was still curious about how an Asian girl who couldn't even attract Asians attracted Hogwarts to two consecutive top braves, and now it seems that European directors don't understand Asian aesthetics.

Qiu Zhang also seemed to be aware of Hoffa's gaze, she held her umbrella, looked at the owl, and tilted her head.

A woman's sixth sense......

Hoffa muttered, shaking the feathers off his body, and his attention shifted to Cedric, who was walking alone.

"Are you this year's professor, Alastor Moody?"

Cedric Diggory bowed slightly, then asked.

"It's me. ”

Little Barty said calmly.

"Ah, my name is Cedric Diggory. ”

The handsome boy stretched out his hand with his head held high, and the prefect logo on his chest shone brightly: "My father has mentioned you many times in front of me, saying that you are the greatest Auror of this century, and there is no one. ”

"Oh, that's right. ”

Moody (little Barty) ignored the palm in front of him and said sharply, "That's really a very high evaluation!"

Fluttering.

The owl in the cage spread its wings and flapped twice.

Moody immediately smiled kindly and shook Cedric Diggory's hand: "Ah, I haven't seen Amos in a while, I heard that he is now in the Department of Magical Beasts Management, how is he doing?"

"Ah, my father is in good health. ”

Segrek happily let go of his hand, scratched his head in a seemingly innocent manner, and shifted his gaze to the box of the cart.

"Ah, is this your owl, it's beautiful. ”

Hoffa's head in the cage turned ninety degrees in parallel, and he glanced coldly at Cedri's Diggory, wondering what was going on with this guy?

Moody (Barty Jr.) stood in front of the cage with some uneasiness, and said in the professor's reserved tone, "You, what's the matter, waiting for me here?"

"Oh, that's right. ”

Cedric Diego looked away from Hoffa, took a document from his robe, and shoved it to Moody.

"My father asked me to tell you that your little problems have been solved, so you don't have to worry. Also, Mr. Arthur Weasley, the Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, has made a lot of contributions, and my father thinks that if you have time, you can write him a letter. ”

Cedric spoke very well and certainly couldn't fault anything.

In the original book, it was indeed Arthur Weasley and Amos Diggory who settled the mess caused by the conflict between Moody and Barty Jr. before leaving, but if this matter is from Harry's point of view, there is no follow-up, but if you look at it from his own point of view......

Hoffa's head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, looking at the umbrella in the distance, ignoring the boy's accosting and waiting for Diggory's Qiu Zhang, thinking that women are indeed the gatekeepers of life, the touchstone of men, the level of reproduction, they represent natural selection, and shoulder the mission of human continuation.

This other Hogwarts warrior does have his unique demeanor, mature and humble. At a young age, he spoke without a trace, pointing out that his father had helped him solve his troubles, and humbly gave the credit to Arthur Weasley.

If I were a woman, I am afraid that I would choose Cedric over Harry, who does not look mature.

If it were the real Alastor Moody standing here, he would have to be impressed with Cedric, and since he owed his father a favor, he would have taken more care of him in class.

The only pity is that the real Moody is now locked up in a box at his feet.

Little Barty picked up the document and glanced at it, pretending to have a solemn expression: "I know, I'm really bothering you, I'll pay attention to it later." ”

"Ahh ”

Cedric Diggory had a smile that could melt the hearts of countless girls, as if the clouds in the sky had dispersed in unison.

"Then I won't bother Mr. bye. ”

"Goodbye. ”

Cedric waved at Moody, turned and walked towards Akihari, took the umbrella in her hand, and walked side by side to the carriage in the distance.

"Diggory ......"

Little Barty stuffed the documents into his chest indiscriminately, pushed the cart and sneered, "Hmph, that red-necked old Wang Ba can also give birth to this kind of son, I'm afraid it wasn't his wife who stole someone outside." ”

Hoffa: "......"

Barty Jr. took Hoffa into the train, found an empty car with no one in the back, and got in.

The first thing he did when he entered was to lock the door immediately, respectfully removed the birdcage, put it on the small table, and then opened the birdcage for him.

The train clattered on the tracks, and Hoffa walked out of the birdcage with his feathers shaking, looking at the Scottish mountains outside the train, and his heart was slightly strange.

Trains are still trains, Scotland is still Scotland, there is no difference from fifty years ago, but his state of mind is no longer the state of mind of fifty years, there is no excitement to see it for the first time, there is no oppression to escape urgently, only a unique nostalgia.

"Thirsty, Mr. Bach?"

Barty, who turned into Moody, asked the owl in a worm-tailed tone.

"Elixir. ”

The owl speaks and appears very indifferent.

"Okay. ”

Little Barty hurriedly pulled out a glass tube filled with blue liquid from under the table, placed it on the table, and respectfully opened the lid.

Hoffa jumped on his slender legs, stretched out his pointed beak, and took a sip in the blue tube.

"Bone fragments. ”

"Okay. ”

Barty Jr. took a piece of bone from his chest and placed it in front of the owl.

Hoffa: "Magnifying glass. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, little Barty took out a round magnifying glass from his chest and placed it in front of the owl's head.

Hoffa stared through the magnifying glass at a black bone fragment in front of him, his golden eyes unblinking.

It was one of several trophies he captured from Alastor Moody.

The cold aura on the bone shards fascinated him, and if he wanted to resurrect Aglaia, he would have to find her soul. To find her soul, Hoffa must die in the mysterious realm of Helheim.

Now fifty years have passed, and the old hunting ground keeper Joey is afraid that he is long gone, and he can't remember exactly how Joey opened the mystery of death in the first place. But he felt that perhaps the aura contained in the black bone fragment might be one of the clues.

After observing like this for more than an hour, little Barty's hands were a little sore, and he couldn't help asking:

"Mr. Bach, you've been looking at this bone today, is it that unusual?"

"You know what?" Hoffa, who had turned into an owl, did not raise his head.

"Mr. Bach, I'm afraid you're just a recent graduate. Barty Jr. asked tentatively.

Hoffa's attention was on the bones, and he didn't care what Barty Jr. was asking.

"It's terrifying, current Hogwarts students, someone like you must be in the spotlight at school. Barty Jr. asked again.

"Huh?"

"Mr. Bach, I have never been able to figure out a question. ”

"What's the problem?" said Hoffa, unhappily distracting some of his attention.

"How can a man like you have no reputation?" asked Barty Jr., frowning, "as if I had never heard of you." ”

"Something to do with you?"

Hoffa scolded little Barty and continued to study the bone fragments.

"How did you manage to get pierced through the heart and not die?"

"I can't answer. ”

"If I get pierced through the heart, can I not die?"

"Probably not. ”

Hoffa's owl head turned ninety degrees, and his attention was taken away from the bone fragment to focus on little Barty. It was the first time he had seen Barty Jr. have some kind of "desire" or need.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" he asked Barty Jr.

"Have you ever considered, to do something earth-shattering?"

Barty Jr. rubbed his hands, his wrinkled Moody's face looked very flattering: "Uh, for example, to rule the wizarding world of Europe, or, to become the strongest wizard in the world?"

"What college did you graduate from?" asked Hoffa the Owl rhetorically.

"Hufflepuff. ”

"What?"

Hoffa was momentarily stunned, he had always thought that Barty Jr. would be a student of Slytherin, or, like Barty Crouch Sr., a Ravenclaw. But he didn't expect him to be a Hufflepuff, and the Hufflepuff he had seen was not that kind of person.

Barty Jr. looked at him and asked eagerly, "Mr. Bach, I really want to know, do you have any plans to do something earth-shattering?"

"Why would I do something like that?"

"Then the whole world will be afraid of you, and approve of you! How great is that?" said little Barty as if he had been holding back for a long time, "If that's the case, I'll help you, and I can do anything for you!"

"Even if I become that person, what does it have to do with you?"

Hoffa looked at little Barty seriously: "Also, why are you following Voldemort? You didn't think about what you wanted?"

"What do I want?"

Barty Jr. looked confused, hesitated for a moment, and then stammered, "I...... I want to resurrect my master. ”

"Then you don't have your own desires except your master?"

"I... I, my desire. My wish is to resurrect my master. Little Barty said blankly.

"I'm asking you what you want, shouldn't you, as a human being, have your own unique ideas? Why would you want to live for someone else?" said the owl with some disdain.

Little Barty still looked a little dazed, and after thinking for a long time, he shook his head, "I don't quite understand what you mean, but what do you want, Mr. Bach, I can help you make it happen." ”

"My wish ......"

The disdain on the owl's face faded, and he suddenly didn't know what to say to little Barty.

......

......

It was getting late and the train arrived.

The students who came to Hogwarts began to change their clothes.

Barty Jr. also stood up to pack his bags, but just then, there was a polite knock outside the window.

Knock knock!

The Hofa owl turned its head one hundred and eighty degrees, and saw a vague figure standing outside the door, so he shut up, took the black bone in his mouth, stuffed it under his wings, and then got back into the cage and loaded it with a normal owl.

Little Barty took a sip of the polyjuice decoction and got up to pull the car door open. Outside the door, it was Cedric Diggory again.

"Can I come in?" asked the handsome Cedric with a smile.

"What are you doing again?"

Little Barty's cheeks twitched.

"It's like this, we're looking for someone on the train. ”

The smile on Cedric's face remained unchanged, and it looked a little wooden.

"Looking for whom?"

Barty Jr. asked.

Cedric did not answer.

Sensing something was wrong, Hoffa pulled his head out of his wings.

Cedric Diggory walked sideways into the carriage like a wooden man, and he mechanically bent down to inspect it under the small table, and then turned his feet upside down, flipped over the luggage rack, and even lifted the owl cage and looked at it.

"Who exactly are you looking for in me?"

Barty Jr. asked.

"A young man with gray hair and blond eyes, have you seen him?" Cedric Diggory kept his smile unchanged and his tone was unwavering.

The caged Hoffa was struck by lightning.

At this moment, he was keenly aware of a huge and cold spiritual force field quietly spreading in the train carriage, which was a little different from him at night.

He immediately retracted his spirit, he stuck his head under his wings, and remained motionless.

Little Barty was also dumbfounded, he stood in place, looking at the smiling young man in front of him, with a ghostly expression: "What... What, eyes?"

"Golden eyes, what is your expression? Have you ever seen this man?" asked Cedric with a constant smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

Little Barty majestically paused on the crutches on the ground, and pointed to his gray hair, "Golden eyes, what kind of strange person is that, what is a dark wizard, you see, I have blue eyes, and I am not young anymore!"

It was quiet for a few seconds.

"No, nothing. Cedric said, taking one last look around the carriage, then walked out of the carriage with a steady, steady pace, and went to the next compartment to ask.

As he left, Hoffa slowly pulled his head out of his wings. The owl does not have sweat glands, otherwise he would have sweated profusely.

Gray hair, blonde eyes, young people?

Who has this impression of themselves?

All he could think of was Dumbledore.

Aside from Dumbledore, who else has that huge mental power?

Did Dumbledore expect to come to Hogwarts this year? Why did he look for himself, why didn't he come to find himself if he was looking for himself, Cedric just now looked like he had been caught in the Imperius Curse, could it be that Dumbledore would have cast the Imperius Curse on his students?

Hoffa couldn't figure it out.

Did Dumbledore know about his collaboration with Voldemort?

Or is it the butterfly effect that has caused the change of Dundedon? In the long course of time, he has become a person he does not know?

For a moment, the unknown fog surged into Hoffa's heart, making him unable to move.

The carriage gradually emptied.

"Ba... Mr. Bach?" Barty Jr. asked in a very low voice, and Cedric Diggory's strange appearance had just made him very uneasy.

"Get out of the car first. The owl in the cage said coldly.

"Golden eyes? Was that kid looking for you just now?"

"It's not. Hoffa said coldly, "I'm bald. ”

"But... But I think if... If you have gray hair, it will be more handsome. Little Barty habitually patted his ass, his head dripping with sweat, "You won't be... You wouldn't be, take the initiative to shave your hair. ”

"Oh, shut up, you!"

Hoffa said sharply, not in a bad mood at all.

Cedric Diggory's search for himself made his nerves, which had been careless.

He thought that knowing the plot of the original work, he would be able to fish in troubled waters and send Harry to Voldemort's side.

But now he has discovered the limitations of the original book, which all the things in the original book are experienced from Harry's point of view. He didn't know anything other than what Harry had been through.

It's like a huge iceberg floating in the sea, maybe Harry is standing on the iceberg and he's standing under it now.

The bright corner of the iceberg was certainly dazzling, but the huge chaos and unknown under the iceberg made him a little breathless.

At first, he didn't want to get involved in the plot at all.

But now, he is afraid that there will be twists and turns in his fate, because the known plot is his only advantage.

What if Voldemort hadn't been resurrected?

What if Grindelwald quietly kills everyone?

Even the thought of these results is a headache for him.