"Minister, Mr. Moody wants to see you. ”

In the office of the Minister of Magic, a lean woman in a wizard's robe said cautiously while holding a stack of papers.

Cornelius Fudge leaned back in his wide chair with an unhappy face and threw the paper he was reading on the table, "What is he doing again, or is it for the World Cup?"

"That's right. ”

The secretary replied.

"Tell him I'm in a meeting and I'm busy and don't have time to see him. ”

Fudge waved his hand impatiently and picked up the papers on the table again.

"Okay, I'll tell him. ”

The secretary nodded and walked to the door.

"Wait a minute!"

Fudge stopped his secretary again.

"What a minister. ”

Cornelius Fudge's face softened slightly: "And." You tell him that school is about to start, and let him prepare for the course and run to me if he has nothing to do. ”

"Okay, I'll go now...... Ahh

The secretary who opened the door let out a scream, and the papers in his hand fell to the ground.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a cripple standing in front of her with a solemn face, dressed in an old black robe, with two glass balls pinned to his waist. He was missing a leg and replaced it with a prosthetic leg made of wood.

Beneath his thick dark gray hair, his face was scarred, and a large part of his nose was missing, making him look very hideous.

Even more terrifying were his eyes, one of his eyes was small, black, bead-like, normal. The other one was large, round, with a vivid bright blue color, and was spinning wildly.

"Mu ..... Mr. Moody, what's wrong with you, why did you come here?"

The female secretary squatted down in shock, scrambling to clean up the scattered documents.

At this moment, two young Ministry of Magic officials from behind him came after him panting, and they grabbed the door frame of the Minister of Magic, "He... He's gone, he's gone too fast, Minister, isn't he... I'm sorry. ”

After speaking, the two young men grabbed the arm of the one-legged old man and said anxiously: "Let's go, Mr. Moody, it is not in accordance with the rules to break in like this, the minister is very busy." ”

The one-legged and one-eyed old man was unmoved, and his blue magic eyes looked directly at Cornelius Fudge, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while.

"Enough!"

In this somewhat chaotic scene, Connelly Fudge coughed in annoyance, "What are you doing here in a mess, don't you have a job, all go out!"

"Uh...... Yes, Minister. ”

The two Ministry of Magic employees who were tugging let go of their hands.

The secretary also patted his flat chest, turned sideways and walked out of the side of the one-legged old man with a serious face, and fled from this place in a hurry.

"Mad-eyed, what are you doing this time?"

After everyone had left, Cornelius Fudge waved his hand irritably, "How many times have I reminded you not to run to my office without moving!

"Believe me, I wouldn't have come to you for days in a row unless it was a very important matter. ”

Moody limped to Connelly's desk on his wooden legs, no slower than normal, if not even faster.

A hint of disgust flashed in Connelius Fudge's eyes: "It's the Dark Mark of the Quidditch World Cup again?" Listen, Moody, it's not clear if this is the return of the mystery man or the work of a dazed fanatical believer." ”

"Not for Voldemort this time. ”

The one-legged and one-eyed man reached into his pocket, took a few pictures from his pocket, and threw them on the desk of the Minister of Magic.

"These are the photos I investigated, and they were taken by some Bulgarians by accident. ”

Cornelius Fudge frowned and picked up the picture on the table, his expression as disgusted as if he had picked up cat poop with his bare hands.

In the photo, you can vaguely see several vague figures, wearing strange helmets in the shape of a birdcage, standing in the crowd, with green lights flashing on their bodies.

Mad-Eye Moody: "With my eyes, I can see things that ordinary people can't see. In the chaos that followed the Quidditch World Cup that day, I had seen the green glow shining everywhere and the crowd disappearing silently, and I had been investigating that all these days.

There is evidence that on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, there was another group of people who took advantage of the World Cup to act on their own. A bunch of guys who could be even more dangerous than Voldemort. ”

Cornelius Fudge rubbed his temples with a headache and threw the picture back, "And then, with a few inexplicable photos, what do you want me to believe?"

"It's not just photos. ”

The one-eyed old man took a plastic bag out of his pocket and placed it in front of Cornelius Fudge, who looked down and saw several charred bone fragments with strange scratches on them.

Mad-Eye Moody: "This is a sample I brought back from the Quidditch World Cup, and I detected a very horrible radioactive magical substance in it, which is completely unrelated to any known magical system, and the last time it appeared was fifty years ago in Germany, so ......."

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

Cornelius Fudge didn't even want to pick up the sample bag, he just wanted to get the weird old man away as soon as possible.

Mad-Eye Moody: "I'm sure there was a lot of panic and even death on the scene after the World Cup that day. ”

"What kind of paranoia do you have!?"

Cornelius Fudge shouted, "The wounded have been sent to St. Mungo, and now they are basically healed, and they have returned to their respective homes, where did the death come from?"

"Someone's missing!

The one-eyed old man said solemnly: "I don't know if you have noticed, after the World Cup match, the Sports Department laid off a large number of employees, and almost all the employees in charge of the game were laid off. ”

"Shouldn't they be cut?"

Connelly Fudge's suppressed emotions suddenly burst out: "The World Cup game, so many people watched, so many people cared, but just after the game ended, in front of so many people, there was a black magic mark, which made people panic." If I were Barty, I'd cut those rice buckets too......"

"That's not the point, Minister!"

Moody interrupted him in a deep voice, "Just in the past few days, I went door-to-door to the homes of the Ministry of Magic officials who had been laid off by Barty Crouch, only to find that none of them were at home, and all the people who had been laid off were missing!"

"I want you to take care of it, it's really missing, why don't those family members come to report, is it in your eyes that going out for a vacation is death?"

Fudge laughed angrily: "It was Bertha Jorkins before, and this time it's a bunch of guys whose names we don't know, do we have to go to your house every day to check in before we can continue to work?"

"Shouldn't we look into it?"

"Okay, okay, even if what you say is right, but then? The World Cup is over, and you still want me to check those people one by one?"

Cornelius Fudge had a huge headache, "Oh my God, do you know how many countries are there? Do you know how many people there are, do you know how many things I have to deal with in this year's Triwizard Tournament, the three major schools, guests from various countries, all kinds of magical creatures, damn it!"

"Minister, please believe me, there must be something behind this, maybe there is a ...... more terrible than Voldemort"

"Don't mention that name to me!"

Fudge snapped into rage.

"Maybe there's one, a more terrifying guy than the mystery man, a lurker in the shadows, an activist, and we don't even know his purpose!"

Moody said worriedly, but Cornelius Fudge was unmoved.

Gradually, his face completely collapsed: "Do you want to say that under my rule, not only the black lord has appeared, but also the ..... A Dark Lord more terrifying than a mystery man?"

"It's not impossible. ”

"It's not impossible ......"

Fudge leaned back, his chair gurgling back into the vegetation of the floor-to-ceiling window, he crossed his fingers with his hands crossed, and squinted at the serious-looking old man in front of him, "Alastor Moody, are you going to Hogwarts this year?"

"That's right. ”

"Okay," Fudge folded his arms and looked like he was watching a play, "Since there are so many evils in the world, then you can deal with these things with Dumbledore." Don't you Phoenix Society like to take care of things, go and manage it, isn't this the meaning of your existence?"

"Lord Fudge!"

Mad-Eye Moody raised his voice, stepped forward, pressed down on the table, and said more.

"Enough!"

Connelly Fudge's suppressed anger could no longer be restrained, he slammed the table, stood up, looked up at Moody's chin, and said fiercely: "You are retired, don't just look for a presence in me!

After breathing heavily for a while, Fudge trembled and took a sip of the glass of water in front of him to calm down.

"Alastor Moody, the current Ministry of Magic has the Director of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Division, if you encounter something next time, you can contact Rufus Scrimgeur, and if he finds it true after review, he will naturally report it to me. ”

After a few seconds of silence.

Alastor Moody did not speak.

"Are you okay?"

"It's gone. ”

Cornelius Fudge waved his hand like a fly, "Then do as I say, I don't want to see your face in this office again." ”

Alastor Moody picked up the photographs and samples on the desk, turned and limped out of the office. When he closed the door and left, Cornelius Fudge threw the quill pen on the table in annoyance, splashing a puddle of ink.

"Damn, old madman. ”

......

......

"Damn, believe it or not, Mr. Bach, when I catch that old madman, I'm going to rip his intestines out, wrap it around his neck, circle him three times, and strangle him to death!"

On the other side, in a motel, a young man with yellow hair said excitedly.

"I'm going to live. ”

The bald boy stood in front of the window and said indifferently, holding a telescope in his hand.

"Okay, then I'll catch him later, I'm going to use the Mind Piercing Charm on him a hundred times, I'm going to listen to his screams and shoot him in the face, and I'll shoot the old monster's ugly face! Believe it or not, Mr. Bach?"

"I want him to be mentally stable. ”

"Then I'm going to break his limbs, stuff him in the toilet, and come out with only one head exposed, and live on a liquid diet every day! Believe it or not, Mr. Bach?"

"Shut up. Hoffa put down the binoculars in his hand, "Believe it or not, I'll shove you down the toilet if you say it again." ”

Little Barty shut up, he lay on the windowsill of the hotel, looked at a dilapidated old building opposite, touched the dust on the windowsill with his fingers, and his expression was both disgusted and happy.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, one night before Hogwarts started, and two days earlier, he and Barty Jr. had found Alastor Moody's home in the north-west suburbs of London.

After finding it, they rented a hotel in the nearby area and monitored the mad-eyed man's house, but for some reason, although they found Moody's residence, the guy did not return for a long time, and his whereabouts were unknown.

After another half hour of waiting, Barty Jr. looked across the street anxiously.

"Damn, why hasn't that old madman come back?, Mr. Bach, are we in the wrong place? If you want me to say, that old thing used to be an Auror and caught a lot of people, and the Ministry of Magic must have given him a lot of benefits, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't have lived in such a shitty place. ”

"You can't be wrong. ”

Hoffa said firmly.

"How can you be so sure, our location is just a random passer-by. Little Barty muttered, "If I were that old thing, I would have hid a long time ago, how could it be so easy to find." ”

How can you be so sure? Hoffa didn't answer, and sneered to himself.

Because in the original book, the old Moody was killed by "Little Barty" tonight, if you follow the urine sex of this script, even if you find a random place to lie down, it is estimated that it may be Moody's house next to it.

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

In the distance of the street, a one-eyed and one-legged old man walked slowly, he was holding a cane and carrying a paper bag, and he seemed to be walking with great difficulty.

Little Barty, who had been staring out the window and looking out, exclaimed:

"He's back, but you're yours, Mr. Bach!"

"I see. ”

Hoffa was not surprised at all, even a little bored. Everything was as he expected.

Little Barty lay on the windowsill and looked at the one-eyed, one-legged old man walking downstairs, with unforgettable hatred on his face.

"Old thing, see if I don't break you to pieces later!"

The one-eyed and one-legged old man below noticed something, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the second floor of the motel next to him, and his blue eyes turned around a few times, and found that there was nothing. He lowered his head, and in the light of the setting sun, walked into the dilapidated hut in front of him.

After he entered the house, Hoffa let go of the hand that was holding Barty Jr.'s shoulder, and the two slowly withdrew from the ghostly walk.

Little Barty said hatefully: "Damn, the nose is the same as before, and the spirit is not good." ”

"Do you want to do it yourself?" asked Hoffa.

In the past few days, Barty Crouch Jr. has been talking for dozens of hours since he learned that they were coming for Moody, and he has almost always fantasized about killing Mad Eye Moody in all kinds of cruel ways, beheading, dismembering, incinerating, or burrowing his heart to death.

If speech could kill, Mad-Eye Moody would have died no less than six hundred times.

"Of course I'm going to do it myself. “

Barty clenched his fists tightly, "He was the one who captured me in Azkaban thirteen years ago, and this time, I'm going to let him get it back!!"

Hoffa frowned suspiciously: "Are you sure you can fight?"

"Rest assured, it's just a retired old Auror. ”

Little Barty pulled out the new wand he had just bought from Diagon Alley in the past two days from his pocket: "Mr. Bach, you believe me, this kind of person, I can fight a hundred!"

Hoffa looked at the time, and the sun was about to set.

"Then let it be, pay attention, I want to live, I am mentally normal, don't ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Barty Jr. vanished into Hoffa's side.

Hoffa squinted at the room in the distance and lifted his binoculars. In the round lenses, Barty Jr. appears in front of Alastor Moody's house, and with a wave of his wand, he breaks into the house.

Then, there were explosions in the dilapidated house, and the glass on the windows was yellow, blue, and red, and finally shattered by the air waves. A Muggle walking his dog was splashed by broken glass and ran away screaming.

About twenty seconds passed.

The room fell silent.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa put down his binoculars and hurried out of the motel to the door of Moody's house.

Another ten seconds or so passed.

Barty Crouch Jr. dragged a scarred old man out of the house and stood silently in the doorway.

Old Moody's jaw was broken, and his wooden legs were gone, and he watched as Hoffa's jaw shook a few times without making a sound.

"Do you want to come and take him away?"

Barty Jr. asked with a smile as he looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa didn't speak, and walked towards the two of them.

Suddenly, Barty Jr. pulled out his wand.

A bolt of lightning burst out of his wand and struck Hoffa's brain.