After Dumbledore finished speaking, he quietly looked at Moody (Hoffa). Hoffa nodded and said quietly, "That's it, I understand." ”

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with the blue eyes behind the half-moon spectacle lenses, which made Hoffa's heart a little furious, and he pretended to be displeased: "What's wrong, Albus?"

"Last year, you argued with me for a long time about my recruitment of Remus, saying that I didn't do things properly, but this year you are surprisingly easy to talk to. I thought you'd be questioning my arrangement just like you did last year. ”

Damn, you think I want to teach?

Huo Fa scolded Deng Li for being cunning in his heart, but he still had to make a look of indifference on his face: "Times have changed, the student generation is not as good as the generation, to be honest, Albus, I have long been a little dissatisfied with your gentle teaching methods, this year you can make such a request, but it is in line with me, it's time to be tough on those flowers in the greenhouse." ”

The scrutiny in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, and he shook his head with a smile: "I thought you were a different person, so easy to talk to, but now it seems that you still have that violent temper." ”

"I say whatever I have. ”

Hofa said with a straight face.

"Okay, I see, old man, go get ready. ”

Dumbledore patted his arm kindly: "Don't keep a straight face, it will frighten the students." ”

With that, he turned and left through the passage behind the auditorium.

When Dumbledore's back disappeared into the hall, Hoffa's calm and calm face changed suddenly.

Isn't he messing with him if he wants to teach the Three Unforgivable Mantras by himself, he has never used the Three Unforgivable Mantras. He didn't like mind control or the torture of his wrist bones, and Avada's life was too inefficient for him.

Most lethally, he didn't have a wand, and although he had Moody's, he couldn't use that thing at all. Although he can cast some basic spells without a wand, such as the Fluorescent Spell, the Shield Spell, and the Clear Spring Spell, if he casts spells without a wand directly in class, he will definitely be seen as abnormal.

It doesn't work on his own, Hoffa thought to himself, but fortunately he has little Barty, and little Barty is an old Death Eater, and the three unforgivable curses must be familiar to him.

It's just that Barty Jr.'s current state is ......

He quickened his pace and made his way up the spiral staircase to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor.

Filch had placed his suitcase at his desk in his office, locked the door, and dragged it to his break room.

The lounge was a long room, with wooden panels on all four walls, piled up with old chairs and a wooden bed, this room belonged to Remus Lupin last year, and although the guy was gone, Hoffa could still ask in the air for a residual smell peculiar to werewolves.

There was a timetable on the table, and he picked it up and looked at it. Ho, there were only three days left for the first lesson, and there were only three days left for him to master the three unforgivable spells.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly opened the box and got in.

As soon as he entered, he was startled, the box was pitch black, but under his night vision, he saw little Barty crawling on the side of old Moody's leg with a twisted expression, holding his only leg, and rubbing his face against it while touching it.

"Twinkle..... Shining...... Mother...... Mother ......"

His mouth glistened for a moment, and his mother, his fingers were unusually hard, and pierced old Moody's thigh, and blood flowed from his fingers and spilled all over the ground.

Looking at old Moody again, he was probably about to go crazy, he was locked all over, unable to make any sound, and could only shake the chains on his body with all his might, trying to shake off the madman who rubbed his face on his lap.

Hearing the sound of the box being opened, the old Moody struggled harder, and in this struggle, Barty Jr. not only grabbed the old Moody's leg, but even opened his mouth and bit it without hesitation. Hold on.

This is too perverted, isn't it..... Hoffa thought to himself, and he hurried over to Barty Jr. and called him by name, "Barty, Barty Jr."

Indifferent, Barty Jr. rolled the whites of his eyes and didn't even look at him, just biting the leg of old Moody. As a last resort, Hoffa had to pinch his cheeks and forcibly pull his face off Moody's leg.

"Twinkle...... I'm going to sparkle ......."

Barty Jr. didn't react, he took old Moody for Twinkle, and muttered in unconscious confusion, "Twinkle..... Twinkle, the bad guys are coming, the bad guys are coming......"

Bad you monster dripper!

You don't look at who you are, wake up!

Hoffa slapped little Barty in the face a few times,

"Twinkle...... Twinkle you bastard..... Where are you going? How dare you abandon your master....." He didn't react, didn't feel the pain, didn't care who was hitting him, just repeated the message to flash.

What to do?

Hoffa's head was as big as a fight for a while. Old Joey really didn't lie to himself back then, if a person with low mental power was blown by the cold wind of the underworld, he could only become a delirious madman.

Of course, he can actually ignore Barty Jr.'s life or death, and can ruthlessly abandon him, just like Voldemort did.

But he urgently needed him to come to his senses now, and at least let him teach him the three unforgivable spells.

In the chaos, little Barty hugged Hoffa's wooden leg and licked it: "Twinkle... Shining... You... Slippery and staggering..."

He licked and cursed.

Want to shine?

Hoffa touched his chin and fell into deep thought, little Barty seemed to have extraordinary feelings for his house-elf named Twinkle.

At the moment, Twinkle should be working in the Hogwarts kitchen. If that house-elf is found, can little Barty really be cured?

He didn't know, but there seemed to be no other way in front of him at the moment.

can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

With that in mind, Hoffa secured Barty in the chest, and left the Defence Against the Dark Arts office into the middle of the night at Hogwarts.

At this moment, Hogwarts itself seems to have a kind of tomb atmosphere. The staircase resembles a cinema passage in the dark, with responsive portraits turning heads at every step. Hoffa could hear his own footsteps echoing through the glass overhead. Looking up, he could see a faint mist of light from the skylight dissipating from the transparent roof.

He walked all the way down the foyer, and he missed Hogwarts at night, and he almost forgot the joy of the night tour, the joy of being out of the rules.

More than fifty years ago, during Sylby's invasion of Hogwarts, the Ravenclaw common room was devastated, and the Ravenclaw students were displaced and had to live near the Hufflepuff common room.

It was then that Hoffa knew where the kitchen was. Fifty years have passed, but nothing has changed for this school.

Following his memories, Hoffa came to a wide stone gallery, and in the dim light of torches, the walls were decorated with oil paintings, mainly about food.

At that moment, he heard someone chatting in the dimly lit hallway.

"Cedric, are you really not free next week?" said a girl complainingly.

"It's a bit busy, Selena, and besides, I have an appointment next week. The man said honestly.

"Hmph. The woman sourly and coquettishly, "Is that the Ravenclaw Seeker?"

"My relationship with her is not as ..... as you think"

Hoffa deliberately accentuated the sound of his footsteps, his wooden legs striking the ground with a banging sound.

"Who's where?"

Cedric asked.

Hoffa appeared at the end of the hallway, and he could see the figure of a girl flash and disappear into the painting on the wall. Outside the painting, a tall and handsome boy stood, wearing a black and yellow robe, and a prefect medal shining on his chest.

"Professor Moody?"

Cedric exclaimed.

"It's a good woman, Diggory. Hoffa said, limping toward him.

"You... What are you here for?" Cedric looked a little embarrassed. "It's already a curfew. ”

"The party was late, I didn't eat much in the evening, I was a little hungry and wanted to go to the kitchen to get some food. Hoffa said casually.

"Oh, that's right. ”

Cedric showed such a look, he patted his chest and said, "This little thing, wrap it up on me, I'll help you go to the kitchen to get it." ”

"I'll go with you. Hoffa stood beside him.

"Eh, okay, go this way. Cedric reached out and led the way for Hoffa. The torches on the wall stretched the shadows of the two men long.

As the two walked, Hoffa looked sideways at him, "Diggory?"

"What's wrong, Professor?"

"What are you doing with that young man on the train?"

"Who, what young man?" Cedric looked dazed.

"Young man with gray hair. ”

Cedric Diggory thought for a long time and wondered, "I haven't seen any gray-haired people." ”

"Where's the golden eyes?"

"That's even more so, what are you talking about?"

"Well, nothing. ”

Hoffa thought to himself, and sure enough, he was under the Imperius curse: "Then you are on the train, are you with your friends?"

When Hoffa asked, Cedric's face turned unusually red. He didn't answer, but stood in front of a portrait of a fruit bowl. Stretching out his index finger, he gently scratched the turquoise pear in the painting. The pear squirmed, chuckled, and suddenly turned into a large green doorknob. Cedric grabbed it and pulled the door open, stooping slightly over it, like the most competent waiter.

The kitchen at Hogwarts is a large room with a high ceiling, the size of the Great Hall above, surrounded by glittering copper pots and basins, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

"Professor, this is the kitchen, it's full of house-elves, can you get used to it?"

"It's okay, I'll do it alone, thank you, Diggory. Hoffa said reservedly.

"It's my pleasure to help you. Cedric said, slowly backing away and disappearing in place.

Watching Diggory's back disappear into the Hufflepuff painting, Hoffa stood still for a moment before leaning down into the kitchen.

The house-elves in the kitchen turned their heads in unison and looked at the people who came in. Big eyes were full of curiosity. They were basically all wearing the same old tea towels, with big ears and eyes, some holding plates, some holding teapots, and some holding rags.

"Do you have a house-elf named Twinkle here?" asked Hoffa, standing in front of a group of house-elves.

The house-elves looked at each other, and just as the identical-looking house-elves were about to answer him, a completely different house-elf squeezed out of their companions.

It had a teapot thermos pinned to it a large number of colorful badges on its head, a horseshoe-patterned tie hanging from its bare chest, a pair of children's soccer shorts underneath, and two mismatched socks on its feet.

"Sir, what are you looking for Twilight?" the unique house-elf asked him.

When the other elves around saw him coming, they all avoided him as if they were hiding from the plague.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes, recognizing it. Dobby - the free man among the house-elves and a big fan of Harry Potter.

This made him ponder, if the other elves led the way, it would be fine, but this one would not work.

Harry is a good man, and this guy is also a good man, and there is a deep connection between two very good things, and he can't reveal his identity and purpose in front of them.

"You, you're... The elves of the Malfoy family?" said Hoffa slowly.

"Yes, I am...... No!" Dobby was a spirit, and quickly shook his head with a clattering sound.

"Dobby is a free house-elf, unlike all the other house-elves!" it asked earnestly, "what is Mr. looking for Twilight?"

Hoffa ignored Dobby's questioning, and said slowly, "But Lucius Malfoy didn't tell me that. ”

"What did he say? Lord..... What did Lucius say?"

"He said that you were a traitor, a disloyal servant, and that although you didn't want to be a servant, you were actually a servant of Harry Potter. ”

How dare he say that. Dobby screamed, "Dobby and Harry Potter are friends! Lucius, Lucius is a, a vicious witch ......"

As soon as he cursed, his throat felt like it was strangled by an invisible hand, and he made a sound that was almost suffocating.

Then, he ran to the side uncontrollably, picked up a frying pan and smashed it on his head: "Dobby, bad Dobby... How can you speak ill of the master .... Bad Dobby!!"

Watching Dobby brutally punish himself, Hoffa shrugged his shoulders slightly apologetically, found one of the peeking elves that looked normal, and asked, "Have you ever seen a pokemon named Twinkle?"

"You mean that crybaby?" asked the normal house-elf.

"Uh..... Yes. ”

"Follow me, sir. The normal house-elf didn't ask him what he meant: "She's just finished crying, sir, don't be frightened." ”

The normal elf led Hoffa through four long wooden tables and into the kitchen inside, pointing to the fireplace in the corner, "Look, isn't that?"

I saw Twinkle sitting on a stool by the fire, his eyes blank. She's different from Dobby, and she's dressed differently from the other elves. It doesn't seem to be just a casual way to find clothes and wear them. She wore a neat little skirt and short blouse, and a matching blue hat with two holes cut out to show her two large ears. Hoffa reckoned that the suit should have been given to Barty Crouch Sr. when she was fired.

"Twinkle. ”

Hoffa crouched beside her.

Twinkle looked at him, her lips trembling, and then she burst into tears, tears rolling out of her big brown eyes and spilling onto her chest.

"Look, it's her. The normal elf who led the way for Hoffa said: "If you want me to say, this kind of guy who has been swept away by his master will definitely not be able to do the work of serving people, if you want anything, you can come to me." ”

"Thank you," Hoffa touched the elf's head, "but forget it." ”

"As you wish. ”

The normal house-elf bowed to Hoffa and stepped back.

Hoffa focused his attention on the crying fellow, who was crying and crying, and only heard her cry and shout: "I know you, I know you, you are the devil who sent the little master to prison!

"Don't mind, I'll take you to your master. ”

Hoffa, who had become Moody, said close to her ear.

"It's late, it's late, it's late!"

Twinkle cried desperately, "Master, master doesn't want me anymore!"

"It was the little host. Hoffa's voice was pressed to the limit.

Twinkle cried and looked at Hoffa in utter confusion.

"Your little master is by my side, and he needs you more than ever. ”

The crying stopped abruptly.

......

......

Ten minutes later.

Hoffa returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor with Twinkle and took him into the box with him.

As soon as she entered, Twinkle was curious about the two identical Moodys, but when she saw the poor creature lying on the ground, convulsing and drooling, she instantly threw everything out of the clouds.

"Little master, little master, what's wrong with you?" she rushed forward with thin legs like a fly, and pressed little Barty's chest: "Little master, little master, you speak, who bullied you?"

"Twinkle..... Twinkle ....."

Little Barty, with a hideous expression, grabbed the elf's ear, and in the confusion, he frantically tore the elf's ear, but the elf did not struggle, but pressed his head to his chest, hugged his chin, and said softly: "It's okay, master, it's okay, Twinkle is here." ”

Little Barty, who had been in a state of confusion, was surprisingly quiet.

He sniffed, his tense body softening.

"Little master, Twinkle is here, it's okay, it's okay. ”

Hoffa looked at little Barty and Twinkle snuggled together, and a strange and strange sense of confusion appeared in him, and if their shells were removed, it seemed that what was inside was not unbearable.

When Barty was completely quiet, he fell into a deep sleep and even began to snore.

Twinkle stood up at this time, and came to Hoffa's side angrily and asked, "What did you do to him?"

It looked like an old mother caring for a calf.

"Me?"

When the time for the compound potion came, Hoffa twisted his head, his body quickly raised, and he changed from a hideous Auror with a terrifying face back to a heroic bald boy.

"I didn't do anything, it's your master who is too unlucky. ”

"It's you! You're not the one... The one at the World Cup!?"

"It's me," Hoffa squinted, "what is your relationship with little Barty?"

"It's just an ordinary master and servant. ”

"Ordinary master servant? Hofa was suspicious: "Your relationship is too close." ”

"The young master was raised by me, and of course it's normal for the relationship to be closer than others. Sparkle touched little Barty's face and said intoxicatedly, as if she was looking at some rare work of art.

"You raised it?" said Hoffa, who immediately sensed that something was wrong with his words, "what about his parents, and what about old Barty?"

Sparkling wiped tears from her eyes and said, "Old master... The old master is too busy with work, the hostess... The hostess is not in good health and has been bedridden all year round... They, they can't help it, they can't take care of the young master!"

Hofa kicked his eyes wide: "Did you teach him something improper!?"

"I, I don't. Sparkle looked at him blankly.

Hoffa: "Did you tell him anything about values?"

"Oh, you said that, Shining often reasoned with the young master when he was a child. ”

I saw a sparkling longing and happy holding Little Barty's head, a pair of big eyes lit up brightly, "The boy was well-behaved when he was a child, but occasionally he was depressed, especially when the old master ignored him, at that time, I told the little young master, if you are not happy, you will serve others, and you will be happy when you serve others~"

Hoffa looked at the big innocent eyes that flashed, and for a moment he felt infinitely frightened.

"So, you're taking him... Raise it as a house-elf?"

"What's the problem? That's how the ancestors of the sparkling taught the sparkling, the ancestors of the sparkling ancestors, the same way the ancestors taught the ancestors, the ancestors of the ancestors, the ancestors of the ancestors, the ancestors of the ancestors, the ancestors of the ancestors, ......the ancestors of the ancestors, the ancestors of the ancestors, the ancestors of the sparkling ancestors, the ancestors of the sparkling ancestors,

"Stop!"

Hoffa brushed a cold sweat and came down.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Even though he has a superb transformation and the divine power of the night, he can't change a person's concept. Looking at little Barty who was being held in his arms by Shining, this guy looks like a person. But I'm afraid that in my bones, I already regard myself as a house-elf.

He is constantly serving others to obtain the value of his own existence. But at the same time, that dignity as a human being, as a wizard, does not allow him to really be like a house elf, no matter what the owner is.

So he refused to accept the weak and sickly Voldemort, and infinitely urged himself to do something "earth-shattering". But in his bones, he is like a house-elf, infinitely humble, and at a loss.

Because that terrible childhood education had worn out his ego.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"

Twinkle pleaded in a low voice, and after discovering that Hoffa was not the real Moody, her attitude towards Hoffa was surprisingly better,

Hoffa sat down and told little Barty a little about his nervous breakdown and Twinkle.

After listening, Sparkling sighed sadly, rubbed the top of his bare head, and looked like he was trying to think of a solution.

"You estimate how long it will take him to come to his senses. Hoffa asked.

"At least a week. Twinkle said worriedly, "This kind of situation happened to the little master when he first came back from Azkaban. At that time, I took care of him for a whole week to get him back to his senses. ”

As he spoke, Shining clenched his fists: "I will stick to it every night, and I will never let anyone bully the little master." ”

"One week..... Finished. ”

Hoffa suddenly threw his sympathy for Barty Jr. out of the clouds.

There are only three days left for him, and after three days, he will demonstrate the three unforgivable curses in front of Harry Potter that he does not understand at all.

What to do?