Principal's Office,

Moody held up a curved bottle and took a long sip.

"Albus, say so...... The mystery man has returned from Albania? ”

"That's right." Dumbledore picked up the black tea and blew on the hot air: "William and Hermione saw him. ”

"I can't trust two little wizards." Moody's face was gloomy, "Are you sure ......"

"I'm pretty sure I trust them as much as I trust you."

Dumbledore said seriously: "I have a hunch that Voldemort's return this time is different from the past.

With the help of Wormtail, he will be more cautious. He must have gotten the information from Bertha to hold the Triwizard Tournament. ”

"In that case, I'll tell you the truth, those little wizards of yours are too weak." Moody's blue eyes flickered.

"Since the mysterious man may make a comeback, I must teach them something different, so that they can understand what the real ...... is Cruel! ”

"For example?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Let them feel the unforgivable curse." Moody squinted his eyes. "And some evil black magic."

Dumbledore put down the glass, crossed his hands, squinted in thought.

"Arbus, this class is already a lot behind, maybe Lupin helped a little, but I don't think it's enough." Moody's expression was extremely serious.

"We need to let them know what the real danger is."

Dumbledore didn't answer immediately.

Moody looked at the hesitant headmaster and snorted dissatisfiedly:

"You can't let these kids come into contact with these when war comes, can you? Then it will be too late! ”

Dumbledore sighed and nodded imperceptibly.

Moody smiled contentedly and took another sip from the flask.

"I would also like to talk to Stark about the details, about Albania.

To be honest, I don't really believe in his strength. I've heard a lot of those rumors.

Lockhart was also awarded the Order of Merlin, but he was just a liar.

Always be vigilant, it's always good to ......"

Moody suddenly shut up, and the blue eyeballs that had been rolling up and down rolled into his head.

He stood up and strode towards the wooden door with his wand in hand.

Dumbledore smiled, and instead of stopping it, he picked up the black tea again and took a sip, revealing a good look.

The staircase slowly ascended automatically, leading William to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

After finishing his duties as a prefect, he stayed in the common room for a while, then quietly left to find Dumbledore.

William was about to knock on the door when the conversation in the room stopped, and someone came quickly, as if ready to open the door.

William took a step back, and only then did a crack in the right door reveal that he saw Moody raising his wand.

His body was almost conditionally reactive, dodging towards the door on the left, and the moment his wand was raised, a long sword in his left hand was driven deep into the wooden door.

Moody was suddenly short, his blue eyes turned upward, and he stared at the silver sword that pierced through it.

The dodge was timely, but there was still a blood stain on his cheek, and strands of hair fell to the ground on his sideburns.

Moody didn't wipe it at all, just yelled:

"Not bad. Amazing reflexes, much more powerful than Tonks's little girl! At least your fame isn't fake! ”

William drew his silver sword and pushed the door open, looking at Moody with a frown.

Only then did he realize that the other party had just raised his wand and had no intention of releasing the spell.

William glanced at Dumbledore again in confusion.

The headmaster smiled and nodded.

"Lay down your sword, child, lest you blind anyone." Moody said in a deep, gruff voice.

But William ignored him.

"Yes, that's how it should be...... Don't take it a long way, Stark, you're a good fit to be an Auror.

At least they will live a little longer than others. ”

Moody dragged his wooden legs and walked around the room.

"Can you guarantee that this is him, Albus?" He shouted in a rough voice, "In the middle of the night, the little wizard didn't stay in the dormitory, came to the principal's office?

It's best to ask him something that only Stark himself would know. ”

"Alasto...... It was I who allowed William to come to me at any time, and I trusted him immensely. Dumbledore explained softly.

"William, put down your wand too."

William's wand waved, and the wooden door was restored. With a flip of his right hand, the wand vanished, and it was unknown where he was hiding.

"Since you have something to talk about, I'll go first." Moody muttered, shuffling his legs and heading outside.

William watched Moody slowly leave without speaking.

"Don't take it personally." Dumbledore raised his hand and motioned for William to sit down.

"Alastor is like this, he has experienced wizarding wars, fought countless Death Eaters, captured many dark wizards, and does not trust anyone very much.

In Muggle terms, there is severe post-traumatic stress disorder. ”

William sat down in his chair and shrugged, "It will be interesting in class for such a wizard to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." ”

"The content might be interesting...... But for most people, the experience of the first lesson is definitely not fun. Dumbledore shook his head.

"It's going to be terrible."

William's eyebrows raised, can Defense Against the Dark Arts class still cause discomfort to students?

Well, it really can. Quirrell's garlic, Lockhart's bun...... All of them cause serious discomfort to the students and make you want to kill them both.

After the small talk, Willian began to talk about the Quidditch World Cup.

Dumbledore had been in Venice all along, and he didn't know much about the situation here.

After William finished speaking, the headmaster still bowed his head and was silent, and the five fingers of his hands tapped lightly.

"It's unclear who released those mascots and connived at their attacks on the camp."

Dumbledore finally said slowly. "The International Confederation of Wizards is already working with the British Aurors to start an investigation."

Actually, there is nothing to investigate about this matter, and the appearance of the Dark Mark on the field means that the Death Eaters are responsible for this incident.

But the Death Eaters only carried out the march and kidnapping planning.

Malfoy marched through the camp, but when William stormed the animals, he immediately confessed and ran away.

It is even more impossible to divide the manpower to release those mascots.

Tom didn't do anything either, he just had Professor Barblin release the Dark Mark.

The wizard who escaped from Crouch's tent was even more impossible.

Releasing these mascots, one person can't do it, and it takes a team to commit crimes. His kidnapping of wizards was already the limit, and he couldn't do anything more.

So looking around, although there is no evidence, Arya in Egypt, who is far away, is more likely to have her command to do this kind of thing.

So what is her purpose?

Judging from their behavior alone, Arya and Tom seem to be planting a blame to buy themselves time.

Their goal was to divert everyone's attention to the Death Eaters and to Voldemort.

Let everyone have no energy to care about the affairs of the United States and Egypt.

Other words...... Voldemort is the only designated backstabber.

In fact, it also succeeded, and international public opinion demanded that the British Ministry of Magic severely punish the Death Eaters!

"Speaking of Tom, did Professor Barblin tell you about his strange actions?" William asked softly.

Dumbledore bowed slightly.

"But I looked at the map and didn't find anything special." William said.

"There's actually an orphanage nearby, called Wood Orphanage, where Tom lived when he was a kid." Dumbledore replied.

"But there's no orphanage on the map."

"The orphanage was not profitable, so it was rebuilt and turned into a department store."

Dumbledore pulled out an old map and shook his hands away slightly, pointing somewhere.

It is indeed marked with a Wood orphanage.

William squinted his eyes, thought carefully for a moment, and then said:

"There's no way little Tom came here for no reason, he's not a nostalgic wizard.

This illustrates...... He guessed that Voldemort had hidden the Horcruxes nearby? ”

"That's right." Dumbledore applauded. "We may need to walk over there this semester."

William nodded slightly.

"The Goblet of Fire is still with you, right?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

William hummed inexplicably.

Dumbledore stared at William.

"Madame Maxim and Karkaroff forbade you to participate, so a minor was set up not to participate."

"Then don't participate." William didn't care. "It's not interesting anyway."

"But traditionally, there is no age limit for Triwizard Tournaments...... Theoretically, minors may also participate. Dumbledore smiled.

"If it weren't for the rules, I would even like to let go of the number of participants altogether.

Yes, it was true that many students died, and professors were injured.

But this time, I'm not worried...... William, you know what I mean, right? ”

William was stunned, raised his hand to hold the cup, and said, "I think I understand, but ...... The other two principals ......"

Dumbledore took a sip of tea, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said leisurely:

"Cheating has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament."

A big and a small fox smiled heartily,

William left.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his eyes dazed, as if he remembered something.

A century ago, Hogwarts also proposed the Triwizard Tournament.

But then it didn't work.

Otherwise, he is likely to be ...... with that man Meet in advance.

The old man slowly walked back to the room.

The pothos in that room was still full of life, but the old man stood alone.

But he wasn't sad, just a little nostalgic for that summer, and that summer...... Those who are lost.

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