"As for Barty Crouch Jr., I think it's better not to debunk him for who he really is. Dumbledore's hands rested on his chin, and his expression was calm, almost indifferent.

Alan looked into Dumbledore's eyes, put his hands on his knees, and leaned forward slightly.

"It's not good for us to catch Crouch Jr. now. On the contrary, there will be more hidden dangers. At the very least, now that we know who the troublemaker is, his every move is under our watch. Otherwise, with so many teachers and students, it would be difficult to find out who would be disguised, and in that case, Harry would be in even greater danger. Dumbledore said calmly.

As for Moody, as long as Crouch Jr. is not debunked for a day, he will be safe for the time being until their final plan begins. Dumbledore didn't explain why, he and Alan knew each other.

Alan nodded in agreement. Brewing the Polyjuice Decoction requires Moody's body as one of the ingredients, and Crouch Jr. needs Moody to stay alive to ensure the efficacy and stability of the Polyjuice Potion.

"The purpose of the Harris family, I think I see it very clearly. When it's over, I'll hand Barty Crouch Jr. into your hands. Dumbledore lifted his glasses.

Alan nodded slightly in agreement, "You have a point, if you don't move Moody for the time being, the danger Harry faces is under our control. For us Harris, as long as the fake Moody is caught, Crouch's fall is a matter of time, and we are not in a hurry. ”

"Ah, I have some grapefruit tea here, maybe Alan you'd like to taste it. Dumbledore commanded a clear glass jar flying over, containing an orange, viscous solid.

Alan shook his head and refused, "Thank you, I think Yuzu is a little bitter." ”

"Well, in fact, bitter things, as long as they are processed with care, can get double the sweetness. ”

Alan was noncommittal and took a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Alan, I would like to ask you to watch over Harry during his participation in the Three Witches Tournament and not let him have an accident. Dumbledore's tone was steady, and he looked at Allen.

"Of course, but not in the final face against Voldemort. In the end, it's up to you to deal with him. ”

"Of course, but not including facing Voldemort at the end, I can hold him off for a while at most, and in the end, you will have to deal with him. ”

Alan felt that he did not have Harry's protagonist aura, and when facing Voldemort now, although he had the help of magic potions, attribute potions, and tower knowledge, after all, the actual combat experience was far less than that of these old monsters who had lived for decades.

"Isn't that one of the reasons you told me about the fake Moody?" Dumbledore smiled nonchalantly at Alan.

"It's best if we can kill Voldemort before the resurrection ritual is complete, and if successful, consume the Horcrux once. That way he'll have to wait a while to resurrect again, which will buy you enough time for Harry to grow. If that prophecy had come true, it would have been safer for Potter to face it when he was older. ”

Of course, it also gives him enough time to grow long enough to fight Voldemort on his own. Alan thought to himself.

"Then we're done. Dumbledore raised his glass happily.

"Professor Dumbledore, I know your Dementors are quite clever. I've been researching the use of the Dementor's Mind in combat lately, can you give me some help?" Alan smiled and offered the condition.

"Of course, my child. Dumbledore waved his wand, and a notebook with a silver cover appeared on the table.

"Here are some of my thoughts, and I might help you. Dumbledore smiled and winked at Allen.

"Well, Professor, I have a reluctant request. Alan asked again.

Dumbledore looked at Alan through his glasses.

"If I can make sure I get an O on the final exam, I hope I don't have to go to class. Alan was comfortable making his intentions clear.

"At Hogwarts, there are a lot of young wizards who are very knowledgeable and have excellent grades. If you want to get that privilege, you first have to be a player in the Three Witches Tournament. Dumbledore said.

"Didn't you set up the magic to detect your age? I remember you warned me with your eyes. Alan couldn't help but laugh when he thought back to the beginning of the school year.

"I don't think the Powerful Confusion Charm is a problem for you at all. Asking someone for help is also a means. Dumbledore crossed his fingers and placed them on his chest.

"Alan, I'm glad you took the initiative to tell me about Moody's today. Although you are planning for the Harris family, you have a bottom line and an attitude. As Harry's friend, you are different from Mr. Harris. ”

Alan kept a polite smile and said goodbye to Dumbledore.

"Oh, it's so late!" Dumbledore nodded, and the door to the Headmaster's office opened silently on its own.

Just as Alan reached the door, Dumbledore stopped him.

"Alan, please tell Mr. Harris that even if he was an old friend of mine during the summer vacation, he would not be out of prison as long as I reigned for a day. It was his promise to me, he never lied to me, I believed him. ”

Alan was slightly stunned, and a name flashed through his mind - Gellert Grindelwald.

It was late at night when he returned to the tower, and instead of rushing to wash up and sleep, Alan spread out a piece of parchment and told Mr. Harris about the fake Moody and his conversation with Dumbledore.

The next day, when Alan wakes up from his sleep, Benny brings back a reply from Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris fully endorsed the plan to slow down for a period of time before making arrests. For him, it was not enough to simply remove Crouch from power.

During this time, he could collect some incriminating evidence, bribe some neutrals, and replace all the officials of the Crouch faction.

After breakfast, Alan hurried to the Potions classroom, and he wasn't the only one doing so.

The astute Ravenclaws have spotted Professor Snape's recent anomaly.

As everyone knows, Professor Snape is particularly interested in teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he hasn't been able to get the job for four years in a row.

Snape was resentful of his previous Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers and wrote it down on his face - but he seemed to be extra careful not to let this hostility come out of the way when it came to Mad-Eyed Moody.

Eating or passing down the hallway—it was obvious to everyone that Snape was avoiding Moody's eyes, whether it was the magic eye or the normal one.