"Professor Moody?" called Harry from the crowded hallway.

"Hello, Potter. Moody's said angrily.

His magical eyes glanced at Roger, then at the two first-year students, who quickened their pace, looking a little nervous. Then that eye rolled to the back of his head, and he watched the two students turn the corner before he began to speak.

"Come in. ”

He took a step back and let them into the empty classroom, dragging himself lame and closing the door.

"Did Mr. Crouch say anything?" asked Harry, straight to the point.

"No, it's useless..."Moody walked over to the podium and sat down, straightened his wooden legs, groaned softly, and pulled the curved bottle out of his trouser pocket, "Aside from repeating his disgusting son all the time, I'm instructing a guy named Weatherby..."

Roger, who was squinting his eyes and sleepwalking next to him, couldn't help but glance at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he didn't speak.

Hermione didn't notice the expression on her friend's face, looked at the professor and asked, "But I heard that he should be recuperating at home, how did he end up in the forbidden forest of the school?" ”

"I don't know," Moody took a sip into the bottle, "but it's certain that he had apparitioned to Hogsmeade, and Miss Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks Tavern said she saw him on the corner..."

"And how is Mr. Crouch now?" Hermione asked.

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic sent someone to St. Munger's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries last night...", Moody yawned profusely, the scars on his face tensed, and the missing teeth in his crooked mouth could be seen.

Then he added, "By the way, I told Dumbledore that you found Crouch, and the Headmaster asked me to tell you that even if the three of you want to be detectives, you can't help with Crouch." Dumbledore had already informed the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry was sending someone to investigate the matter. You can concentrate on the third project. ”

"What?" said Harry, "Oh, well—" Hermione and Harry had almost forgotten about it since last night's incident.

"You should know this time," Moody looked up at Harry, scratching his unstubbed, scarred chin, "Dumbledore, you've seen this kind of play many times." When I was in my first grade, I broke through a series of traps to protect the Philosopher's Stone, didn't I?"

"They've helped, too," Harry said busily, "Roger and Hermione." ”

Moody smiled.

"Okay, you two," Moody looked at Roger and Hermione with those normal eyes, "keep up with Potter, okay? I'll be keeping an eye on the situation, but... It's always good to have a few more pairs of eyes. Vigilance is necessary. ”

He took another long sip, his magical eyes turning out the window. From there you can see the tallest one-leaf sail on the Durmstrang Great Ship.

At this point, Moody didn't want to talk anymore, and Roger, who was leaning against the wall, opened his eyes and said with rare understanding: "Okay, let's go if there's nothing to do, Professor Moody still has something to do..."

Walking to the door, Harry paused and hesitated, leaning on the door frame and looking back, "I don't know if what Mr. Crouch said is true, but there were a few times last night when he wanted to remind Dumbledore that he had done something terrible... It was also mentioned that there was also Voldemort... It's like Voldemort has gotten stronger..."

"Did he really say that?" Moody looked at Harry, his scarred face looking horrible.

Harry nodded affirmatively, "But I'm not sure if he was really awake then..."

"Alright, I see," Moody said as he struggled to lower his wooden leg and stood up, "Go ahead, I'll tell Dumbledore about this... And don't forget my words and stay vigilant!"

The next morning, a tawny owl landed in front of Hermione with a copy of the Daily Prophet in its mouth.

Hermione picked up the newspaper and flipped through the first few pages as she ate her toast, and immediately exclaimed, "Oh my God!

Roger and Harry came over, and the girl spread out the newspaper on the table, and although it didn't take up a lot of space, the headline on it was shocking.

"Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, died of illness last night at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries!?" Harry couldn't help but read the title aloud.

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, and they all looked down to see what was written on it.

Roger glanced at it and returned his gaze to the bacon plate in front of him: "Don't look at it, it must be all made up by the Ministry of Magic to fool people... Crouch was 100 percent killed. ”

Hermione gasped and suddenly reflected, "You mean... Kill people and kill people?"

"Crouch must have known something, so he was chosen to be killed by the enemy," Roger stroked the knife in his hand: "After all, the dead are the ones who can best keep secrets..."

"Enemy? secret... Voldemort!" Harry chewed on Roger's words and jerked his head up, "He's really strong..."

Hermione didn't speak, the fork in her hand poked at the toast on her plate.

Suddenly, she looked at Roger and asked thoughtlessly, "You really didn't throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire?"

Roger slowed down for two seconds to understand what the girl wanted to ask, shook his head and said, "No... After all, it's easy to make a kill look like an accident in Triwizard Tournament..."

He wasn't lying this time, he really didn't throw the name of the little savior into the cup, but the reason was another matter.

"But who could it be...", Hermione said at a loss, "there are so many people from outside coming to school this year..."

"Alright, cheer up," Roger tapped the plate with a crisp tinkling sound, "Although many strange things have happened, we are not all unprepared... Whoever dares to beat us up will have to pay the price of being bitten hard! Moody is right, the most important thing now is to prepare well for the third event, and start immediately. ”

Voldemort's return was under great pressure, and Hermione urgently gathered all the members of the illegal group and began to practice frantically searching for poison charms.

Roger didn't go leisurely either, and if nothing happened in the third project, he was going to meet Comrade Lao Fu in his plan... The fully recovered Dark Lord is not yet a good existence.

"I feel like I'm skilled enough with the stun spell... Faint!" In the Requirement Room, Ginny waved her wand, and the red light struck Harry, who was practicing with her.

Suddenly, the little savior was directly knocked out by the huge force, and lay on the ground motionless.