Moody, as a former Auror and an old friend of Dumbledore, has some slightly strange actions that will not alert anyone at all if he does not do anything particularly out of the ordinary.

After all, it is understandable that this old man, who has been fighting against dark wizards for almost his whole life, will be left with similar war sequelae in his old age...

What's more, taking Mr. Crouch, who was originally an old colleague, to meet Dumbledore by the way, is not an outrageous practice.

So in the corridor on the sixth floor, the two groups parted ways.

As for how the fake Moody dealt with Mr. Crouch, whether it was to kill him, or to control the Imperius Curse to put on a good show in front of Dumbledore, that was not something Roger wanted to worry about...

If this fake can't get this basket right, it only means that little Harry doesn't have the longevity to live.

Hagrid didn't show anything out of the ordinary, and after sending Luna back, Roger said goodbye to him in front of the fat lady.

Crawling through the portrait hole into the common room, Hermione dragged Roger briskly to the corner where they were staying.

"Where did you go halfway through?" I found you missing not long after going up the stairs," Hermione said, rubbing her forehead, "but on the sixth floor you appeared quietly, followed by Professor Moody... What the hell is going on?"

"I went to the toilet~" Roger had an innocent expression: "Lying down in the Forbidden Forest is because of the urgency to urinate... But as soon as you started talking, it didn't end, and I had to endure it any longer. ”

"," Harry said incredulously, "we were next to Hagrid's hut, do you really want to go to the bathroom and not go back to Hagrid's house?"

Roger looked at the little savior with a caring expression on his handicapped face: "Did you find a toilet in Hagrid's house?"

Harry was speechless.

And this also led to a new question in everyone's hearts, how to solve Hagrid's physiological problems, will he just dig a hole in the forest?

Hermione and Ginny hurriedly shook their heads, shaking this question of ethics out of their minds.

"Ahem... How did you say Mr. Crouch ended up like that? ”

"I knew he had Alzheimer's at first glance," Roger said, leaning back in his chair, "It's normal at his age..."

"Don't make a fuss, Alzheimer's is not a sudden illness," Ginny interrupted impatiently.

"Huh, do you know this?" Roger was surprised this time.

Ginny rolled her eyes: "Don't think that there is no geriatric disease in the wizarding world..."

Neville smacked his lips as he didn't know what to say, it didn't seem like something to be proud of...

Roger's eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers to start the tirad mode: "You listen to me give you an example..."

"Half of the time since I met him, he was talking to a tree, as if he thought it was Percy, telling Percy about his work and giving instructions to Percy. This is one of the symptoms of typical Alzheimer's disease: impaired memory and disorientation of time and place. ”

This thing counted them one by one with his fingers and smashed them blindly to his friends: "Look at the clothes and dresses on his body, compare them with the little middle and two mustaches that were not messy a few months ago... You can't do outdoor activities independently, and you need help with dressing, personal hygiene, and personal appearance, right?"

"And involuntary drooling, which is also a facial nerve symptom, right? After all this, you dare to say that he is not Alzheimer's?"

Ginny thinks she's no fuck and says...

"But Mr. Crouch said he was going to give Dumbledore a heads up. I don't think it's gibberish," Hermione put one hand on the table, tapping it regularly, "And I'm sure he mentioned Bertha... He seemed to think she was dead, and kept saying that it was all his fault... He also mentions his son. ”

"He also mentioned that Voldemort was getting stronger, and that I," Harry added sullenly.

After a moment of silence, Neville said, "But we all saw him insane, so I don't think much of his words can be trusted..."

"Even Alzheimer's disease is staged, and there will always be a time when he is awake at that level," Roger said, scratching his chin, "The time when Voldemort is mentioned should be his most sober... He couldn't speak coherently, but then he seemed to know where he was and what he wanted to do. He kept saying he wanted to see Dumbledore. ”

Harry silently rose from his chair and walked to the window behind him, looking out the edge of the Forbidden Forest in the distance. Hagrid's hut was still lit in the dark.

"Although there hasn't been any action about Voldemort in the whole of last year, it doesn't mean that he has been eliminated or whatever," his voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't help but rub the scar on his forehead with his knuckles: "I can feel that his strength seems to be silently growing..."

"Are you dreaming again?" asked Roger, glancing at the little savior.

Harry numbled: "No, it's just that I feel this way... Maybe it's the psychological effect of listening to Mr. Crouch..."

The topic was discussed for a long time, and it was not until the common room was gone that Hermione suddenly remembered that they should all go back to the dormitory to sleep, tomorrow was not a holiday, and there were classes to be attended.

Early the next morning, on their way to breakfast, Harry thought they should go to Professor Moody and ask about the previous night.

"But do you think it's too early to see Professor Moody?" Hermione asked as they descended the spiral staircase.

"yes," Roger said vaguely, yawning, "if we wake him up while he's asleep, we'll probably blow us out." He'll think we're trying to sneak up on him while he's asleep. Let's wait until the end of class. ”

History of magic lessons have never been as slow and difficult as they are today. Harry kept looking at his watch, but he felt that the hands were moving so slowly that he could tell if it had broken in water.

They all looked tired after sleeping too late yesterday, and Roger fell asleep directly on his desk. Even Hermione didn't take notes, just stared blankly at Professor Binns.

The bell finally rang, dragging Roger, who was still a little dazed, Hermione and Harry hurried through the hallway, towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, and Professor Moody just came out of the classroom.

He looked as tired as they were. The eyelids of his normal eyes drooped, making his face look more crooked than usual.