"I'll do it myself, I don't think you have anything to drink," the two sat down in the living room, Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand and waved his wand to summon a bottle of oak mead, "And this time the Ministry of Magic is going to be tricky." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Hah, anything is going to get tricky when you run into that big fool!" Moody sneered at the incompetent minister, pulling a curved bottle from his bosom and taking a long sip, his eye spinning for a moment.

Dumbledore was no longer surprised by this, and after taking a sip of honey wine, he said, "Fudge is not as bad as you say, but he is a little more suspicious, just like you are now." ”

Moody let out a cold snort through his mutilated nose and asked, "What are you doing here to talk to me today?" ”

Dumbledore lowered his glass and said seriously, "I'm here to ask you to be the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, you know, Lupin was forced to resign after less than a year. ”

"Tsk," Moody rubbed his scarred chin with his palm, "That's not a comfortable job... I've heard that no one can teach that science for more than a year. ”

"You only need to teach for a year, and I'll figure it out again next year," Dumbledore advised, "and I found that there was no trace of Voldemort in the Albanian forests, and it seemed that he had tricked some poor man into taking him out of there." ”

Moody sat up straight all of a sudden, and his eyes, one big and one small, looked at Old Deng: "Did Voldemort move?

"There's not much news yet, but I think it's important for Voldemort to have a body of his own... But Harry wasn't going to give up," Dumbledore said, "and given the international events coming up at Hogwarts this year, with so many outsiders coming to the school, I needed someone I could trust and be strong enough to help me." ”

"The Triwizard Tournament, huh, it's been suspended for more than a century, and it's restarted at this time..."Moody said in a rough voice, and resolutely agreed: "Okay, then I, a retired guy, will also come out to play some residual heat." ”

Dumbledore smiled without any surprise, his old friend as a former Auror had never spared no effort in the fight against the Dark Wizard.

Without touching the wine on the table again, Lao Deng stood up, and Moody's eyebrows, which were not thick on his normal eyes, raised: "You shouldn't be leaving now, right?"

Dumbledore said apologetically, "No way, Alasto." The latest events have come together, and I need to be there for the organizing meeting of the Triwizard Tournament, and then I need to make a trip to Hampstead..."

"Hampstead?" Moody thought for a moment, "I've heard that the sudden appearance of magical creatures there has attracted a lot of illegal animal traffickers to rush there and make a fortune... This is a bit of a minor hassle for the Ministry of Magic. ”

Dumbledore opened the door, and when he heard this, he turned around and said, "About the big trouble, I think you'll see it tomorrow in the Daily Prophet... As for going to Hampstead, it's for a little guy who gets into trouble all the time... Okay, goodbye to school. ”

After speaking, Lao Deng's figure disappeared with a twisted "poof".

Moody watched his old friend leave, and after vigilantly observing the safety around his house, he closed the door with confidence.

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In the Collins cottage, the three children were listlessly slumped on the old leather couches in the living room.

The television was on, but Mr. Granger, who was alone in his chair, was watching the news intently. Caroline dozed off her brother's shoulder with her eyes closed, Hermione rubbed her forehead weakly, her post-hangover headache bothering her, and Roger, who was silently playing the game console in a paralyzed position...

Mrs. Granger was busy in the kitchen making a breakfast that could be used as lunch, her face was unsightly, and her lips were pursed tightly, exactly like Hermione's expression when she found out that Roger had run into trouble.

The reason was entirely because Mrs. Granger woke up in the morning and found a large pile of empty wine bottles in the living room that the three of them had forgotten to clean up after drinking last night, coupled with the smell of wine in her mouth after waking up her daughter...

The rest of the morning was spent under the preaching of Mrs. Granger, which apparently made her feel that she had neglected her daughter during this time... If it weren't for the breakfast, Roger was very skeptical that she would have said all day...

A variety of sumptuous delicacies were placed on the table, and Madame Granger was still stinking as she beckoned to the crowd to open the meal.

Caroline stuffed something into her mouth in a daze, and Roger, in view of his attribute of being someone else's child, wisely didn't say much, and ate wildly.

After all, Caroline and Roger are outsiders, and Madame Granger says they are not suitable, not to say that they are not suitable, after all, underage drinking is a very bad habit... What should I do? Then I had to educate the two siblings by saying Hermione's words.

So if Roger dares to touch this moldy head, little Hermione will have to suffer three times the damage...

In this atmosphere of no one to speak, Roger had just inserted a spilled roast sausage when there was a knock on the door.

"I'll go, and you can eat. Before anyone else could make a move, the boy jumped up with the roast sausage in his mouth, and he was awkward enough in this atmosphere.

Trotting open the door, Roger's height, the elder Deng's trademark long beard came into view first.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what an unexpected visitor—" Roger's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't stop chewing.

"Isn't it early for lunch at this time?" asked the old man, glancing at the half of the sausage in the boy's mouth, and smiling.

"No, it's a belated breakfast," Roger shrugged his shoulders, and then asked in a weird way, "I'm curious, but the headmaster, who usually has a lot of opportunities, came over in a hurry to eat... Do you want to eat?"

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the boy's words, but pointed to the inside of the room and said, "Won't you invite me in and sit?"

Roger leaned against the door frame, not in the slightest hint of getting out of the way: "We're having breakfast, and we won't have enough to eat when you come in." ”

Lao Deng's eyes behind the lenses glanced at him, and said in a brisk tone: "Are you sure you won't let me in? This is a very important matter, and it concerns more than you." ”