"It's true, your speed is really flattering... By the time you get to the top of the stairs, Crouch should be napping in Dumbledore's office..."Roger smacked his lips, but there was no hint of urgency in it.

If you succeed, if you don't... Anyway, Roger didn't have much hope for this solution that wasn't the way to go... If it really doesn't work, we will have to let our Mr. Savior die in three years~

After all, it's just a pity.

"Help me! I saw how fast you came!" Fake Moody growled anxiously, "Since you've come to me, you should know how much Crouch's meeting with Dumbledore will affect his master's plans..."

"Of course I know~" Roger interrupted him unhurriedly, and then smiled: "But this is my business?"

"You're not from our side?" Fake Moody blurted out as he was stunned by the thing's words.

"Of course not~" Roger waved his hand as a matter of course: "If you think about being a dog's leg or something, you will fall down..."

"Then what are you doing with me, wouldn't it be better to see me fail?" Fake Moody was a little confused by his attitude.

"The point is that I'm not Dumbledore's man," Roger kindly explained, "I can only say that I am chaotic and neutral, and I am a little kind at the moment... But that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with it, does it?"

What confusion, what neutrality, etc., you can see that you don't understand the fake expression, but this does not prevent him from understanding the latter half of the sentence.

"Are you kidding me!?" the fake Moody growled angrily. But the movement of his feet did not stop in the slightest, and making sure that Lord Voldemort's plans were smooth was his first priority.

"Of course not~" The smile on Roger's face became brighter and brighter, and his tone gradually rose: "I just put the success or failure of this whole thing on your speed..."

If you manage to intercept Mr. Crouch before he arrives at the door of Dumbledore's office, Voldemort will have a chance to resurrect and some idiot won't die so soon... On the contrary, if you don't catch up... I'm sorry, but you probably won't have a chance to survive tonight~"

"Bastard! madman!" Fake Moody scrambled to the staircase with a wooden leg, irritated by Roger's child's play.

"If something happens, the Dark Lord won't let you go!!" he growled.

Roger looked at the old face of the fake with pits and scars with interest, and only when he stared at him that he was a little hairy, did he say meaningfully: "It seems that Comrade Lao Fu does not trust you very deeply..."

"Nonsense! The Dark Lord has entrusted my life to me, and I'm willing to risk anything for him!" the fake Moody immediately retorted excitedly.

"Really, he didn't even mention me to you? Roger glanced at him with a smile.

"No way! How could a humble creature like you attract the attention of his master!? You lied to me!" The fake Moody sneered loudly, as if to comfort himself, and more like laughing at Roger's indiscretion.

"Oh... I understand. Roger patted his head in a 'sudden realization': "Is Voldemort too thin-skinned to be embarrassed to tell you?" haha, a first-grader was knocked unconscious, and he scribbled on his face... I wouldn't have been able to tell my followers about this shame..."

"Impossible!!" Fake Moody unconsciously raised his voice a little, and if he dared to slander the great Dark Lord again, he would dismantle Roger on the spot.

You keep running hard, I won't make trouble for you. Roger rubbed his hands with a smile: "After all, it's also about whether someone is going to die young~"

At the mention of this, the fake Moody snorted and didn't say a word, just kept his head down and hurried forward with his crutches and Baal. But he made up his mind in his heart, once this incident is over, he must teach this little kid who dares to threaten him a hard lesson!

However, Roger always referred to Harry Potter...

Hurrying and hurrying, finally, I caught up with the friends who were trotting all the way at the corner of the corridor on the sixth floor.

After making a 'good luck' gesture toward the fake Moody, Roger caught up with the group and shouted, "Ah, Professor Moody, why are you here?"

Fake Moody wiped his sweaty forehead from strenuous exercise in a panic, then stood up straight and said in a rough voice: "You guys don't stay in the common room in the middle of the night, you're still wandering around the corridor. Wait for me to get Professor McGonagall to keep you in confinement?"

The mismatched magic eye on his face was spinning, and his tone was puzzled: "Hagrid, you're here too, what's in your hand?"

As soon as these words rang out, the people in front of them suddenly stopped and turned around, and Hagrid, who had already walked around the corner at the front, also walked back with the stupid Mr. Crouch.

"Professor Moody, they're with me," Hagrid explained for the little ones, "we found Barty Crouch in the Forbidden Forest and were about to take him to Dumbledore. ”

"The Forbidden Forest?" Fake Moody's eyebrows furrowed, "Hagrid, I have to warn you that it's not fun to take students around the Forbidden Forest at this time. ”

"It's not in the Forbidden Forest, it's at the edge," Hermione said hurriedly, seeing that it was going to cause trouble for Hagrid, "Mr. Bagman summoned us to see the third project, and on the way back, we passed by Mr. Crouch who we met there..."

Fake Moody's eyes, one large and one small, looked at Hermione at the same time, and the girl looked at his abstract face with a calm expression.

"Alright, Hagrid, you can send the children back to the dormitory," Fake Moody looked away, and said in a gruff voice, "I happen to be going to Dumbledore's too, and Barty Sr. will leave it to me." ”

"Well... Alright," Hagrid hesitated, and then felt that Moody could be trusted, so he put Mr. Crouch on the ground with his hand, and said tactfully to the fake, "But you have to be careful, he must be a little injured..."

"Come with me, old Barty, what are you doing here?" Fake Moody limped over to Mr. Crouch, looking up and down as he looked up, "Looks like he's having a bit of a hard time?"

"I think he's hurt a little bit here," Roger pointed to his head, "It's useless to talk to him." ”

Mr. Crouch also made the corners of his mouth drool flow at the right time, and the fake Moody's nodded pretendedly: "It seems that this is indeed the case..."