After the dinner, Dumbledore and Moody returned to the Headmaster's office together. Moody sat under his chair, the MONOCULUS spinning as the headmaster's portraits stared at it, pointing and whispering.

Dumbledore waved his wand and a cup of ashwagandha tea appeared on the table, a magical plant from India that helps relieve fatigue and fall asleep.

The principal didn't give Moody a cup too, and his old friend had always been cautious and would never drink tea from others in a solitary setting.

"Albus, in the next Triwizard Tournament, there will be two Death Eaters roaming Hogwarts." Moody said in a hoarse voice: "Even when the wizard war was at its most intense, this situation did not occur, would you be too arrogant, and you are really not afraid of something that will happen to those little wizards?" ”

"Alasto, Severus was indeed a Death Eater, but he went over to us before Voldemort's downfall, risking great danger to spy for me." Dumbledore picked up the cup, took a sip, and said in a calm voice, "He's not a Death Eater anymore. ”

"Do you really trust Severus Snape?" Moody looked at him with suspicion.

"Of course, what reason do I have not to trust him? I asked him to do it, and he didn't let me down once. Dumbledore looked at Moody and said with a serious expression, "I hope you can trust him too." ”

"Albus, not everyone has the talent to trust others too much, and I used to be as naïve as you." Moody let out a sneer from deep in his throat, then pointed to the missing part of his nose and said in a rough voice, "Remember what it was?" ”

"Evan Rozier."

"That's right!" Moody's mouth was contorted, and his eyes were piercing and full of hatred.

"I took him into the Auror office back then, helped him become an official Auror, and raised him like a son, it was a lot of effort, but how did he repay me?!"

"It's good luck that the Explosion Curse and Avada are dead...... Therefore, he finally died at my hands, and he deserved it. ”

"Since then, I won't fully trust whoever it is, trust can lead to death, let alone a former Death Eater like Snape?!"

"Dogs can't change to eat, and cats can't help but steal." Moody's lips contorted, pulling out a terrible smile.

"My dear Albus, nothing can change a man's nature, not even your excessive trust!"

"That's why I asked you to come here, Alasto." Dumbledore put down his teacup and rubbed his temples with both hands.

"Keep an eye on Karkaroff for me."

"Karkaroff?" Moody snorted, "I thought you'd trust this guy more than Snape." ”

"Why do you think so?"

"In order to survive, Karkaroff betrayed so many servants of the Dark Lord back then, and he can't go back." Moody laughed and said: "His life and death, honor and disgrace, but all depend on you, how dare you betray again!" ”

"No, Karkaroff is the real chameleon and coward." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "In order to save his life, he can betray his companions, or he can change the court in the blink of an eye for this." Moody was silent for a while, then said thoughtfully, "Okay, I'll help you keep an eye on the two of them!" "'Both of them'...... And, of course, Snape.

However, Dumbledore had no intention of convincing his stubborn old friend that he only needed to help.

"By the way, Albus, there's something that strikes me as ominous." Moody said suddenly.

"The attack of the Quidditch World Cup?" Dumbledore's eyelids drooped.

"That's right!" Moody nodded, his eyes cloudy and his tone full of doubt.

"How many years have the Death Eaters not been active on such a large scale? Ever since the Dark Lord disappeared, they have been sneaky and afraid to see the light. ”

"Because Voldemort is back." Dumbledore said with a solemn expression: "Actually, he came back from Albania last year with the help of Peter Pettigrew, but in the end Peter was killed by Rove, and Voldemort was forced to blow himself up and escape. Hearing Dumbledore's words, Moody frowned and said, "That Newt's grandson, Rove Scamander, is really as powerful as you say?" ”

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled smugly, "Rove has had many face-to-face encounters with Voldemort in the past three years, and he has had the upper hand in all of them. I can talk to you more about it when I have time in the future. Moody raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, do you think this Death Eater's large-scale movement has something to do with the Dark Lord?" ”

"Yes." Dumbledore said seriously: "I have this hunch, and his actions this time will be different. So I want you to teach those students something real, Alasto! They were too weak, and in the past few years, they had only met Sirius as a reliable professor. ”

"Since you say so, then I'm going to teach something other than textbooks?!" Moody laughed.

"For example?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Let them feel the dark arts." Moody squinted his eyes.

"There are some more evil forces." Dumbledore put down the glass, crossed his hands, squinted in thought.

"Albus, you also said that the Dark Lord may re-emerge." Moody's expression was extremely serious.

"We need to let them know what the real danger and cruelty are." Dumbledore didn't answer immediately.

Moody looked at the hesitant headmaster and snorted dissatisfiedly, "You can't let these children come into contact with these when the war comes, right?" Then it will be too late! Dumbledore sighed and nodded imperceptibly.

Moody laughed in satisfaction, but the smile quickly faded, and the blue eyeballs that had been rolling up and down rolled into his head.

"Someone has come looking for you, and it looks like I've taken up too much of your time." Moody stood up, slowly pushed his chair away, and headed for the door.

Rove stood in the doorway, about to knock, when the door creaked open, and Professor Moody walked out of the room.

The boy didn't expect Moody to be there, so he hurriedly said, "Professor Moody, good evening." Moody stared at Rove, glanced at the black suitcase in his hand again, then nodded and limped towards the spiral staircase.

Rove waited for Moody to walk away before entering the principal's office and taking a seat in his chair. Dumbledore had already poured the boy a cup of ashwagandha tea, the fingertips of his hands touching together, his chin resting on top of his fingertips, and his eyes looking at the boy through the half-moon-shaped lenses.

"Rove, it's so late, do you have something to do with me?" Rove nodded, placed the box on his desk, and when he opened it, he waved his wand and flew out of a golden statue.

"Professor, not long ago, Shirley and I went to the Ravenclaw tomb and found ...... in the tomb This statue! ”…………