Listening to Professor Dumbledore's words, Professor Moody's eyes were full of suspicion:

"Albus, my old fellow, are you sure your brain is fine?"

"Did you eat too much honey and your brain was covered in honey?"

As he spoke, he let out a sneer and tapped his temple,

"Dogs can't change their! Once you've eaten shit, the Death Eaters mongrels will never forget the taste of shit! ”

"Maybe Snape was just in good disguise! Don't forget, the evidence you see can also be faked! ”

Professor Dumbledore's face was still so calm:

"Alasto, I think you should be able to understand that there are some things that can never be faked, such as the truest human emotions."

"Friendship, and ...... Love! ”

"Huh!" Moody sneered again,

"I don't deny your theory, and I also believe that love and friendship have always been one of the most powerful magics."

"After all, you have to be full of truth when using spells, so that you can make spells as powerful as possible."

"But I still want to mention that the strength of love and friendship has nothing to do with whether they are real or not! The love and friendship you see can also be faked! ”

"Look at my eyes, look at my legs, look at the scars on my body!"

As he spoke, Professor Moody stood up and tapped his wooden leg,

"Remember how you didn't get this leg? It's a masterpiece by Scola Wilkes! ”

"He's Snape's classmate and best friend, and the Auror's genius known as a star of tomorrow!"

"What did he tell me when he first entered the Ministry of Magic? He swore to everyone that he would stick to the glory of pure blood and not fall into the darkness of Voldemort and the dark arts, as everyone else did! ”

"The result? I don't think you will forget it! ”

"If it hadn't been for the capture of Rabastan Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange, who cast a not-so-precise explosive curse behind my back, I wouldn't have lost this leg and let those two Death Eaters escape!"

"If this hadn't happened, the poor people of Frank and Alice wouldn't have been caught by those scum after Voldemort's downfall and tortured to madness by the Piercing Curse!"

"Wilkes seems to have a lot of friendship with all the Aurors! That friendship is really real in disguise! ”

"This hypocritical traitor! He deserved to be killed before Voldemort fell! ”

Professor Moody let out a roar, and spitting stars flew around his office, some even collapsing into portraits hanging on the walls.

The old headmasters were running around in disgust, trying to get as far away from Moody as possible.

But Professor Dumbledore sat straight behind his desk with a serious face, not even reaching out to wipe his face.

Professor Moody was still venting his emotions,

“…… and Travers, who assisted in the murder of the McKinnons and falsified evidence from within the Law Enforcement Division; August Lukewood, a member of the Department of Mystery Affairs who leaked information......"

"Do you still need me to list these traitor cases of forgery of love and friendship for you one by one?"

Professor Moody roared with all his might, his voice full of sarcasm,

"Have you forgotten all this? Albus!!! ”

Professor Dumbledore sighed silently, wiped his face with a handkerchief helplessly, and drank a large sip of honey milk to suppress the shock.

Instead of trying to erase the deep scars on his old friend's spirit and soul, he changed the subject:

"Alasto, the wizarding world is not peaceful right now."

"Peter Pettigrew's whereabouts are unknown after he escaped from Azkaban, and I have ample evidence that Voldemort's power is growing."

"It's hard for me not to think that in a desperate situation, Peter Pettigrew will most likely go back to Voldemort and help him regain his strength."

"If I'm not mistaken, Voldemort will be back soon."

"So I'd like you to tweak your lesson plan a little bit."

"In the last semester, Remus has taught students how to deal with most of the magical creatures that are common in life and have some danger."

"And I hope you can teach students some heavy things this semester, such as...... Let them know a little bit about black magic. ”

"If necessary, you can even teach them some of the dark arts that don't have much effect on the mind, such as the Crushing Charm."

Professor Moody's mood had regained his composure, and he nodded vigorously:

"I will, Albus, and it was meant to be part of my teaching plan."

"I'm even going to show the unforgivable spell to students from the third grade onwards in the first class of school!"

The cup that Professor Dumbledore had already brought to his lips stopped instantly.

There seemed to be an image flashing in front of his eyes, smiling at himself.

After a long while, he nodded slightly:

"It's up to you, Alasto, and I'm sure you know how things matter, so you won't interfere too much with your teaching plan."

"As long as you feel it's necessary."

"Of course, I'll take care of it. In addition, I am ready to do you a small favor for free. ”

Professor Moody suddenly added in a hoarse voice,

"I'll spy on Snape and Karkaroff on campus for free, don't thank me, Albus."

After finishing speaking, he didn't use crutches, he stood up quickly and strode out of the principal's office.

However, the moment he opened the office door, he turned back into the old man who was old and scarred, and seemed to be unable to walk without crutches.

The door to the Headmaster's office slowly closed, and darkness engulfed Professor Moody's figure and blocked Professor Dumbledore's gaze.

Professor Dumbledore sat tall in the light inside the door, while Professor Moody outside the door melted into the shadows.

…………

Hallie made her way back to her dorm room and got the Gryffindor common room password from Nick, whom she met on the way.

At this time, the lights are already out in the common room, and everyone goes back to bed for a good night's sleep after enjoying a big meal.

But today, the common room is brightly lit.

Many people flipped through textbooks on the history of magic that they had found at the bottom of the box, looking for information about the Triwizard Tournament page by page, trying to find clues between the lines.

Harley didn't disturb them, and quickly slipped back to her bedroom in a state of invisibility.

Lavender and Parvati don't know where they have gone, and they are most likely discussing the Triwizard Tournament in the other dorms.

Hermione had already helped Harley set everything up on the bed and sweep away the dust.

Now she was in her pajamas, lying on Harley's quilt, reading a heavy magic book.

Sensing that Hallie was back, Hermione sat up violently:

"Hallie, you're back! What are you going to talk to Professor Dumbledore? Is there a secret message about the Six Wizard Tournament? ”

"Barely so." Harley casually hung her robe on the wall and quickly pulled out the various items from the box.

"Don't look for it." Hermione watched Harley work in vain for a long time before she said with a smile,

"I've already put your toiletries for you in advance. The change of clothes was also at the head of the bed, and it had been cleaned by magic. ”

"Then you didn't say it earlier! I've been looking there for a long time! ”

Harley pretended to be a little angry, and slapped Hermione's buttocks lightly.

"Damn witch, how dare you...... I'll fight with you! ”

Hermione jumped up from the bed, fangs and claws about to come up and fight Harry.

But Harley quickly flashed and rushed to the bathroom with all kinds of supplies.

When Harley returned, before she could enter the room, she was covered with a thin quilt directly on her head.

Immediately afterward, the place where she had attacked Hermione earlier was counterattacked.

After a while, Hallie wrapped her wet hair in a towel and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Hermione, on the other hand, hugged Harry's quilt and listened to Harry talk about the general content of the conversation with Professor Dumbledore.

"So, you've decided to go to the Final Six Tournament?" Hermione asked with a smile,

"I don't know how desperate people from other schools must be!"

"It's okay, the skills are not as good as people, who can they blame?"

Harley secured the towel and lay back violently, enjoying the so-called knee pillow in the Japanese comic books that Dudley bought.

"No one has ever competed with me at Hogwarts, and no one has ever competed with me outside of Hogwarts. My sister's main focus is self-confidence! ”

"Tsk." Hermione smacked her lips sympathetically, "Good night, then, future Hogwarts Warriors." ”

"Go back to your bed! This is my quilt! ”

"You're welcome, I don't mind. By the way, I'm nine months older than you, you should call me sister. ”

…………

At night, Hermione, who had been forced to stay in Harley's bed, had fallen asleep, but Hallie was still awake.

Her eyes were closed, her face was wearing seals, and her brain was working wildly.

Voldemort was a master magician, and he was extremely skilled in memory.

So despite how weak he is now, Harley still doesn't constantly monitor Peter Pettigrew's memories in order not to startle the snake.

However, according to his own observations, Peter Pettigrew has not been separated from Voldemort since before the Quidditch World Cup final in England.

So it wasn't until tonight that Harley jumped at the chance to take a quick look at Peter Pettigrew's memories.

"Tut-tut, this life is so rich." As Harley browsed, she couldn't help but be amazed,

"Poor Peter Pettigrew, he's fallen out of favor again!"

During the riot on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final, Peter Pettigrew held his baby-turned-master in one hand and held his wand aloof, unleashing the Dark Mark.

That scene...... Anyway, Peter Pettigrew himself felt more ashamed than ever.

And the reason why they released the Dark Mark was to warn and intimidate Lucius, a group of wall grass, to give them a small psychological punishment first, to ensure that this group of traitors could not sleep well at night;

On the other hand, it is also to find something to do for the employees of the Ministry of Magic, especially Barty Crouch Sr., so that Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew can take the opportunity to invade the tent of Crouch's house.

Barty Sr. tries to prevent any accidents, such as letting his son suddenly escape from the Imperius Curse and running away, or finding Barty Jr. when someone like Bertha finds him.

So he set up a lot of spells on his tent, so to speak, to build the tent as solid.

But in front of a master like Voldemort, these defenses are still not enough.

It took Voldemort less than a minute to easily find a loophole in the tent and sneak in without a sound.

Crouch's house-elf Twilight was immediately under control, and failed to warn Barty Crouch Sr.

Barty Crouch Jr., who was already about to break free, sped up with the help of his master.

Voldemort naturally admired his loyal servant, who tried to find his traces even after he lost power.

In particular, his magic attainments are still very strong, and his brain is also very good.

This kind of loyal talent...... It's not a thousand times better than Peter Pettigrew's wallhead grass and waste!

Peter Pettigrew's fall from grace became a matter of course.

After Barty returned from the child, he became Voldemort's special stroller, responsible for taking care of Voldemort's three meals a day, and by the way, he had to prepare food for one of Voldemort's large snakes.

Under Barty Jr.'s arrangement, Peter Pettigrew and Barty Jr. plotted together to return to the tent with a tired old Barty, and directly controlled him with the Imperius Curse.

Voldemort unearthed more information from his mouth, such as the newly upgraded Six Tournament and the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, the retired Auror Moody.

Voldemort had planned to have Barty Jr. sneak up on Moody and infiltrate Hogwarts in his place with Polyjuice Potion, waiting for an opportunity to replace an item in the final level of the Six-wizard Tournament with a Portkey.

When it comes to the finals, as long as Barty Jr. patrols as Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, he will have a chance to catch Harley and force him to touch the portkey.

In this way, Dumbledore was entangled because of the award ceremony and could not get out, and he was able to recover his body smoothly.

However, this plan was blocked by Barty Jr.'s words.

After digging through all the newspapers about Harley in recent years, Barty Jr. decided that Hallie, as a potions master, was likely to have a loophole when she used Polyjuice Potion in front of her.

After all, the noses of potions masters are still very sensitive to the smell of potions, and the flavor of compound potions is full of signatures.

And according to Peter Pettigrew, Harley still has a map of the living spots in her hands.

He has the ability to erase his traces with the magical ritual Peter Pettigrew describes, but he can't replace his name with Moody.

So little Barty finally decided to disguise himself as his father, after all, the two have the same name, and there will be no problems with the event map.

As for the question of appearance, Barty Jr. is almost a copy of Barty Sr. when he was young.

Having spent so many years with his father, Barty Jr. is also very familiar with his father's words, deeds and way of thinking.

So through some advanced transfiguration, he can also disguise himself as his father.

Combined with the information dug out of his father's head, he was completely sure that the disguise would succeed and not show any flaws.

As for more plans, the trio have not yet made a decision, after all, Barty Sr. has not yet learned the details of the Six Powerhouse Tournament from the Ministry of Magic.

Anyway, there is only one core idea of the whole conspiracy - to use the opportunity of the Six Wizard Tournament to powerless Harley and bring him to Voldemort and resurrect him.

Honestly, when Harley saw the plan, she went through all the most painful memories in her head before she stopped laughing.

All I can say is...... They really dare to think!

Harley pulled her consciousness away from Peter Pettigrew's memory, and her body on the bed smiled sarcastically.

It's like I've opened my eyes and understood everything clearly.

Harley doesn't even know how to lose!

…………

The next morning, the storm that had been blowing all night finally stopped.

However, the scene on the ceiling of the auditorium did not become much more, but changed from lightning and thunder to dark clouds.

Professor McGonagall quickly sent out the class schedule and turned to the sixth-graders' course selection questions.

Hallie looked at her brand new schedule and felt that it was a good thing that it had stopped this morning after a night of rain.

After all, the Gryffindors had a whole morning of outdoor classes, and that was in the rain...... Wait, maybe you won't have to!

Damn, why did you stop the heavy rain!

Hermione's timetable looked much cleaner than it had been last year, at least after giving up divination and Muggle studies, it looked like a normal person's timetable.

However, Hermione's time-turner had been returned to Professor McGonagall, and she could no longer hold it.

At the end of last semester, before Hermione handed the time-turner back to Professor McGonagall, Harley reaped some benefits.

For example, the two time realm charms that he forcibly created with his own snake hair.

Although because the material that carries the extraordinary capacity and the capacity that needs to be carried do not belong to the same field, the effect of making it is not so good.

But in demigod-level battles, this kind of spell can also be used.

…………

The first class in the morning was a herbal medicine class, and Professor Sprout was so ...... It's really love and hate.

She prepared Babo tubers for the young wizards as a gift to welcome everyone back from the new semester.

To be honest, this plant is not like a plant, but rather like a large slug.

They were all black, with inexplicable mucus on their faces, and they came straight out of the soil, all of them squirming slightly, and there were many shiny bulges on their bodies, in which there was a faint flow of liquid.

The task for the Year 4 students was to squeeze the pus from the Babo tubers and collect it.

At first, the little wizards were desperate to stay away from it, after all, Babo's Tuber was really not photogenic.

But when Professor Sprout told everyone that this pus is of high value and can be used to treat refractory acne.

All the first batch of concentrated water for the Year 4 students will be provided to the school health office to help them treat the pimples on their faces.

Almost all of them began to squeeze forward desperately again.

I said that there was such a good effect! Who thinks their skin isn't good enough?

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(Thanks to the two bigwigs of "Nine-Tailed Yan Fox" and "Shepherd Boy and Sugar" for their tips!) ）

(ps. Regarding the specific scope of black magic, according to sources that do not know where it came from, the explosion spell, the smashing spell, and the cutting spell were all classified as black magic by Rowling in an interview.) And the official Harry Potter encyclopedia bought by the author directly classifies the explosion curse as a curse, so ...... Who said Hogwarts doesn't teach dark arts! ）

Recommend it, friends new books.

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