An arm leaped into the air, then slammed to the ground, the wand falling to the ground and gurgling and rolling until it hit a protruding stone, and the crimson blood stained the grass on the ground.

'Moody' sat down on the ground with a pale face, his right shoulder empty, blood slowly flowing down the huge laceration.

The invisible blade of Harry's blade sliced through Moody's wand.

'Moody' was covered in sweat, the corners of his mouth were pale, and his lips were slightly squirming, as if he was muttering something.

Silent casting

Quite a skillful technique, but unfortunately the skillful spell is not good, he has been chanting for a long time and has not seen any effect, because the ordinary healing spell is simply unable to heal the injuries caused by the Divine Blade.

Only its exclusive counterspell can.

Unfortunately, this spell was invented by Snape but not popularized, and 'Moody' did not know what its counterspell was.

Dudley picks up the wand that 'Moody' dropped.

Twelve-inch, ancient Yi sumu, unicorn hair.

Dudley weighed his hand a few times, and the unicorn fur in the center of the wand was somewhat "wilted" under the Eye of Data, which in Ollivanders' words meant that the wand had been brutally treated and forcibly used by someone who was not its original owner.

This wand is not the fake Moody's, but the real Moody's.

The wand was not in his hands and that was one of the reasons for Moody's failure, but not the main reason, the most important thing was that he underestimated Harry.

Desperate to defeat Harry, desperate to escape from here.

Resulted in being defeated by Harry's spell.

"Well done, Harry, you're a qualified wizard now."

Harry's face was flushed from praise, and his heart was full of excitement and excitement, and he felt recognized.

"Help. Help me."

Unable to treat his wounds, 'Moody' lay dying on the ground due to blood loss, making a faint cry for help from Dudley.

"I thought you would rather die than give in."

Dudley didn't rush to treat him, but squatted down and looked at him and said, "Didn't you dedicate your life to Senior Tom?" ”

"Do you really want me to save you?"

The most terrifying thing in the world is not an instantaneous death, but watching yourself die little by little, especially feeling your physical strength gradually disappearing, your vision gradually blurring, and your body becoming colder and colder, but powerless, few people can withstand this fear.

By this time, 'Moody' was barely able to speak, and his instinct to survive made him try to hold on to Dudley's trouser legs.

"Heal fast."

The wand was a little at the wound and the injury was stopped, but Moody's condition was not much better due to the excessive blood loss from the previous period.

With another wave of his wand on Moody's body, Moody's body began to deform rapidly, and a handsome young man with short hair with white lips was of course also in a state of dying with only one breath left.

"Brother D, who is he?! What about Professor Moody's? ”

Harry finally looked surprised when he saw the young man.

"Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., the only son of Mr. Barty Crouch, a Death Eater who lived up to his mother's sacrifice."

"I think we should go to the principal's office first."

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"Lemon Snow Treasure"

With Dudley's command to the statue, the two entered the passage leading to the office.

"Dudley, I don't remember telling you today's password."

Dumbledore, dressed in a nightgown full of little stars, looked at the two uninvited guests who broke into the headmaster's office with a little helplessness.

"I guess that's what you like."

Dudley sat down as if he were back at home.

Looking at the chair that was gradually bent but not completely broken, carrying the weight that should not be carried at its age, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was slightly distorted.

It's going to have to be fixed with a spell again.

"As an old man, or an elderly person who is over 100 years old, poor sleep quality will have a great impact on memory."

"You're not looking for me to ask for another four-headed dragon, are you? Not here. ”

After all, it was Dumbledore, and most of the time his personality belonged to the category of old urchins.

"Of course not."

"Look at this, Professor Dumbledore."

With a wave of Dudley's wand, a man fell out of thin air, none other than Barty Crouch Jr., who had regained a trace of blood.

“！！！”

Dumbledore looked at Barty Crouch Jr.'s familiar clothes and the iconic magic eye, and gradually retracted the smile on his face, and his expression began to become serious.

"What the hell is going on?"

After briefly telling Dumbledore what had happened, Dumbledore asked, "Dudley, can you tell me how you found him?" ”

Dudley shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's actually very simple, as a student who is quite good at potions, I am quite sensitive to the smell of potions. ”

"The unique taste in the compound decoction is something I will never forget."

"I think Mr. Barty Jr. must have been careless, and I smelled that peculiar smell when he passed me yesterday."

"Carrying a compound decoction with you, and drinking it has not changed in the slightest, that can only mean that this person is a fake."

With his current abilities, he could easily distinguish most of the potions in the wizarding world just by smell.

Dumbledore nodded, agreeing with this statement, he looked at little Barty and spoke again: "Polyjuice potion requires fresh hair, so the real Moody must not have been killed, so where is he?" ”

Barty Jr. pursed his lips and was about to speak, only to hear Dudley's voice interject.

"Professor's dormitory. There was a big, big suitcase in there, and the real Moody's Eight Achievements were in it, and I guessed what was in it the first day I saw it. ”

Barty Jr.: "!! ”

'You've been eyeing me since day one?' ’

Dumbledore nodded again, and hurried with the two of them to Professor Moody's quarters.

When I opened the door, I saw the huge suitcase that stood out.

With a wave of the wand, the large lock on the trunk opens and falls automatically.

Lift the lid of the box and open it layer by layer like a mechanism, revealing the inside of the box.

The box was a prison cell, and inside lay a lame old man.

The real Moody's.

Moody hurriedly looked up after seeing the lid opened, and his heart fell when he saw that it was Dumbledore.

After rescuing Moody, he hurriedly thanked Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, I knew you would find me." ”

"No, Alasto, it's not me."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"First meeting, real Professor Moody!"

Dudley's hearty voice rang out behind Moody.

(End of chapter)