"It's hard to imagine that the first person to notice something was wrong wasn't you, my friend, Dumbledore."

Under Dudley's narration, Moody, who knew the cause and effect, sighed.

He had repressed the magic eye that had been snatched away by Barty Jr., changed his clothes, and the group returned to the principal's office together.

"Alasto, I'm not omnipotent, I can only say that he plays you too much." Dumbledore looked apologetically at his few old friends who were still alive.

Barty Jr. did interpret Moody's madness to the point of being fake, even if he had been a friend for decades, he didn't see through it, if it wasn't for the taste of the compound decoction that exposed him, if he had stolen the secret about the Order of the Phoenix. It's scary just to think about.

Although strictly speaking, the Order of the Phoenix has no secrets.

Dumbledore pulled out a jar of yellow candy, first asked around, and after getting an unwanted reply, took out one of them, peeled it open and threw it into his mouth, and tasted the candy in small sips.

That's the password for today's principal's office - Lemon Snow Treasure.

The sweet and sour taste made Dumbledore's eyes squint in comfort.

"So what should we do with him now?" Moody gestured to Barty Jr., who was tied up in a lump. took out the kettle on his waist and poured it hard, both in terms of movement and demeanor, it was the same as the previous little Barty, but the liquid in the pot was changed from compound decoction to ordinary water.

Moody can be said to have no good feelings for Barty Jr., especially when this guy sneaks up on himself and is imprisoned by a Death Eater, which is a great shame for a front-line Auror like Moody who has been fighting against dark wizards all his life.

"He should be sent to prison, Azkaban is where he should be."

Fortunately, although Moody dislikes Barty Jr., he has not yet reached the point of lynching, and he will not use a life-threatening curse on Barty Jr. to vent his anger.

As a former Auror elite, Moody has spent most of his life capturing dark wizards, but he has never killed any of them, even if they have caused irreversible injuries to his body.

Not killing anyone is the goal of sticking to the bottom line for most of his life, and it is his belief in order to distinguish himself from the dark wizard.

In fact, Dudley still admires people like Moody's. But it's one thing to admire, it's another to admit or disagree with his approach, at least he won't show mercy to a wizard who hurts him.

"Professor Moody, I don't think Azkaban is a good place to go."

Dudman couldn't look down on this practice of throwing Azkaban prison at every turn, and there were so many ways for wizards to repent and atone for their sins, why should he give it to a group of dark magic creatures?

And wizards probably don't know that there is a kind of people in this world who are born with antisocial personalities, and they have a unique name - 'bad seeds', dementors that take away the happiness of others, and they don't work against the born bad seeds, and they will even like the environment there.

"I have a good idea"

Several people's eyes fell on Dudley.

"Aren't these Death Eaters plotting something in the shadows? In order to ensure that this plan can go smoothly, he even did not hesitate to arrange for his most trusted subordinates to infiltrate Hogwarts and disguise themselves as Professor Moody. Why can't we do the other way around? ”

"You want me to disguise myself as him?"

The experienced Moody's reacted immediately.

"To be precise, continue to disguise yourself, and only turn into Mr. Barty Jr. at the critical moment when necessary, and then surprise them."

"Boy." Listening to Dudley's advice, Moody did not refute, but looked at him seriously for a while and said, "You have a very flexible brain, and you should be a good Auror after graduation." ”

"Thank you, Professor. But I don't have much interest in the Aurors, and I'd rather succeed Professor Dumbledore than Lord Wizengamot. ”

Dudley decisively refused.

Aurors? What's the use of adding a little combat experience to the fight against the Dark Wizards? Not interested, not interested.

"If one day I come down from this position, I will definitely recommend you." Dumbledore followed Dudley's words, he said it from the bottom of his heart, if it weren't for Dudley's young age, he would have wanted to propose it directly to the Ministry of Magic.

"It's a pleasure to have your approval, Professor."

Dudley responded politely, and then his eyes fell on Barty Jr. again.

"Let's get a glimpse of your plans first, Mr. Barty, you'll tell me, won't you?"

As Dudley spoke, Barty's eyes gradually lost focus.

Little Barty's own biography, the dark magic - the Soul Extraction Charm.

An hour or so.

Little Barty, who had said everything, lay silently on the floor with his eyes, as if he had been 'wheeled' by dozens of strong men.

"They actually want Harry."

Moody's expression grew solemn.

Although Barty Jr. doesn't know the final purpose, it certainly won't be as simple as meeting anyway.

"To kill me?"

Obviously he was at the center of the discussion, but Harry's tone seemed very calm.

Moody shook his head and denied the claim, "No, Harry, just to kill you, it doesn't take that much effort, little Barty has a lot of chances"

"It's to lift the protective spell that Aunt Lily put on Harry." Dudley spoke.

"I think so." Dumbledore chimed in, "That Guardian Charm is ancient, but it can find a way to solve it. He was afraid that he wanted to kill Harry in front of everyone the moment he lifted the spell. ”

The ancient spell that Lily cast before she died would keep Harry safe from Voldemort until he became an adult, and Voldemort would theoretically do nothing but wait until Harry was an adult to kill him.

It's just that he can't wait that long.

Voldemort's first act upon his return was to kill Harry.

As long as Harry didn't die for a day, it would be a blow to his reputation.

"Father's bones, servants' flesh, enemies' blood"

Dudley uttered a few words that seemed to be unintentional, and Dumbledore stared at him suddenly.

"I'm curious about the spell and study it a bit."

"With these intrigues, it shows that Senior Tom is not in good shape, and he will definitely take this opportunity to come back."

"The blood of the enemy is Harry, and the flesh of a servant is any Death Eater, as for the bones of the last father. As far as I know, his biological father, Riddle Sr., has died. ”

So.

"Looks like our Tom is in the Riddle house."

Listening to the casual but incomparably accurate reasoning, looking at the teeth as strong as a hydraulic press, little Barty who had regained some consciousness only felt chills all over his body.

(End of chapter)