Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 603

"But...Professor Moody, this...is not easy!"

"Albert has already told us about this. My parents are both working and living in London... They can't just throw everything away just based on my words... and move to another country?" Hermione said anxiously.

Among McGuffin and the others, Hermione was the one who was most worried about her relatives.

After all, only her relatives are truly staying in London.

As for Harry...

In terms of his relationship with the Dursley family alone...,
Even if Harry was willing to tell them the news, the family would not believe it.

And McGuffin has only one older sister, Emily Albert, who is in London.

The rest of the family are in Manchester.

"No specific time?" Hermione asked again.

"This?"

Moody was also questioned.

This kind of thing is just a guess, how could there be any specific timetable.

It seemed that Hermione was really anxious and dizzy, and actually asked such a stupid question.

Then Hermione realized it too, and fell silent with a dejected look on her face.

At this time, Moody's magic eye rolled quickly in the socket, but he always ended up staring at the MacGuffin.

"McGuffin Albert, how did you guess something was going to happen in London?" he asked dryly.

"Sir, if you have personally experienced the incident at the Ministry of Magic... you can also understand that the Dark Lord is not the kind of person who flees and hides... Now that he is resurrected, he will always do something to officially announce his comeback..."

"And the victim at the time, Ms. Mafalda Hopkirk, once warned me...to stay away from London and the UK. She should have known something? That's why she told me this..." McGuffin said.

"Really?" said Moody, his magic eyes fixed on the MacGuffin, hardly moving or blinking.

It seems to be distinguishing whether these words are lies or not.

They stared at each other in silence.

Harry and the others in front of him were also affected by it and did not speak.

In this office, only the looking glass and the black magic detection instrument buzzed endlessly.

In the end, Ron couldn't stand the atmosphere. He broke the silence first and asked, "Professor, on Christmas night... the Muggle village massacre that was mentioned in the newspaper, was it really as McGuffin told us? Did you and Professor Dumbledore solve it?"

Moody grinned.

"Is that what MacGuffin said..."

"He is too humble, and he himself played a big role in this matter."

The atmosphere is much more relaxed.

Then Moody took another sip of the spirit from his flagon, and the magic eye moved from McGuffin to Harry, and he asked,

"One more thing... so...Harry, have you cracked the secret of that golden egg..."

After seeing the strange faces of McGuffin and Harry, Moody understood.

"Oh, it seems that you have already taken out the seeds of the World Tree..." Moody asked himself.

His magic eye stared at Harry's palm that held the Yggdrasil seed.

Seeing this, Harry could only call out in his heart, and let the fluorescent seedling slowly reappear in his palm.

"Yes, that's it..." Moody said gruffly, "I thought you couldn't find a way to open it..."

"How do you..." Moody asked.

"McGuffin also has a seedling of the world tree, which can resonate with the seeds... Everything after that was speculated by Hermione."

Harry quickly explained.

"Okay! Very good! I thought you were the only one among the warriors who didn't crack the secret of the golden egg..."

Moody said, "Karkaroff, Maxim, Aginbad...they don't have as good a moral level as Dumbledore..."

Ron said, "Professor Moody, you mean..."

"Well, in the original Triwizard Tournament... there has always been a tradition of cheating. This is not surprising. Of all the warriors who got the golden egg, only one person cracked the secret, then some people will be unable to sit still..."

"Is it true that all warriors cheat like this... Cedric Diggory too?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, he is from Hufflepuff. The legend about the World Tree has long been familiar by heart. I guess he figured this out right away..." Moody replied.

"What is the use of this seedling?"

Harry looked at the palm of his hand, which glowed with golden-green light balls, and asked curiously.

Moody didn't answer, his face full of scars... actually showed a longing look.

"I can't reveal this to you... In short, it has something to do with the venue of the second match. I can only say that Fudge and Dumbledore have made an unprecedented effort this time!"

"In short, the seedlings of this world tree must be cultivated well, and then...Harry will be of great use in the arena."

"That's all I can say..."

After Moody gave some instructions, it seemed that he had nothing to say to them.

After taking a deep look at McGuffin for the last time, he let them leave the office.

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Trelawney's prophecy, Moody's talk... made the McGuffins even more irritated.

Storm is coming.

This depressing feeling that something is about to happen makes them very uncomfortable.

In fact, it wasn't just them. Although Trelawney's prophecy...was faded among the students after a few days, even the young wizards noticed something was wrong.

(McGuffin thinks Cornelius Fudge must have played a role in the ebb of this rumor.)
The security of the school was tightened immediately.

Some magic armor guards began to patrol the castle again.

The student representatives of several other wizarding schools who originally lived outside the castle either moved to the floating mountain above or moved to the Hogwarts castle.

Even people like Karkaroff took Wilktor Krum away from the black ship with a nervous expression, and lived in Slytherin's dormitory.

This tense situation also made it impossible for McGuffin to find a chance to go to the [House of Requirement] to confirm the safety of the [Horcrux Crown].

However, nothing major has happened so far, so it should be safe, right?

After all, almost no one knew about the [House of Requirement], and no idiot would touch the [Horcrux] for the possession of Voldemort's soul fragments.

McGuffin thought.

As for the Ministry of Magic...

According to the gossip of the tabloids, it was even more that Fudge stepped up his defenses like never before.

Even from the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic of other countries, some experts have been seconded...

However, even so, the professors at Hogwarts did not relax their studies at all.

Every night, the homework on the weekends weighs down the students.

They seem to have entered the time before the final exam early.

But Harry felt very comfortable, after all, Snape didn't know where to go since the new term started.

He was never seen in the castle.

Although he is still a professor at Hogwarts.

But he has no more courses to teach.

Potions was Slughorn's, and Moody taught Defense Against the Dark Arts...

Harry and Ron even happily guessed that Snape, the old bat, was either fired by Dumbledore, or he was directly cursed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class... to hang up.

Whenever the two of them have free time, they enjoy playing this guessing game.

This is the only thing that can make them happy recently.

However, as time goes by, wait until mid-January.

McGuffin and the others finally had some time to catch their breath.

The Ministry of Magic finally allowed everyone to go to Hogsmeade Wizarding Village and play.

Although [Honey Dukes] is not open yet, the bar Three Broomsticks is also a good choice.

After all, during this time period, drinking a glass of butter beer, warming up your body, and relaxing your mind is simply an ultimate enjoyment.

Not to mention, the tavern was crowded with many wizards whom McGuffin Harry and the others knew and did not know.

Listening to their bragging and farting, mixed with the ubiquitous cheering and noisy atmosphere in the tavern.

This can help them suppress their worries and relax a lot.

"Have you heard? There are wizards missing near the Leaky Cauldron... exactly like those Muggles..."

Just as McGuffin was carefully tasting a kind of apple juice that looked like vinegar, they suddenly heard such news at the table next to them.

Harry and the others also pricked up their ears and listened——

"The high-ranking gentlemen of the Ministry of Magic, what are you doing for food! It's been so long..."

A wizard with one ear missing on the table seemed to be drunk, and he cursed Fudge's name viciously.

The companion next to him quickly hugged this guy and covered his mouth.

So as not to send out any more troubles.

After all, Fudge often came to this tavern.

Then they began chatting again in low, indistinct voices.

After McGuffin winked at Ron next to him, he went to the bar and took back three more bottles of beer.
By the way, he took this opportunity to approach the table, wanting to hear what they were talking about after that.

But he didn't expect to see an unexpected figure.

—Ludo Bagman.

Compared with the Quidditch field at school, he always has a smiling face and a full of energy.

Now Bagman looked even more gloomy, curled up, drinking his own rum, as if he wanted to get himself drunk.

"Exactly, this guy still owes me some information..." McGuffin muttered a few words to himself.

Then, after handing the butter beer in his hand to Harry and the others, he turned around and went back to the table, came to Ludo Bagman, and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Mr. Bagman! Sir!"

McGuffin said to Bagman, who was half-closed and dazed.

This guy still hasn't realized who called him.

After blinking hard, he suddenly reacted, "Wait a minute, wait a while!"

"You are?" This time, this guy was obviously playing dumb.

Bagman looked at McGuffin, pretending to be confused.

"Mr. Ludo Bagman, do you remember that you owe me some news?"

McGuffin said bluntly, unable to refuse.

He directly cast the spell with his bare hands, slightly floating Bagman, and dragged Bagman to the table where Harry and the others were sitting.

After seeing Harry, Bagman finally responded.

"Oh, Harry, Harry...how are you? Is everything all right?"

A certain luster returned to his eyes.

"I'm fine, thank you sir!" said Harry.

McGuffin stood in front of Bagman and Harry, and said forcefully, "Sir, my news... You must not forget the agreement between us, right?"

"No, no?" Bagman stared at Harry extremely eagerly, "No problem, as long as it's not related to the 'Top Ten Tournament', I can tell you anything!"

"Hurry up, but later... can I have a few words with Harry alone."

"okay!"

After seeing Harry nodding, McGuffin finally complied.

"Okay, hurry up, what do you want to ask?" Bagman urged.

"What about the recent arrest of Fenrir Greyback by the Ministry of Magic?" McGuffin asked, frowning.

Although this incident was reported in the newspaper, judging from the emphasis of the words... at first glance, it was the official propaganda language of the Ministry of Magic.

No real information at all.

And the secrecy of this matter is so good that even most employees of the Ministry of Magic...including Mr. Weasley don't know the truth of this matter.

McGuffin was curious about this.

Such a notorious werewolf leader, why was he suddenly directly arrested by the Ministry of Magic,

... There was no such thing in the original plot.

This aroused deep suspicion in McGuffin, so he decided to ask about it first.

"Greyback?" Bagman muttered to himself.

"I don't know much about this matter... However, I heard some Auror fans from the Ministry of Magic once said to me... Fenrir Greyback is now crazy and has no value at all."

"And it wasn't like the newspapers said that he was caught after extensive and exhaustive hunting..."

"Actually, there is a rumor... Greyback surrendered directly. He came to the Ministry of Magic and knelt down and surrendered directly." Bagman said enthusiastically.

"Anything else?" he asked again.

"London... have there been any weird movements or things these days?" McGuffin asked again.

McGuffin asked the question that had been bothering them these days.

"That... I really don't know," Bagman said.

"However, some time ago, Fudge, like crazy, personally arranged for many Aurors...to let them enter London to investigate the disappearance of Muggles."

"It's useless... Until now, the Muggles in London are still missing."

"And from the sporadic attacks before...from the bloody murder scene, there is no trace of it now. Even the wizard disappeared without a trace..."

When Ludo Bagman said it, he felt a little gloating, "If it weren't for the staff of the memory write-off team, who have been working from a few months ago to now... keep erasing memories and suppressing the impact... I guess the whole Muggle world must be fried."

The McGuffins glanced at each other, and it seemed that Moody was right.

—London has indeed become a powder keg.

Just don't know when it will explode.

(End of this chapter)