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Chapter 256 Professor Moody's Suspiciousness

"Professor Moody, I heard you were looking for me?"

"Yes, yes, I have something to tell you."

Harry walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and sat across from him at Moody's gesture.

After Harry sat down, Moody moved closer.

Confronting Mad-Eye Professor Moody directly was a bit heavy for Harry.

His modified magic eye seems to be able to see through people's hearts.

Harry always felt uncomfortable every time he was stared at by it.

This also made him not very fond of sitting face to face with Professor Moody.

If Professor Moody hadn't specially invited him to come to the office after class this time.

Probably, he would be as far away from Professor Moody as he could be.

Hermione didn't like Professor Moody very much either.

The key is that last time in class, Professor Moody used spiders to demonstrate the three unforgivable curses.

It succeeded in scaring many students, and also made some students think of the past and experiences that they could not bear to look back on.

Among them, Neville is the most.

His parents suffered from one of the three unforgivable curses, which permanently damaged their brains.

This is actually a veritable tragedy for Neville.

Professor Moody's tactics successfully scared him that day and made him recall the past.

So Hermione and the others didn't like this professor.

They prefer Professor Lupine's style.

At least it will not make students feel afraid.

"Yes, Harry, I heard you were the famous Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"

"Yes, Professor, it was Professor McGonagall who recommended me to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team as Seeker in my first year."

"Then have you ever thought about it? In the Triwizard Tournament, it was not expressly forbidden that students cannot use... brooms."

"What do you mean? Professor!"

Harry frowned.

Professor Moody's words set off a vague idea in his mind.

It's just that he hasn't grasped the most critical point yet.

Besides, he always felt that there was another deep meaning in Professor Moody's words.

"Literally, Harry."

"Trust me, you'll know when the Triwizard Tournament begins."

"It's been a few days, and this is the only help I can give you. Some things cannot be said too clearly."

Professor Moody looked at him deeply... With the lightning scar on his forehead, he silently escaped from his flagon, opened the stopper, and took a deep breath.

Harry looked at the man in front of him seriously.

From his expression, Harry didn't notice any other changes.

It was as if Professor Moody was genuinely trying to help himself.

Quidditch... broom...

Is this for him to use his broom when facing those dragons?
But Harry is no longer the kid he was two or three years ago.

It is impossible for him to completely trust the person in front of him with just a few words.

Even if he helped him a lot.

But Harry always felt that there was something strange about it.

He vaguely felt that Professor Moody actually had another purpose in wanting to help him.

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"Thank you for the reminder, Professor."

"It's good that you can listen to it. I hope my suggestion can help you."

"Yes, Professor."

Harry paused, his eyes darting subconsciously to Moody's hand holding the flagon.

"Then if there's nothing else, I'll leave first, and I have to go to Charms class later."

"Okay, okay, Harry, there's nothing else to do, you go get busy first."

Harry nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the door.

But when he reached the door, he turned around again.

Professor Moody was still looking at him, his eyes fixed on him.

Even though he was about to leave, Professor Moody's eyes were still on him.

What is the situation?
Inexplicably, Harry felt a chill behind him.

"Then professor, goodbye."

After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Harry immediately closed the door, feeling a flash of boredom in his heart.

After going through so much, he instinctively felt that something was wrong with Professor Moody.

He seemed to... take great care of himself.

Did you mean Professor Dumbledore?

Harry thought.

He had also learned about it, and clearly knew that Professor Moody was an old friend of Professor Dumbledore.

Then...Professor Moody should...not hurt himself.

At least Harry was clearly very uncertain right now.

He leaned against the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

After thinking silently for a few seconds, he opened his legs and walked to the other side.

If Professor Moody was going to do something to himself, it wouldn't be now.

You must know that Professor Dumbledore, Ms. Maxim, and Principal Karkaroff are still in Hogwarts.

Besides, there is Mr. Crouch of the Ministry of Magic, that unselfish judge.

I believe that with a few of them at Hogwarts, even Professor Moody really wants to do something to him.

Then... it must not be now.

But Harry didn't take it lightly.

He deeply knows what Professor Moody is going to do to him if he is not going to deal with him now.

Then the best chance must be in the Triwizard Tournament.

There is only the Triwizard Tournament, which is the best chance to deal with yourself.

All it takes is a little trickery, then...

Harry didn't think any further.

He just didn't think it was worth doubting a professor because of something that wasn't quite right.

What's more, it was an old friend that Professor Dumbledore trusted very much.

Presumably, it should just be thinking too much.

Harry walked down the corridor feeling vaguely uneasy.

He was going to go to class first, and then go to Ron and Hermione to talk about it in the evening.

I hope it's just...he's thinking too much.

But no matter how he thought about it, he was a little more wary of the content of this Triwizard Tournament.

One thing to know.

He had never dropped a note with his name on it in the Goblet of Fire.

However, on the day when the warriors were selected, a note with his name appeared from the Goblet of Fire.

Professor Moody sat where he was, staring at the door even after Harry had left.

That's where Harry left off.

"He seems to have some doubts about me!"

"That's right. I should be more careful. I can't be so urgent. Dumbledore and the others are still at Hogwarts."

"I have to be careful, I must be careful, the master... is still waiting for me."

The voice fell and became quieter and quieter.

But this quietness and quickness was destroyed by an extremely small muffled sound.

Hearing this sound, Professor Moody's face darkened visible to the naked eye.

He looked somewhere, and after taking a sip of the solvent from the flagon, he walked towards it.

He still has a lot to do, but first of all he needs to reduce his threat.

(End of this chapter)