Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

There was a lively discussion about this 'death' homework in the school, and outside the school, the entire British wizarding world was in motion.

According to a report by the Daily Prophet: 'The top Auror and director of the Auror Office who discovered the secrets of the Crouch family went to the home of his former boss and invited the legendary Auror 'Mad Eye Moody' to help arrest him. Sirius and Barty Crouch Jr. ’

Of course, that's what was reported, but essentially it was just to show that Scrimgeour was in charge.

Well. That's it.

Moody's appearance was partly an invitation from Dumbledore.

At the same time, there is also some acceptance of responsibility for twelve years ago. When Barty Jr. actually escaped from prison, he was on duty in the Auror Office.

As for being in the dark, Mu En could only inform Bojin Bock.

As for how effective it is? All I can say is that Borgin is essentially a businessman, not a power holder in the magical underworld.

A week is neither short nor long.

But it was enough to change something.

Knock over the alley, noon.

There were not many pedestrians coming and going in Diagon Alley. After all, it was a weekend, and many people had a rare rest time. When they have time, many people are willing to come here for a stroll, buy some snacks and drinks, or have a drink in the pub.

Then, without any warning, a sharp and loud sound appeared like thunder on the ground. This sound was different from other sounds in Diagon Alley. It was like a shrill scream, but as long as you taste it carefully, you can find that it is a scream. is a mantra.

"The bones reappear——"

Then, under the scorching sun, under the rising sun, a huge green shiny thing suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley. It suddenly jumped onto the roof and flew into the air.

"That's it!!" The older wizard looked flustered and recalled some bad things.

"What is this?!" Some young wizards asked nervously, looking up and staring at the thing that had just appeared, not noticing the retreating or even running away figures of the old wizards around them.

The huge green shiny thing soon became taller than Gringotts, the tallest building in Diagon Alley. It was clearly visible throughout Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. It turned into a huge skeleton made of countless green stars. It is composed of similar things and is extremely dazzling, even incompatible with the surrounding sunlight.

A large python emerges from the skull's mouth like a tongue. As their crowd watched, the skeleton rose higher and higher, glowing dazzlingly in a cloud of green smoke.

"The Dark Mark!!"

"Quickly, notify the Aurors! Quickly!!"

The entire Diagon Alley erupted into bursts of screams, like a terrifying neon sign. People looked at the entrance of the alley, hoping to find who it was, but found nothing.

"Sirius, or Barty Jr.!!"

"Run away!"

Soon, the Aurors were dispatched, and Scrimgeour and Moody rushed to the scene together. Moody was an old man with some gray hair, but very hale and hearty. He used a large, knotted wooden staff as his crutch, because His wooden prosthetic leg was really hard to use.

Moody could have used a magical, better prosthetic leg, like Kelbourne, but he refused. Those are legs. If they are equipped with magic, they will give the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of them.

His magic eye moves left and right, but it is never the magic eye that he relies on to investigate cases and catch people. The see-through magic eye is just a means for him to obtain clues.

His native right eye is extremely sharp, and that is where his true ability lies.

"The Dark Mark!!" He said angrily, looking around tightly, even those Aurors who rushed to the scene of the incident with him were no exception.

He doesn't trust anyone.

Under his gaze, some Aurors felt a little stressed and turned their heads to the side.

Seeing this, Moody was very unhappy and ordered them to arrange the surroundings, and then began to work together to use a large-scale detection spell.

Meanwhile, in the Ministry of Magic.

At noon, the lunch break plus the weekend, as well as the Aurors who went out after the urgent message just sent, made the largest office in the British wizarding world a little deserted.

"Eric?! Are you recovered?" Arthur had just eaten the sandwich he brought from home and came down to eat.

Eric turned his head, faced Arthur and nodded: "Alright, come and see the ministry. It's been a while since I've been away from work. It's really itching."

As he spoke, he licked his lips unconsciously.

"It seems that the illness you suffered some time ago has not changed your workaholic nature." Arthur smiled: "Then I won't disturb you."

"I'll go over first." Eric nodded.

Then, under Arthur's gaze, Eric came to the elevator with ease and familiarity.

The elevator door opened, Eric walked in, pressed the button, and then smiled at Arthur.

The door slowly closed.

Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries.

Eric walked into it, but did not stop here. Instead, he turned towards the stairs next to him and reached the tenth floor.

He licked the corners of his mouth excitedly, his body trembled slightly, and the wand in his hand kept spinning.

"My good father, my dear daddy"

As he said that, he rubbed his hands in anticipation.

"Where are you? Let me see."

He looked around carefully. In the cells around him, there would be people who had not yet been tried. He was very familiar with this. The Ministry of Magic would not change the rules easily. He was here now exactly as he was twelve years ago. Nothing much has changed.

But if...if the master succeeded, everything should have changed long ago! !

Thinking unhappily, he quickly found a familiar figure of his through a cell door.

He was still wearing the clothes he wore that day, but they were dirty and greasy, and his hair was messy. He was curled up on the hammock bed in the cell, looking extremely miserable.

Boom boom.

He looked at the anti-lock spell below, and then took two steps back.

"Easy to break—"

boom--

The door was kicked open.

Old Batty stood up on the iron bed and looked at the visitor.

"Eric? You!!"

Then, when he saw the old acquaintance in front of him, he twitched and instinctively licked the corners of his mouth.

"Barty!!" Old Barty stood up, stepped back and leaned against the wall.

"What are you going to do?"

"What to do?" He slowly approached: "Don't you know? Of course I'm here to take you out, my father."

"Yes to me."

"Let's go." Little Barty stretched out his hand, and in his hand, an invisibility cloak was looming.

Old Batty looked struggling, then slowly moved forward and stretched out his hand.

"Torn apart——"

A magic spell suddenly appeared on Old Batty's hand. The next moment, a shrill scream sounded. Looking again, the hand that Old Batty stretched out was already dripping with blood.

"You don't respect the law that much, my father." Little Barty laughed, looking ferocious.

"I knew it. I knew it." Old Batty's eyes gradually became moist.

"No, no, no, of course I'm here to take you out." Little Barty smiled.

"But, you have to answer a few questions for me first."

"Barty, please go back and don't continue to do evil. The mysterious people are dead." Old Barty said sadly: "Everything is fine, end it here, kill me, and then go out and live peacefully." For the rest of your life.”

"The master is not dead." Little Barty stared at Old Barty with his eyes widened.

"As long as I have breath, I cannot betray my master."

"What is it about him that makes you want to die, Barty." Old Barty's face was full of sorrow.

"Because the master trusts me." He roared: "The master once told me his real name, his identity and other secrets! This is trust that no one else has!! The master cares about me more than you do, and pays more attention to our lives. , identity! We have a lot in common, we both had extremely disappointing fathers, we both shamefully inherited our father's name, and"

At the end of the sentence, he smiled.

"He treats me better than my father. At least he won't send me to Azkaban!!" Barty Jr. roared.

"At least he won't watch my mother die, and at least he won't ignore this family just for the so-called job!

At least he won't just use the people around him as pawns! "

"He will!" Old Batty roared angrily: "Can't you see the nature of the mysterious man, his bloodthirst and killing, when you are around him?"

"I can't see!!" He rushed forward and grabbed Old Barty's collar.

"Only you know it! And I saw it all with my own eyes." Little Barty stared at Old Barty.

"I saw it. Did I see you when I was a child? Do you still remember that you were at home, worrying about what kind of birthday gifts and Christmas gifts to give to the children of your colleagues and superiors?!"

"What about me? It was twelve days after my birthday, and then you suddenly said, 'Oh, did I forget some important date?' Then you told me that we were going to Hogsmeade the next day, and I I was so happy that I didn't even sleep that night.

It was because I didn't fall asleep that I saw you walk out of the house without any reason before seven o'clock in the morning.

And afterwards, you didn't show any expression at all. It was as if the agreement we made the night before never existed.

But you have a good memory. You can even remember the birthdays and wedding anniversaries of your boss and colleagues clearly so that you can plan your schedule.

Obviously you haven't even given any gifts to your mother!

When my mother was sick, you were working outside.

When I entered school, you said you wanted to accompany me to Diagon Alley, but as soon as the door turned around, you went to the Ministry! "

"Tell me, who is the one who betrays his trust and treats the people around him as pawns? As soon as I enter school, you tell me who can be messed with, who can't be messed with, and who should have a good relationship, me! My mother is you chess pieces!”

"Bati." Old Bati looked at his son with a pale face.

"What's this expression?" Little Barty let go of his hand.

"Hahahaha." He laughed maniacally: "Do you think I am complaining, am I just talking?"

As he said that, the next moment, his hand suddenly felt a stinging pain! !

This is? !

He looked at his father opposite him warily while rolling up his sleeves.

A tattoo of the Dark Mark appeared on his arm.

The stinging pain came from up there.

Gradually, little Barty realized something, and his expression began to twitch and become crazy.

"The response is the master's response! He felt the mark of my release!" He laughed: "Did you see it? My master is not dead!! The Dark Lord is not dead, he will return to this land soon! "

As he spoke, he let go of his arm and looked at Old Batty's bloodless face again.

"Okay, you don't think that I came here just to complain, and then look at your miserable and regretful face, look at your tears, and then we forgive each other, right?" A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"goodbye!"

Old Batty finally showed a smile, a twisted, peaceful smile.

"Goodbye, son, are you right?"

"Avada Kedavra——"

Green light filled the cell.

He stood quietly in the cell, facing Old Batty's body, with a strange, peaceful smile on his face.

Put your hands gently on your chest, as if praying sincerely.

"Like the master, I killed that shameful father!"

After a while, 'Eric' strolled away from the Ministry of Magic.

As soon as he stepped forward, the group quickly returned to the Ministry of Magic.

Moody's footsteps froze in place, and his nose, which was missing a large piece of flesh, twitched.

"Alastor, what's wrong?" Scrimgeour looked at Moody strangely.

“There’s a problem,” Moody’s said. “There’s a problem.”

As he spoke, he began to walk around and stop.

"Smells of death! Death-Avada!!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand. "Seal this place, no one is allowed in or out!"

"Mr. Moody, isn't this a bit -" a young Auror just started.

The next moment, a wand touched his forehead.

"When you say this, can I understand that you want to delay my investigation to give your accomplices time to escape or destroy evidence?!"

"No. No. How could I?!"

"During the period of the mysterious man, the most indispensable thing in the world was betrayal!" Moody roared: "Now go and carry out the order, and I will be watching each of you. Don't think that you are wearing an Auror medal. I will neglect to observe and monitor you."

"Do as he says!" Scrimgeour waved, "Right away!!"

"Now, the minister will approve it."

I don’t know if it’s because I’m influenced by power, or if it’s just pure anger.

For a moment, Scrimgeour wanted to rush over, tear off this idiot's Auror medal, and tell him to get out of here.

At this time, they are still talking about irrelevant things.

"Agas, if you offend sir, you will be suspended from duty next time!" He said: "Go to work for me!"

Ridiculous, this is the thought in the minds of most Aurors, except for a few Kingsley, Scrimgeour, etc., and Tonks who trusts Kingsley.

"Fell into a trap," Moody whispered, and then roared again: "Search every corner for me!"

"Auror office, what are you doing?"

"Are you crazy? Are you going to close the floo network? Wait, let me out first!"

"Quiet, special time!"

"Sorry, we were just following orders."

"You are overstepping your authority! Come up with the procedures, otherwise I will not obey your arrangements!"

Scrimgeour walked over, approaching slowly.

"Special period, special management, what I say is formalities and approvals."

The entire Ministry of Magic was in commotion. No one expected that the Auror Office would so overstep its authority and forcefully control the Ministry of Magic.

But soon, when that familiar figure was carried to the golden hall in the state of a lifeless corpse.

No one spoke anymore.