Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 "The soul is out of the body!" Moody, who pretended to be Barty Crouch, held up his magic wand and shouted at Mo Wen.

　　Dark Arts Defense class, fake Moody requires every student to practice resisting the Imperius Curse, of course, the way is to experience it for yourself. Before that, Eddie jumped around the house three times, Marietta imitated the sparrow look, Maca Belby flipped several somersaults on the table, and his head is still dizzy. They couldn't resist the spell, and everyone returned to normal only when Modi lifted the spell.

Now it was Mo Wen's turn. He found that the fake Moody's eyes were full of excitement, and there was a hint of eagerness to try. It seemed that either Voldemort was not at ease with him, or Barty Jr. wanted to prove that he was better than Mo Wen. But no matter what kind of thinking it was, he probably had a wrong calculation.

The light of the 　　 spell hit Mo Wen, but there was no reaction at all, although a small voice kept in Mo Wen's mind commanding "Jump on the table! Jump on the table!"

　　 Mo Wen just smiled at this, "Sorry, Professor, I think the command to jump to the table is too difficult, would you like to change it?"

With the existence of the Heroic Spirit Seat, Mo Wen’s soul is naturally protected by it. There may be some way to destroy his physical body, but if you want to enslave or harm his soul, I’m sorry, let’s smash the protection of the Heroic Spirit Seat first, of course. As the heroic spirits of Mo Wen, Qiu and the others have similar protection, but when the damage they receive is too great, they may initially abandon them, either take them back to the throne of God, or destroy their souls directly, and then use They resurrected them in the true spirits of the heroic gods, and when they were forced to give up Mo Wen’s souls, it meant that Mo Wen’s strategy in a world had failed, and Mo Wen could only use the truths left in the gods. The spirit is resurrected, and then begins to explore the next world.

　　 Of course, fake Moody can't hurt Mo Wen at all, even without the protection of God's seat.

Looking at Mo Wen's relaxed look in disbelief, the Mad-Eye was taken aback, and then he shouted: "Look,... Guris resisted, he resisted the spell, he defeated it-ok , Let's try again, other people pay attention-observe his eyes, that's where you should look-very good, Guris, great, the spell can't control you at all!"

　　 The unwilling mad-eyed man then demonstrated the excuse to cast the Imperius Curse on Mo Wen again and again. After a while, he was sweaty and his breath was a little messy.

　　 And when he raised his wand again, the door of the classroom was opened and Professor McGonagall walked in, "Alastor, I have something to ask Modi Guris, can I let him come out?"

"Uh, okay, Minerva, Modi, you go, you did a very good job, um, go!" Mad-Eye said vaguely, apparently the behavior just now made him a little bit unable to get off the stage now, "Okay. , Let's continue, Miss Qiu Zhang, the next one is you—"

　　Poor little Butty Crouch.

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　　 On the other hand, Mo Wen followed Professor McGonagall, "Professor, what can you do with me?"

Professor McGonagall always had a sullen face, but today she blushed for the first time. She stammered: "Yes, that's it, Mr. Guris, Professor Dumbledore is looking for you. Of course I have something to do. I came to you, so I just stopped by. In fact, it’s nothing. You also know that the representatives of Boothbatten and Durmstrang will be coming next week, so the school needs to be refurbished. It should not be rude in front of outsiders. ——A large sum of money is needed. Of course, it is not for the Guris family to contribute money, but I just hope that the board of directors—"

"There is nothing wrong with this. Let me solve the problem of money. I will take care of it. There is no need to go through the board of directors." The board of directors is now controlled by the two families of Malfoy and Guris. In the original book, it may be due to Guris When the family is destroyed, the board of directors will be controlled by the Malfoy family. In fact, even now the Malfoy family’s influence is not small. In the second grade, Lucius forced Dumbledore to leave the school. With better and better performances, the school directors are showing signs of getting closer to him, but Mo Wen is really not interested in arguing with Malfoy because of this trivial matter. Anyway, it is just a matter of money, which is nothing to Mo Wen now. .

After receiving Mo Wen’s affirmative reply, Professor McGonagall’s expression became more relaxed. He looked at Mo Wen and said: “There is also Mr. Guris. When meeting the representatives of Boothbatten and Durmstrang, please dress more formally. , I will arrange for you to stand at the forefront at that time, I hope you will perform well."

　　 There is really competition everywhere. It seems that Professor McGonagall is planning to use himself to stimulate the other two schools. They are both face-saving people.

Dumbledore sits quietly on the chair in the principal's room, Phoenix Fox is leaning on his feet, and I can’t hear the jealous that this phoenix is ​​not once or twice~www.NovelMTL.com~ It is a pity that the phoenix is ​​one in this world. A very loyal creature, there will never be a second owner.

　　 "What can you do with me, professor?"

　　 Dumbledore just smiled, "It's nothing, just want to ask if you have any contact with Voldemort recently, his plan should have not changed!"

Mo Wen shrugged, "Voldemort doesn't trust me much. The counterfeit under his hand was still casting an Imperius Curse on me just now, but I don't think there will be any change in his plan. After all, there will only be the top three. The chance to compete in the Championship is the best, and he won't be so easy to get it done at other times."

　　 "Is that so?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly and began to think.

　　 "But, will the professor let Harry take a risk? According to the prophecy—"

Dumbledore waved his hand, "Little Modi, our time is running out. I am old and my strength is declining, so I must start to train Harry now. I know this is very difficult, but according to the predictions. This is our only chance."

　　 "And I'm not unprepared at all, Modi, I'm going to let you participate in the Triwizard Tournament to help Harry." Dumbledore looked at Mo Wen with scorching eyes.

　　 Mo Wen just smiled bitterly, spreading his hands, "Can I say no? You know Harry hates me." Of course I also hate him, Mo Wen added in his heart.

　　 Dumbledore seemed to know this problem too, frowned, thought for a while, and finally said helplessly: "That way, I will think of a way, in any case, I beg you for everything."