All things are three at Hogwarts

"Little Crouch." Allen determined the identity of this person with certainty.

He used perception magic, and used Crouch Jr.'s information and the Moody's hair he had just obtained when searching.

The result that appeared on the light screen was Moody who hurried from the hospital to his office.

Then it is certain that Moody is Crouch Jr. in disguise.

As Crouch Jr. regained his true appearance, Allen's hair on the magic circle also changed from blonde to brown.

Little Crouch and Mr. Crouch look so much alike.

It's just that the look is very different. Mr. Crouch has a serious face, while this little Crouch has a stubbornness even in his hair.

He kicked off the prosthetic leg very impatiently, with cruelty and madness in his eyes. Then he put his hand on the side of the box and jumped neatly to the bottom of the box.

Hearing the sound, Moody, who was lying motionless on the ground, opened his eyes. He looked very embarrassed, with black blood covering almost half of his face.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Crouch's messy hair, "Have you been plucked?"

He was laughing wildly and coughing violently.

Crouch Jr. was obviously irritated. He strode towards Moody who was curled up on the ground and kicked him hard.

Moody let out an inarticulate curse, which made Crouch Jr.'s expression become even more ferocious.

He took out his wand and pointed it at Moody, "Crush the bones."

Moody gritted his teeth and endured the knife-like pain all over his body, lying there as if dead.

Little Crouch's eyes gradually became crazy, "Heart-breaking."

Moody couldn't help but snort and make meaningless noises. His body twitched due to extreme pain and restraint.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his pale nails and fingers were stained with red spots.

"Alan Harris, when my master returns, I must let him hand you over to me, and then I will pull out all your nerves and turn you into a living puppet, unable to survive or die. "

"Alan Harris? Ha, haha, you can't even beat a player, and you still want to do something under Dumbledore's nose. I'm waiting for you to be executed by the dementors!" Moody laughed hysterically. .

"You should give up. My master has many Death Eaters. I will find suitable helpers."

Crouch cut out the bone again, then ignored Moody, who was trembling with pain, and returned to the office from the box.

He picked up a curved wine bottle and took a big sip. Gradually, he turned into Moody again.

Allen got the answer he wanted, dispelled the perception magic, and left the perception room.

In the lobby on the first floor, he unexpectedly saw Mrs. Harris and Daisy.

They were talking excitedly around an old bronze morning glory phonograph.

"Mom, Daisy, how come you have this phonograph?" For a moment, Allen seemed to see the gramophone in the room of requests when he was studying the secrets of the soul.

"Hermione's parents appointed Dobby to deliver it to her home as a gift in return. Daisy thought this gramophone suited the hall better, so we moved it here. It is said that it is still an antique in the Muggle world. It is from France!" Mrs. Harris laughed. road.

"The French EMI brass morning glory hand-cranked gramophone was produced in 1910. It has a long history, but it is really beautiful!" Daisy likes this ancient feeling.

"How about we listen to its sound effects?" Allen picked up the vinyl film next to him and put it on the gramophone.

The melody of steel and softness flowed out, and the violin led the melody in a high-pitched and restrained way, just like a woman dancing in tango. She has a noble step and a arrogant attitude, and is entangled in the dance partner's desire to welcome or refuse.

"Tango music pornacabeza." Daisy hummed softly along with the music.

Allen flipped through the films, which contained a lot of jazz music and tango music.

After the song ended, Allen said hello, left the tower, and returned to Hogwarts.

A feather letter suddenly appeared in front of him.

Allen opened the envelope and pulled out the phoenix tail feathers on the letter.

"White chocolate wand." Other than that, there were no words.

Allen immediately understood that this was the password to enter the principal's office.

After checking the time, Allen walked directly to the principal's office.

"White chocolate wand." After Allen said that, the ugly stone beast guarding the principal's office jumped aside, and Allen jumped onto the automatically rotating escalator.

Allen's hand held the brass door knocker in the shape of a griffon and opened the shiny oak door.

Those exquisite silverware were placed on the table with slender legs, spinning quietly and blowing smoke. The portraits of the former headmasters and headmasters were all snoring in the frames, their heads lazily leaning back on armchairs or leaning against the portraits.

"Alan Harris, what brought you here? I want to thank you for rehabilitating my useless great-great-grandson and leaving hope for our Black family." Phineas changed from his usual lazy demeanor. , said with a serious expression.

"You're welcome, Sirius has given me enough reward." Allen responded politely, without losing his courtesy because the other person was just a portrait.

Bright green flames suddenly burst out from the empty fireplace, and Dumbledore's tall figure emerged from the fire.

"Good evening, Alan. Maybe we need some custard biscuits and white chocolate wands." Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace and invited Alan to sit across from the principal's table.

Allen watched the two kinds of food fly to the long table, but he had no appetite at all.

Allen looked at Dumbledore suspiciously. Dumbledore looked calm as if he didn't notice Allen's prying eyes.

"Mr. Harris, the school director has no right to punish professors." Dumbledore directed a shiny silver iron pot to fly up and automatically poured two glasses of pumpkin juice for them.

"Just like a professor has no right to corporally punish students." Allen picked up the pumpkin juice, sniffed it gently, and took a sip.

"Let's not talk about these meaningless things yet." Allen pinched a piece of brown hair and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

"This is it" Dumbledore adjusted his glasses.

"Professor Moody's hair, or Barty Crouch Jr.'s hair." Allen looked at Dumbledore with a serious expression.

"He sneaked into the school, and his purpose was obvious. He was Harry." Allen stared at Dumbledore.

The custard cookies and chocolate bars were forgotten.

"You know the magic spell that uses the blood of enemies to resurrect you, right?" Allen asked.

"Of course, he must want to use the Three Witches Tournament to get Harry out of my sight. He must want Harry to participate." Dumbledore folded his hands and held his chin.

"Just a powerful confusion spell, or let someone else cast it for you." Dumbledore murmured.