The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

"what's up?"

Moody hated guessing riddles. His past Auror career had exposed him to too many dangers. After retiring, he still couldn't forget those dark past events. Every night when he lay in bed, the slightest movement of velvet in the cracks of the floor would frighten him. Open your magic eyes wide.

"Nymphadora Tonks, my outstanding student, she joined the Ministry of Magic's Auror training this year. I have been asking her to help me pay attention to some movements on the street. Yesterday, she was patrolling Diagon Alley. At that time, she heard a piece of news..."

Dumbledore waved to the teahouse owner, who immediately served him a cup of honey black tea. This was a tacit understanding between regular customers and the owner.

"News, news...it's been a while since anyone has spoken to me in such a tone as to say damn news, Albus, I bet that's bad news."

Moody waved his hand and refused Dumbledore's offer to pour him tea. He took out a rose-colored curved flask from the bag on his chest, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

Dumbledore didn't care. His old friend had many quirks, and suspecting his friend was just one of them. After all, he had been hurt too many times by his companions in the past thirty years.

"Yes, the news is indeed very confusing. A child with a snake is asking for unicorn blood in a shop in Knockturn Alley...Unfortunately, I happen to know that child, Neo. ·Slytherin.”

The corners of Moody's mouth tightened.

"A child with the blood of a unicorn. What a joke. Does he have a grandfather who is about to lie in a grave?"

"I would rather hope that the child is just out of curiosity, but the person who spread the news is the owner of the Borgin Bock store. He is also investigating Neo Slytherin's identity. It is not difficult for us to suspect that this child has something to do with him. What kind of business communication?"

"That dark wizard dealer?"

"Okay, just a possible dark wizard, a pure-blood child. Albus, when you tell me this, do you want me to go to Hogwarts to take care of your child?"

Moody's brows furrowed, and the wounds on his face were pulled ferociously as he tried to grin. He knew that many old friends were avoiding Dumbledore recently because of the annual freshman season, dark magic. The position of defense professor is vacant.

Moody is different from others. He is not afraid of the Dark Lord's curse. Wasn't the Dark Lord also defeated by a one-year-old baby?

Dumbledore picked up the warm tea cup and said to Moody in a very sincere manner: "No, you should enjoy your retirement life."

He kept his suspicions about Tom's return to himself, which was not yet suitable for others to know.

"No beginning or end, that's all? Albus, you have to hide all the secrets, but please remember to point out the location of the Meditation Pool to me before you die."

Moody was speculating on Dumbledore's every word. He looked down on social etiquette or politeness, and would never talk to others about such wasteful nonsense.

"Then let me tell you directly. I want to ask you to go out with me today. I will tell you the second news on the way."

Dumbledore finished his tea and stood up. He looked down at Moody and stretched out his right arm. Fawkes gently flapped his wings.The moment the flames lit up, Moody raised his hand and grabbed Dumbledore's right arm, but grunted.

"The second news must be worse than the first..."

.........

In the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole, outside a rickety house, Fawkes, Dumbledore and Moody appeared on the grass in front of the door.

Once he regained his footing, Moody drew his wand.

"This is Arthur's home. What happened to him?"

Arthur Weasley was one of the few friends in the Ministry of Magic who Moody could talk to. He had been to the Burrow several times. As far as Moody knew, Arthur Weasley was too supportive of Dumbledore. After he came to power and became a minister, he was transferred to a place called the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Supplies. This good old wizard did not argue and worked diligently to write the "Muggle Protection Act" and indulged himself in the study of Muggle items. Life was dull but happy.

After a while, Arthur pushed out the door and hugged him vigorously. Since his retirement, Moody has not had any gatherings with his old friends.

"Dumbledore, Moody, you guys are here. Jasmine is watching inside. We have been worried all night. The children are at home, but it just happened."

Arthur was a little incoherent. The fat, middle-aged wizard had already missed his clock-in time today. There were dark circles under his eyes from a night of sleeplessness on his face. After meeting Dumbledore and Moody, he did not put it down. Instead, he held his wand and hurriedly led the two people into the house.

After a few steps into the living room, Moody's magic eyes immediately locked on a figure tied to a pillar in the middle of the room. Mrs. Jasmine, who had not come to the door to greet her, was standing aside holding a wand.

"Peter Pettigrew?"

This man is so easy to recognize. He has a short and fat figure, a face like a mouse, and a pair of black bean-like eyes on his pointed nose. He was a member of the Order of the Phoenix more than ten years ago and fought with Moody. I don’t know how many times I’ve met.However, wasn't he dead? Only one finger was left under the curse of the traitor Sirius Black.

Peter was trapped on the pillar at this time. His disheveled and bald head was lowered at first. He immediately trembled for a while when he heard the movement of the incoming person. When he raised his head and saw Dumbledore walking in, a gray color appeared on his face. The rocky... fear.

"Oh my God, Dumbledore..."

He just wailed for a while, and then lowered his head in frustration, as if waiting for someone to chop it off.

"This is how the same thing?"

Moody looked first at Arthur and then at Dumbledore.The latter walked calmly to the pillar and stared at Peter Pettigrew with a scrutinizing look. The coward did not dare to look directly into his eyes.

"I was surprised for a long time last night when Arthur and I sent a message about this. A man who looked very similar to Peter came out of his son's room. When he saw him, he immediately wanted to raise his wand... "

"Arthur, you're really good at it. Sitting in an office these years hasn't slowed down your wand-waving speed."

Moody looked at Arthur. Although he was tired, he was not messy at all.But Arthur coughed and said, "It's Jasmine. She moves much faster than me."

Mrs. Jasmine was still looking at Peter fiercely at this moment. Before the other party came out of the room, he cast a curse on his three precious sons. Fortunately, the three of them hugged each other and shared the burden, and they did not suffer too much harm. , but this is enough to frighten a mother.She waved the hand holding the wand, "He has been saying all night that he is Peter Pettigrew. He was hit on the head by black magic and went crazy. He asked us to loosen him, but we soon discovered this."

Peter Pettigrew's sleeves were torn to pieces, and on the inner side of his right arm, a black magic mark was stuck to the skin. It was a black skull with a coiled snake sticking out of its mouth, and black smoke was emitting.

"The Dark Mark, this is an absconding Death Eater, so Albus, you invited me here just to borrow my eyes?"

Moody tapped his magic eye with the tip of his wand.