The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Professor! How could he do this?" Harry didn't understand why a minister of the Ministry of Magic would try his best to deny Voldemort's resurrection. Even if he didn't believe it, shouldn't he investigate it?

"Harry, don't pay attention to him," Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder, his tone a little low, "He is a politician, Voldemort's return will become a weapon for others to attack him, Fudge has lost himself in the vortex of power middle."

Harry nodded half-understood. Is it because Fudge loves his feathers and doesn't want Voldemort to affect his career?

As they came to the gate of the castle, Snape and Professor McGonagall were standing there.

"Where's Alastor?" Dumbledore looked at Snape and asked him where Moody was.

"We're back in the office, shall we act now?" Snape took out his wand, he was ready.

"Go!" Dumbledore took the lead and beckoned them to follow.

"Professor, what's wrong with Moody?" Harry looked at the three of them suspiciously, everyone's expression was a little dignified, "What happened?"

"Potter, you'll understand later." Professor McGonagall took Harry's hand, gave him a reassuring look, and motioned him to follow along.

A group of four came to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Before they entered, they heard the sound of bottles colliding inside. The three professors looked at each other and nodded.

Snape opened the door with an Unlocking Curse. Dumbledore, who rushed in first, cast a Disarming Curse. The scarlet curse sent Moody flying and fell on the office chair. Then McGonagall came in. The Professor uses Transfiguration to fix him in the chair.

"It was you who threw my name into the Goblet of Fire!?" Harry already understood everything at this time, the professors would not be aimless, and bringing him here must have something to do with what he suffered this year, "Why?"

Moody struggled angrily, glaring at Harry viciously, his big red eye twirling rapidly, as if he was still looking for a chance to escape.

"Get out of the way! Potter!" Snape squeezed Potter away with all his strength, took out a small green bottle from his arms, and squeezed Moody's mouth open, "Let me see who you are!"

It only took a few drops of Veritaserum to make a hard-headed man tell any secret, enough for Snape to pour him a whole bottle!

"Who are you! Where is the real Moody?" Dumbledore grabbed him by the collar, "Tell me! Where is Moody!"

The fake Moody remained silent, but the effect of Veritaserum prompted him to look at the huge box in the office.

"Severus!" Dumbledore called Snape, beckoning him to hurry up and open the box.

Snape raised his wand, and after a white spell hit the box, Harry watched in amazement that the big box was opened layer by layer, and after the big box was opened, the smaller boxes went up, a total of seven floors!

The four of them surrounded it cautiously. The traceless stretching spell was obviously applied to the box. At the bottom of the box more than ten meters deep, Moody was sitting there slumped in his pajamas.

"Are you okay? Alastor!" Dumbledore yelled down with concern.

"Sorry, Albus, to trouble you." Moody's voice came from below, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is Moody, who is that person?" Harry looked at the fake Moody on the seat in confusion.

"That man is Barty Crouch Jr. He has taken Polyjuice Potion," Dumbledore looked at the empty bottles and jars around him, "He ran out in a hurry because he finished his Polyjuice Potion return."

Snape picked up the curved jug that Barty had dropped when Dumbledore knocked him into the air, opened it, sniffed it, and threw it to Harry.

Harry just sniffed it and immediately understood it, cursing himself for being too stupid, isn't this smell the thing that stained the opponent's pants after he knocked him into the air that time?

"Ah!~"

Little Barty's screams made the four of them look at him at the same time. His face seemed to be melting, and his hands were desperately trying to break free from Professor McGonagall's transfiguration. Everyone knew that the Polyjuice Potion had failed. He wants to change back to himself.

The big eyeball was slightly protruding from the top of his eyeball. I don't know if it was because the belt was too tight, or because the big eyeball was too hard refined by Macon. The eyeball was squeezed out of the eye socket.

"Hoo! ~ Lord Voldemort! He's back! Hoo! ~ He's back!" Panting heavily, Little Barty muttered to himself with a devout face.

"Severus! He gave it to you!" Dumbledore pulled Harry and Professor McGonagall out of the office.

Although it was late at night, the auditorium was extremely lively. The little wizards from the three magic schools were chatting lively. After spending this time together, they all made friends from other schools. After tonight is over, it means tomorrow difference.

Macon and Hermione were sitting together, they were cutting steak into small pieces with a dining knife, and they were feeding two small white cats the size of a palm.

"Where did Harry go?" Ron gnawed on the drumstick in boredom. "I'm still waiting for him to tell me what he went through in the maze."

Hermione followed his gaze and saw Cedric surrounded by a group of Hufflepuffs, answering their questions.

"Ron, do you want to get first-hand information and be like Cedric?"

"Hermione, I also want to try that feeling, being cast admiringly by them."

Hermione was about to say something when Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall brought Harry into the auditorium.

"Be quiet, everyone. Before the dinner is over, there is one very important thing to say!" Dumbledore pressed his wand against his throat, and stood on the podium and said loudly, "I have bad news for you!"

The little wizards stopped their knives and forks curiously, and looked at Dumbledore together.

"Tonight, we captured a Death Eater who died in Azkaban 13 years ago, Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore looked at the whispering little wizard below, and said loudly, "He told us bad news. The mysterious man who has disappeared for a long time - Voldemort, is back!"

"Oh my god! Mysterious man!?"

"Isn't the mysterious man dead?"

"How could he come back? How could he come back?"

"···"

"Quiet!" Dumbledore's voice became louder. He looked majestically at the terrified little wizard below, and continued, "Voldemort is not scary, but the scary thing is that we have already feared him!"

"I regret that the Ministry of Magic does not agree with the fact that Voldemort is still alive, but you have the right to know all this, and you also have the right to resist Voldemort."

"Fear will only make you weaker and vulnerable to bullying. Only by overcoming fear can you move forward! Dreams, freedom, or love are what everyone longs for. Voldemort has become our gateway to these A stumbling block on the road to goodness."

"When there is nothing to make you fear, then all the suffering in the world will not be able to defeat you. In the face of bravery and fearlessness, nothing can stop you. Be a brave wizard, have a fearless heart, and protect our world. Family, protect our wizarding world..."

Macon leaned on the dining table with his head propped up, watching Dumbledore's hard-working speech on the podium, drooling all the way, and applauding the old bee in his heart.

Presumably, it won't be long before the news of Voldemort's return will spread throughout the wizarding world, so his plan must be implemented as soon as possible.