The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Since he drank Polyjuice Potion, whoever this person was, it was definitely not Professor Moody.

Reminds me that Professor Moody was attacked yesterday...

Dumbledore's eyes were serious, "The opening ceremony is temporarily suspended. Professors, please take the students back to their respective lounges."

"Severus, I think we need some Veritaserum."

Snape glanced at "Moody" who was still fixed on the wall by magic, his eyes passed over Mo Bai, nodded, and turned to leave.

When the other professors left, they all looked at Mo Bai with incomprehensible eyes.

In terms of strength, this student is already on par with them...

No, being equal may be overestimating oneself.

Mo Bai defeated a wizard who was no worse than them without even taking a breath.

After a while, only Mo Bai, Dumbledore, and the fake Moody posted on the wall were left.

Fake Moody looked at the two men with mocking eyes, as if trying to anger them.

"you……"

Dumbledore looked at Mo Bai and frowned.

"Where are you?"

"Here you are, Old Dengtou."

Fake Moody's eyes widened instantly, and he was surprised to see another Mo Bai appear out of thin air with a friendly smile.

And the silent Mo Bai disappeared with a swipe after he appeared. It seemed that he had apparated away.

"What are you going to do this year?"

Dumbledore was really frightened by Mo Bai's ability to cause trouble.

"Hey, don't accuse me unfairly. Isn't the person who caused trouble this year here?"

Mo Bai yelled out his grievances and nuzzled at the fake Moody.

"Okay, so may I know how you knew Moody was fake?"

Polyjuice potion is very difficult to refine, but the effect is certainly very good.

Even though he has known Moody for decades, he didn't recognize this as a fake just now.

The corner of Mo Bai's mouth curled up, "I want to say that Voldemort told me personally. Do you believe it?"

"You kid..."

Old Dengtou laughed. He wanted to say something but suddenly froze.

"Where did your double go just now?!"

Fake Moody's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Mo Bai fiercely, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn him.

But he was blocked by magic and couldn't even speak.

"you……"

Dumbledore was about to say something, but suddenly he flicked his fingers.

An almost invisible wave of magic shot straight into the fake Moody's head.

Fake Moody's angry eyes instantly became blank, even a little stupid.

At the same time, footsteps sounded in the corner, and Snape floated over like a big bat.

Seeing the fake Moody's appearance, he raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore.

"It looks like there's no need for the Veritaserum anymore."

"Yes, I used Legilimency in a hurry, but I didn't expect that there was a soul-locking curse in his head." Dumbledore spread his hands innocently, "That's it."

"That's it..."

Snape's eyes swept over the two of them.

"It seems like there's nothing wrong with me."

"Excuse me." Dumbledore smiled.

Snape didn't say much and turned to leave again.

"I didn't expect you to cover it up for me. The old man said you were pedantic."

"He was speaking out of anger."

Dumbledore's smile flickered.

"Although the fewer people who know about your plan, the better, but would you mind telling me about it?"

"And...what exactly is Voldemort going to do?"

Not long after, the two arrived at the principal's office, and the fake Moody was knocked unconscious and thrown aside.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, "So Voldemort is going to lure Harry to his place during the Triwizard Tournament to perform the resurrection ceremony?"

"what are you thinking?"

"Me?" Mo Bai sat lazily, crossing his legs, "I want him to be resurrected, but under my nose."

The old man sighed, "Can't we stop it after all?"

"You also know that Professor Trelawney made another prophecy at the end of last semester. Voldemort will make a comeback with the help of his servants."

"Those who did not believe in the prophecy last time are now preparing to be resurrected."

There is no saying in the magical world that "man can conquer nature". Voldemort followed the development of the prophecy precisely because he wanted to prevent it from happening.

Although he could execute Voldemort and Pettigrew on the spot at any time, Voldemort had Horcruxes, and they didn't know how many of them the Dark Lord, who was afraid of death, had done.

Rather than having Voldemort resurrected with the help of unknown people in an unknown place, it would be better for him to be exposed to their sight as he is now.

Dumbledore naturally understood this truth, so he could only sigh.

"Just leave it to me from now on. Just hold your Triwizard Cup honestly this year."

"Oh, by the way, the real Moody should be in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. Go and save him."

"But I heard that this old Auror is smelly and tough, and I hope you can calm him down. I don't want my people to disrupt my plan."

"give it to you."

Dumbledore really feels a bit old now.

After all, the future belongs to young people.

Under night, Malfoy Manor was shrouded in darkness, making the already dark manor even more eerie.

In the main hall, the baby version of Voldemort was held by Pettigrew. Malfoy stood aside, looking at the figure shrouded in black mist.

"Little Barty, failed?"

A hoarse voice came out of the baby's mouth.

"Yes, I solved it myself."

The black fog dissipated, revealing an expressionless face.

"you?"

Voldemort stared at Mo Bai with his terrifying snake eyes, "Why?"

The boy in front of them suddenly appeared in front of them not long ago and asked to follow them.

Although the dark magic in him was even comparable to that of himself in his prime, Voldemort readily agreed.

He knew that his personality charm still affected the magical world.

And he does lack manpower.

To his relief, in the following actions, the young man who called himself Mo really followed the instructions and was very diligent.

When he attacked Moody, he took down the opponent without even showing his face and successfully diverted attention.

So when he heard that Mo directly sabotaged his action, he didn't get angry immediately, but wanted to hear the reason.

"Dumbledore saw through him."

"Dumbledore and Moody have been friends for decades. Even with Polyjuice Potion, their behavior and language habits are not that easy to imitate."

Peter Pettigrew's eyes widened, "Master, don't believe him. I have said since he appeared that he was in the same group as Dumbledore and Harry Potter. He was the one who caught me at that time. "

Mo's face showed impatience, "I told you, that person is not me, I am Mo. Are you questioning your master's choice?"

Seeing Voldemort glance at him from the corner of his eye, Peter Pettigrew instantly trembled.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm not questioning you." He looked at Mo insidiously, "I want to ask, since it was Dumbledore who discovered Barty, why was it you who took action?"

"I don't need to explain anything to you," Mo took two steps forward.

Although he was only fourteen years old, he was already 1.7 meters tall and could easily look down on Pettigrew.

Voldemort was very unhappy. He was also being looked down upon while being held by Pettigrew.

"You just need to know that right now, the only person who can complete your master's mission is me."