[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

In the dark corridor, Little Barty looked at the looming figure in front of him, and followed him involuntarily, "Who are you?"

Little Barty looked at the person who was standing upright but a little staggering in front of him, his pupils dilated: "Father? Are you a father?"

"Answer me!" Barty Jr. yelled in the hallway, forgetting that he was Moody at this moment, but he always remembered the fear in his heart.

"Minibus." A female voice came out.Harry, who was hiding in the dark, covered his mouth, and knocked on Johnny beside him, who told you it was from the minibus.Johnny puffed his mouth and continued to coax little Barty.

"Mom." Little Barty was in a trance for a moment. His mother was dead.He put his hand on the curved wine bottle at his waist, which was his way of finding his own sense of existence. A person who has been wearing an invisibility cloak all year round cannot fully confirm his existence.

"Come here." The mother's voice was still inducing, and Little Barty chased into the depths of the dark corridor faster than before. A huge skull face suddenly appeared, and Little Barty screamed and fainted in the dark corridor.Three stages of fear, Harry shook his head, it's really sad that the father who has been protecting him and the mother who died for him turned out to be the one he fears.

"Make him think he's Alastor Moody." Harry watched bursts of black smoke enter Little Barty's head with swirling pearly luster. After being frightened, his blank body was the easiest to be implanted into memory. , Moreover, when Johnny made a move, it affected the soul, and no trace of the spell could be found.

"Harry, do you want to get rid of the person with your mark?" Johnny looked up at Harry, and then Harry slapped his face, "Be honest with me, don't kill people indiscriminately."

"Okay, Harry." Johnny called Harry's name, but there was still a rhythm of calling master.

In Moody's office, Harry opened the last layer of boxes and saw Moody in the tunnel, much healthier than the one he saw with his glasses for the first time.

"Professor, thank you for your hard work." Harry jumped down from the hole and rescued Moody.There is a depression in Moody's eye socket without the magic eye, but his expression is much gentler than Barty Jr., "You surprise me, Harry."

Harry smiled: "I just have more than others." Harry took out a fader and looked at Moody's hair apologetically, "You may be more surprised next time, but please don't kill me , I think you need to change your hairstyle."

Moody looked at his cropped cut in the mirror—"Harry Potter!"

Harry, who had collected his hair, folded his hands behind his back and smiled very handsomely at Moody.

After a while, Moody put away all the mirrors in the office, poked his finger at the magic eye soaked in the water, and looked at himself unconscious over there, "Does Dumbledore know about this?"

"I haven't figured out how to tell him." Harry said frankly, "If I say this, it may affect Voldemort's plan."

"The Harry I know doesn't care about Voldemort's plan. He will always interfere with Voldemort's plan." Moody looked at Harry. From what he knew, there was no one time that Harry followed Voldemort.

"His target was not me before, but this time his target is me." Harry smiled and said, "My interference is resistance, which will arouse him to act more impulsively. It's better to let him think that everything is going well."

"Hit him at the top." Moody grinned. "Tell me, what do you need from me?"

"Please, I still have to pretend to be Barty Jr. and send information about Hogwarts to Voldemort." Harry pursed his lips and said seriously, "I'm telling most of the truth."

"All right kid, I know this better than you." Moody nodded, and patted the curved flagon with his palm. "You can put some real whiskey in it."

"Would you like to try rum? The taste is softer." Harry blinked, "It's good for your voice, and you won't be noisy when you are in class."

Moody snorted and shooed Harry out of the office.

Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

"Alastor, have you changed your hairstyle?" Dumbledore silently held his wand, looking at the person who came here for the first time in front of him, can Karkaroff believe it?Is there really a problem with this Moody?

"Albus, it's really me." Moody sighed slightly when he saw Dumbledore's hand, he really brought out a good student. "The last time you returned the mirror to Flamel, I was the one who helped."

"Alastor, thank you for your hard work." Dumbledore felt relieved, got up and hugged Moody, "Where is the person pretending to be you?"

"Continue to pretend to be me where I was before." Moody said coldly, "This time, I want to tell you about Harry."

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked at Moody, thinking of what he said before, "Harry, how are you?"

"You can rest assured." Moody sighed, "Although Harry is a little less gentle now, he is very bold."

"You mean, the Order of the Phoenix can be handed over to him in the future?" Dumbledore was a little curious. Why did Moody give Harry such a high evaluation?

"It's not just the Order of the Phoenix." Moody thought for a while, then suddenly shook his head and said, "Maybe he still doesn't like your Order of the Phoenix in the future."

"You mean his goal is still the wizarding world?" Dumbledore frowned, Harry was ruthless, he had seen it before.

"He has no ambition to be king, and is much stronger than Voldemort."

"Would the children brought up by Voldemort not have the heart to be king?" Dumbledore thought of what Harry had done, but he would never believe it anyway.

"You can let him not." Moody looked at Dumbledore, "What's so good about being a king. The one next to you is not going to be a king anymore, is he?"

Dumbledore looked at Moody and sat back on the principal's chair, "Alastor, take a good rest."

"Okay." Moody knew that this old friend didn't like to explain, but the arrangements made would definitely be used.

Harry returned to the study group, looked at the crowd who were waiting for him, "Shhh." Harry pressed him to enter, and the situation immediately became a little boiling, "Are you here because our guests want to join?"

"Harry, this is a real competition between schools." Pansy looked at Harry with a frown.Harry looked at Hermione and Neville on the side. Although they were not so obvious, they also expressed this meaning.

Harry smiled: "What is the competition? Competition? Or resources? Or the cooperation and interests between countries have something to do with our schools? I thought the student chairmen had made it clear enough."

"Or, you are not sure, control your leaking mouth?" Harry chuckled, and after seeing the silence of the crowd, Harry stroked his chin and said, "Tell me, can we ask for more signatures?"

"I think you can use your autograph in exchange." Neville looked at Harry, who seemed to know that Draco would not come today.

"Can you?" Harry blinked, looking at the rolling eyes of those next to him, "Do your homework, do your homework."

Two hands appeared on Harry's shoulders, and the large twins appeared beside Harry, one on the left and one on the right, and carried him out of the library.

"Harry,"

"I heard all the seventh years in Slytherin signed up."

"we want to know,"

"Is something wrong?"

"Something must have happened to make Slytherin react so strongly." The Weasley twins looked at Harry.

"I do know that the professor took you back twice when you wanted to sign up, and Professor Flitwick is already preparing a special expulsion spell for Weasley." Harry looked at the twins who were worried about him, "promise me one thing thing."

"It made you speak so directly,"

"It must be no small matter."

"Weasley and Weasley are happy to oblige."

"No matter who is selected, I will do my best to help." Harry pursed his lips, "Everything must be obeyed by the contestant."

"Harry?" the twins looked at Harry, "is it because of that person?"

"Everything depends on the arrangement of the players." Harry gritted his teeth, "It doesn't matter which school it is from."

"Tsk tsk, unexpected." Grindelwald appeared from the end of the corridor, looked at the three people who were talking, "It's really unexpected."

"Is there something else that you didn't think of?" Harry stepped forward, keeping the twins behind him, and at the same time, Johnny Boone, who had a strange intuition, also appeared beside him.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to compliment you, I saw Moody, I heard that you cut the new hairstyle, and the workmanship is good." Grindelwald shook his head, not daring to go forward again, the skills of the two little monsters He'd seen it before, it wasn't Durmstrang, he wasn't so sure.

"I'll cut one for you when I have time." Harry looked at Grindelwald who was purely watching the show.

"Wouldn't it be fun for players to turn competition into mutual assistance? Besides, if it wasn't you, it would be someone else. Can you guarantee that everyone will obey your orders? Using these two little monsters is not a bright and honest way. Grindelwald was puzzled, he really didn't know what Harry was thinking this time.

"No, because Mrs. Maxime and you will not let students have accidents." Harry paused: "And Dumbledore."

"I still have to play the upper route." Grindelwald shook his head, "How boring is that? Isn't it better to watch them struggle?"

"Grindelwald, you don't need to help, but please don't hinder me." Harry gritted his teeth.

"But I have to say that you have made a lot of progress. At least you know you need to use your star power. But, have you ever thought about whether those who signed up but were not selected will be convinced? They are also elites. Follow your arrangements?" Grindelwald looked at Harry calmly, and the kid became more and more interesting.

"Because they're not idiots." Harry looked at Grindelwald, "If you can't even understand this, you might as well stay at home and dream."

"I don't think you intend to advertise your plan."

"Dad." Harry looked at the person who had just appeared, and then at Grindelwald, who was watching the show, his expression changed.