[hp] stay out of it

Sirius nodded, but said nothing.

"We shouldn't trust the verdict so lightly. Everyone knows Crouch's style..." Professor McGonagall seemed to want to say something, but after seeing the determination on Sirius' face, she also understood that he didn't Stuck in the mire of the bad past.So Professor McGonagall raised the corner of her mouth, and her eyes showed relief. The next second, she frowned again, and put the topic on the current issue.

"So you think Moody is Barty Crouch Jr.?"

Sirius nodded and said seriously: "That's right. When Harry came to see me last Sunday, he brought the Marauder's Map—a small prop that James and I used to make, which can mark people's names and their locations— We found out that Crouch's name was in Moody's office, and Moody's name was not in the school. But Granger said she went to Moody and asked questions before she came, and it was Moody who was sitting there. "

"So you came up with a bold hypothesis?" Professor Dumbledore motioned us all to sit down.

"Crouch used to live in the room across from me," Sirius pulled a chair at will and threw himself on it: "A lot of them exude an air of despair."

"Oh, thank you," he took the honey water from McGonagall, "I confirmed a few small details with Harry, such as I like to pinch my finger bones, and I don't like to use plosive sounds when I pronounce t. I didn't tell Harry To benefit them, lest they reveal their secrets, after all, they still have to go to class. But I can't tell you that letters are unreliable in this matter; and if you use the patron saint to send messages, I'm not sure who is around you, and I don't have a wand either."

Dumbledore nodded: "It is always right to be cautious. Professor Moody and I did spend a lot of time discussing the Goblet of Fire together, and also strengthened the security measures at Hogwarts."

Sirius raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his drink: "That's why you didn't find anything. You solve the case with the murderer, and all the evidence will not appear under your nose."

"Real Moody or not, I couldn't observe him without drawing his attention - I had to choose to stand up. I found a chance to look at him aboveboard without looking suspicious. And it turns out, My strategy was correct, he didn't suspect me, and I almost got out, if it wasn't for that little, ahem, little girl. Merlin bless the lovely Slytherin." Sirius snorted.

"What about your conclusion?" Professor Dumbledore asked, "Seeing how determined you are, I think it is necessary to worry about the real Moody."

Sirius put the porcelain cup gently on the table, and he looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes: "I know it's him, Headmaster. Give me credit this time. It's definitely Little Crouch, I remember he mentioned The look in his father's eyes—maybe he can fake it in other places, but facing old Crouch today, he can't hide what's in his eyes."

Professor McGonagall shook his head: "I thought it was a contradiction caused by the different ideas of Moody and Crouch."

"It's just that the concept of catching criminals is different, so it won't produce such complicated eyes." Sirius said.

Neither professor spoke, but they did not immediately dismiss the hypothesis.

Sirius leaned forward and said eagerly, "I know I have no proof, but it wouldn't hurt to try, would it?"

"Albus," Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and nodded at Dumbledore, "Sirius was once the best student in our college. I believe he has a certain degree of certainty. Call Moody."

The headmaster seemed to think that McGonagall immediately changed her attitude and supported Sirius unconditionally, which was a bit funny: "Minerva, I know that Gryffindor is a group - don't forget, I am also from this academy."

I silently picked up the cup and took a sip of honey water.I don't think this tastes as good as the lemonade in Professor Flitwick's office.

Professor McGonagall coughed: "Don't waste time, Headmaster. If Sirius' speculation is true, then the real Moody's safety is worthy of attention."

"The preparation of the compound decoction still needs him to contribute materials, and nothing will happen." The principal said, but he still became serious, and he released another phoenix. "Minerva, put away your fragile items first."

"I don't have useless things in my office that can't stand the touch." Professor McGonagall said in his usual tough style.

"Oh, well, typical Gryffindor," the headmaster blinked. "I'm different. I'm full of fancy trinkets."

Sirius gave a smirk at this, presumably remembering his own bedroom covered in the permanent Gryffindor flag.

The atmosphere in the office was very relaxed for a while.In fact, when misunderstandings and estrangements are resolved, it is easy for people to obtain happiness.

After about five or six minutes, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in," said Professor McGonagall calmly, sitting in the armchair closest to the door.

Moody's wooden legs made a crisp sound on the ground.He stepped in a few steps, closed the door, looked around the room, nodded to Sirius who was leaning against the window, and said in a rough voice: "Albus, you have to explain to me, how does he What's going on? Why did you ask me to cover him? Don't tell me it's another Snape. Huh?"

"Speaking of Snape, you've always hated him so much. He's really come back to us, so it's time you change your attitude towards him, Alastor." Dumbledore rushed to the chair by the table. He waved his hand and invited "Moody" to sit down.

"Moody" strode over to sit down, moved his wooden legs, and showed sincere disgust on his face: "I don't believe him. He used to be a vicious Death Eater."

Professor Dumbledore said lightly: "Oh, that's why you don't want to see him? Shouldn't it be because he's a traitorous Death Eater?"

"Moody" was so startled at the words that he almost jumped out of his chair.By the time he remembered that he needed a disguise, Professor Dumbledore's gaze had turned icy, while everyone else in the room stood upright in a defensive posture, raised their wands, and looked at him warily.

Seeing this scene, Little Crouch, who was dressed as Moody, calmed down instead.He took two steps back and looked at Professor Dumbledore contemptuously: "Oh? You finally found out that I am not your loyal friend? The reaction is slow enough."

Professor Dumbledore didn't take it seriously: "You should allow the elderly to make some mistakes occasionally-and I didn't see through your disguise. It's thanks to Sirius."

Sirius smiled, and greeted Crouch Jr., "Hi, cellmate. Why, don't you remember me?"

Little Crouch understood, and he responded with the same smile: "How can I not remember—the secret keeper that the Dark Lord tried his best to deal with, the brave fighter who resisted, but was finally thrown into Azkaban by his own people . Ha! Blake, you should know how famous you are among us."

Sirius was not angry, but raised his eyebrows and shot back: "Oh, I think it's worth it to trade my freedom for Voldemort's life. Why, I can still stand here now, where is your boss? Tragic In which corner did you die?"

Little Crouch showed a mocking smile subconsciously, and then immediately restrained all expressions: "Where the Dark Lord is now has nothing to do with you, Black."

But it was obviously too late, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall caught the change in his expression and exchanged worried glances.

Little Crouch showed an annoyed expression. Without saying a word, he suddenly pointed his wand at himself and was about to chant a spell.Professor Dumbledore's reaction was much faster, and his wand fell into the headmaster's hand before Little Crouch could spit out the second syllable.Professor McGonagall conjured up a few strands of flexible and strong long ropes, entangled little Crouch's limbs, and the other end of the rope automatically climbed the nearest chair, and brought little Crouch to stagger and sit on it. He was firmly tied to the soft chair with a neat pattern on the back.

Suddenly the door was knocked again, and everyone subconsciously looked at the door. Little Crouch, who had a vicious look on his face, froze for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on his face, he chuckled a few times, and fixed his eyes on to the door of McGonagall's office.

"As expected of Barty Crouch. There really is no place without him." A distorted smile appeared on his face.

The author has something to say:

For the sake of emotional experience, it is recommended to watch it with Guilted. XD

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But if you don't watch it, it won't affect the plot.

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But I still hope you will see it. . .