[HP] Hogwarts students

It happened to be dinner time, and there was no one in the lonely and quiet corridor except me, Hermione and the fake Professor Moody.So as he limped closer on his cane, I felt a dank chill creeping into my bones and into my lungs.

Hermione's grip on me gradually tightened, and I heard her open her mouth, but she fell silent again under the gaze of the fake Moody's magic eyes.

"Nothing—"

"I remember your father," he interrupted me roughly. "Jack Morris, what a brilliant Auror. Come to think of it, you want to be one, don't you?"

"...Maybe." I looked at his bruised face warily, "I don't want to suffer so many injuries."

Maybe it was this sentence that made him laugh, and the fake Moody's pressing emotions immediately relaxed. He laughed in a rough voice and said, "I'm still a naive kid, and the scar is an Auror's medal." !—Go back and look at the scars on your father's body, maybe there are no fewer scars than mine."

He took a few steps back in a nostalgic tone, and the tense atmosphere immediately melted away. Hermione and I finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that our palms were sweating when we came back to our senses.

"Before I came to report at Hogwarts," he said casually, "it was he who came to report the person who put the Dark Mark during the Quidditch World Cup match that day. You drew that portrait, didn't you? "

Since his real identity is Mr. Crouch, my father's boss, maybe my father gave him the portrait in the first place.

I was about to nod when Hermione tugged at my robe secretly.Fake Moody frowned, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Alastor!" We followed the voice and looked back, only to find that Professor Flitwick was walking towards this side in small steps, "Why don't you go eat?"

After he got closer, he seemed to see us again. After being surprised, he asked enthusiastically, "Isn't this Kelly and Hermione? Are you going to the auditorium too?"

"Hi, Professor Flitwick. We've just finished dinner and are heading back to the tower," said Hermione, pulling me away from the fake Moody step by step.

"Great, tell me secretly, will there be mashed potatoes with gravy on the menu tonight?" Professor Flitwick asked happily, walking up to the silent fake Moody, "Come on, Alastor, we Let's go to the auditorium together."

"Yes, Professor Flitwick, it tastes great—" watching their figures fade away, I raised my voice and said.As soon as the words were finished, the fake Moody turned his head and looked at me with his magic eyes again. It was dark, but I was no longer afraid—his disguise would be exposed soon!

On the way to the headmaster's office, Hermione said seriously more than once: "How can you admit it directly? We don't know his real purpose yet—"

"But he's Mr. Crouch." I was a little depressed. "I've seen him before, and though he's a very serious man, I've never been afraid of him before."

"Quick! Hermione, Kelly!" The smooth stone wall on the third floor had cracked in two, and an ugly stone beast squatted quietly on the right side, with Ron's head protruding from its mouth.

Half of his body was caught in the crack, and he waved to us anxiously: "Harry is already upstairs, come on!"

We panted and ran up the spiral staircase to the eighth floor. Ron was panting, and softly knocked on the bronze door knocker in the shape of a lion's head above the wooden door. After getting permission, we walked into Dumbledore one by one. office.

The smooth and shiny circular dome is covered with portraits of past principals. Every time I come here, they will walk around among the portraits, gathering together to talk elegantly and generously, but their voices are extremely low. When it reached my ears, there was only a buzzing like a fly.

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk with the Marauder's Map spread out on it.Harry sat across from him, looking back at us a little fidgeting.

"Sit down, boys." Dumbledore glanced at us through the glasses, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles on his nose, and a gold chain hanging down his thick, shaggy white beard. Pressing his hands, "Forgive me for not having any extra desserts for you, and I ate up the last box of chocolates last night."

I bit my lip to suppress a smile, and I seemed to see Hermione relaxed when I sat down, but when we sat down, her expression changed to a worried look with frowning.

"This incident is indeed unusual." A few minutes later, Dumbledore took off his glasses and said, "Barty Crouch, who said he was sick at home, came to Hogwarts disguised as the retired Auror Alastor Moody." Ts taught."

"And I didn't even see it."

The kind smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared, and it was only then that I realized that he was not a small town old man who could be seen everywhere, but a great, powerful wizard who was only feared by mysterious people.

His tone was full of guilt, but the expression on his face concealed cold anger. If that fake Moody was standing in front of him at this moment, he might be too scared to move by his monstrous anger.

"But he must not be Mr. Barty Crouch—the venerable Director," said Dumbledore calmly.

"How sure are you?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Because the real Barty Crouch is being treated in the medical wing."

The news was thrown like a thunderbolt, and Ron blurted out and asked, "How is this possible?!" Facing our bewildered looks, Dumbledore spoke again: "He was cast with the Imperius Curse—yes , he completely lost his mind and control—but old Batty was a strong-willed and powerful wizard... He came to ask for help with his own perseverance, and was found by his old butler elf near the cellar."

"Yes, it's Winky?!" I yelled, and Hermione covered her mouth with tears in her eyes.

"Then he—I mean, who is that fake Professor Moody? From the map, he's Barty Crouch!" Harry asked.

Dumbledore didn't speak, and took out a stack of old newspapers from the desk drawer. The yellowed paper looked old.He picked out one of them and opened it until the second edition was unfolded in front of us. He pointed to a pale young man in the lower right corner and said to me: "Miss Morris, please take a closer look at this man's appearance."

It's the one who fired the Dark Mark at the camp!I will never forget his appearance in my life. Although the appearance in the newspaper is much younger than what I remember, I still recognize him at a glance.

"It's him! It's him!" I jumped up from the armchair emotionally. "He's the Death Eater who shot the Dark Mark! Could it be—"

"Yes, Miss Morris!" said Dumbledore, "Barty Crouch shares the name with his son, Barty Crouch Jr. who was transformed into Moody with Polyjuice Potion! But Little Barty died in Azkaban that year, and this is exactly what we need to solve as soon as possible. All we need to do is—”

"Why didn't you catch him? He was still in the corridor just now! He went to eat in the auditorium, and there are so many students in the auditorium!" I slapped the table unbearably, until Hermione dragged me back, I still used urging eyes look at him.

"It's not a big problem." Under our disbelieving eyes, Dumbledore said slowly, "I think he must have been taken away from the crowd by Felius now."

"——Professor Flitwick?" I suddenly lowered my hand in the air and stammered, "Didn't he happen to pass by just now?"

"Kelly, Professor Dumbledore has been looking for Professor Flitwick and the others since he saw the map." Harry adjusted his glasses in embarrassment, "I wanted to tell you at first—"

But I have ignored him since I entered the office, ignoring all his attempts to attract my attention.

"Yes, yes." I sat back on my seat with a hot face, "What about the real Professor Moody?"

"He's been drinking Polyjuice Potion to keep his Professor Moody look," said Hermione calmly, "so Barty Jr. must be bringing the real Professor Moody with him—maybe he's at Hogwarts! "

"That's right." Dumbledore glanced at Hermione with admiration, and then stood up, "We found the real Moody in his office, he's skinny, he was also cast with the Imperius Curse, and now he and Mr. Crouch is recuperating together."

He packed his belongings, frowned, and said to us: "This matter, you must know the truth-you must know who did these things to Harry, but please forgive me, I have to rush over now, Si Fleurs may have given him Veritaserum."

Dumbledore opened a shortcut for us from the eighth floor, and then left in a hurry.In fact, I really wanted to follow to see the trial scene, but Harry, who was depressed, stopped me.

"How ironic," said Ron, "that the best professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is the Death Eater who is the best at the Dark Arts."

"...Actually," Harry said with a bad face, "he also taught me many times in private about the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse. Why didn't he kill me then? There are so many opportunities."

"Maybe there's a bigger secret in it." I hugged Harry, and exhaled with a complicated heart, "Stay vigilant, Harry, we have to face the second match next."

When we returned to the lounge, many people who had dinner came back one after another. There were many people gathered in the dome lounge. They were excitedly discussing the upcoming second game tomorrow. Even Neville participated in the discussion with a book full of excitement.

"Good evening!" Neville suddenly seemed to remember something after seeing us, "Oh yes! Hermione, Kelly, Professor McGonagall came to see you just now, and asked you to go to her office immediately."

"What? When did this happen?" I looked at Hermione in some confusion.

"It should be before get out of class ends..." His voice became smaller and smaller, "I'm sorry, I forgot before."

"..." Hermione was a little speechless, but she still said to Harry and the others with a cold face, "Listen, it won't be long tonight... You guys stay in the lounge and study the method, and Kelly and I will soon return."

"...What are you researching?..."

When Hermione and I climbed out again through the hole in the lounge, Neville asked Harry curiously again. I heard Ron dismiss him impatiently, and I desperately hoped that we could find the most suitable method before the game started.

Professor McGonagall's office is between the second and third floors. When we finally arrived after sweating in the cold spring breeze, Qiu and another strange little girl were already sitting inside.

Facing our lateness, Professor McGonagall didn’t say anything, she seemed absent-minded, and just explained to us the process of the second game in a hurry. The few people here are the treasures of the warriors, and she will help us. The curse was thrown into the lake, waiting for their respective warriors to come to the rescue.

In fact, when we are all sitting here staring at each other, when we think about it carefully, the treasures of warriors are not necessarily objects... It's just that we didn't think in this direction at all.

The strange silver-haired girl introduced herself as Gabriel, and she was Furong's little sister—of course, it could be seen from her cloud-like silver hair.

Qiu is Cedric's girlfriend, and she blushes because of Zhenbao's description, and she is very conspicuous in the dim light. ——As for me, I was a little embarrassed at first, but when I think about it, Harry and I are mutual treasures, what's the matter?Once I figured it out, I accepted other people's teasing very cheekily.

And Hermione was a little unhappy about being Krum's treasure. She might be a little shy and her ears were red, but she was more helpless and embarrassed. No wonder, they haven't known each other for half a year ah.

Before I fell asleep completely under the spell, something suddenly occurred to me, Harry and Ron are still waiting for us in the lounge - they haven't figured out how to make Harry breathe in the water - will I Drowned in a lake?