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Dumbledore's headmaster's office still looks surrounded by books and strangely formatted silverware, but when Sylvia and Camille walked in, there was always an old headmaster who seemed to be very happy and smiling, a rare stability Sitting behind his huge desk, he looked at the things on the desk with disbelief.

"Good evening." Dumbledore raised his head. Although the tone of greetings to Sylvia and Camille was gentle, it couldn't hide the slightly frowned eyebrows on his face and the serious blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses.

"Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore." After saying hello to the old headmaster, Sylvia and Camille sat on the sofa set in the corner of the office, waiting for news from Dumbledore calmly—since they were called Come to the headmaster's office, and Dumbledore's face is not good... The news that this Moody is a fake seems to have been answered.

"Look at this." Dumbledore stood up from behind the desk, walked over to Sylvia and the others, and handed the parchment he was looking at to Sylvia.

The parchment, which has been folded many times, is yellow and old, and the floor plan of Hogwarts is carefully drawn on it, as well as ink dots representing each student and professor, who are constantly moving between floors. "Is this the Marauder's Map? This map wasn't before..."

"After I received the news from Minerva, I went to Lupine to borrow this map. I have to say that the map made by Sirius and the others is indeed very useful." Dumbledore sat down and pointed to the map. of a place.

Sylvia and Camille leaned over to look. Next to the ink dot in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, where it should have been marked as 'Moody', there was another unusually familiar name 'Barty Crouch'. .

"Huh? Crouch? I seem to have heard of this name somewhere?" Camille scratched his head trying to pick out this name from the few names stored in his head.

"Mr. Barty Crouch is the gentleman I have been seeing in the newspapers before, the director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation. The elf holding Harry's wand caught in the Dark Mark incident belongs to his family. Elf." Sylvia explained, her serious gaze never leaving the map.

"I remember! But... how do I remember that person is completely against Voldemort? How did he appear here?"

"I think there is probably only one possibility." Dumbledore said calmly, took the hot tea that had been brewed from his desk, poured a cup for Sylvia and Camille each, and held his Sit back across from them with a cup, "I wonder if Miss Slytherin has heard about Mr. Crouch's family affairs?"

"Family matter?" Sylvia thought for a while, "Other than Mr. Crouch, there is only the dead *blocked keyword* and son..." Sylvia said this Suddenly realized, he stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, "Mr. Headmaster, are you saying that Mr. Crouch's son is not actually dead?!"

Seeing that Dumbledore nodded, and both of them showed thoughtful expressions, Camille couldn't help interrupting them: "Wait a minute, what are you talking about? What happened to Crouch's son?"

Knowing that Camille never paid attention to information about these families, Sylvia explained: "The Crouch family is a well-known pure-blood family in the magic world. The current owner, Barty Crouch, used to be a magician. Minister of the Ministry of Magic, he was very hopeful to be the Minister of Magic before, but after Voldemort failed, his only son was found to be a fanatical Death Eater. After he sent his son to Azkaban, of course, It is impossible for a person with a family to sit in the position of Minister of Magic, so the current Minister, Mr. Fudge was elected."

"Mr. Crouch's son's name is also Barty Crouch, just for the convenience of distinguishing, he is usually called Little Crouch. This little Crouch died not long after he entered Azkaban And Crouch's *blocked keyword*, Crouch Jr.'s mother, fell ill and died around the same time."

"Around the same time, both of them *blocked keywords*?" Camille frowned, obviously noticing the doubts.The son who was imprisoned in Azkaban couldn't bear the dementor torture and died one after another, and the *shielded keyword* who couldn't stand the blow and became seriously ill died one after another. The lying map clearly shows the name of Barty Crouch - obviously, the fake Moody in the school must not be the famously rigid Barty Crouch who works in the Ministry of Magic. Crouch, then there is only speculation that his son who should have died is actually still alive.

Sylvia took a sip of hot tea and asked with a calm face, "I think Mr. Principal called us to the principal's office instead of directly taking down Crouch. There should be other arrangements?"

Dumbledore didn't answer right away. He picked up the sugar bowl on the coffee table and added six spoonfuls of granulated sugar to his teacup. After stirring the pot, he took a sip. It seemed that he was finally satisfied with the taste of the tea before he spoke. : "I'm planning to keep little Crouch temporarily, and I'll inform the two of you first, and I'll also inform her about Minerva's place."

"I didn't expect Alastor to be knocked down and replaced. This was my mistake." Dumbledore sighed.

"Is this okay? Where's Potter?" Camille questioned disapprovingly.

"Voldemort is a very paranoid person. He must stand up wherever he falls. No other Death Eater will dare to do anything to Harry." Dumbledore explained, "I'm worried about the Rauch changed into Alastor's appearance and entered Hogwarts in ambush, because he wanted to play tricks during the Triwizard struggle, if that's the case, I would prefer to wait and see first to see what he is going to do."

Sylvia nodded to show her understanding, "It's good that Mr. Principal knows it well, we won't meddle in other's business, I've been busy with Lestrange *blocked keyword* recently and I can't keep busy Yes. But I have one more question."

"Please." Dumbledore said softly.

"How did little Crouch play Mr. Moody so well? You didn't even see it, Mr. Principal."

"Ah, this matter," Dumbledore nodded understandingly, "Little Crouch used to have very good grades in school, of course there is a little arrogance of the Slytherin family, but that's not a big problem. Because of his impressive grades and his own choice, Crouch Jr. entered the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic after graduation and became an Auror."

Hearing this, both Sylvia and Camille raised their eyebrows in surprise, and Camille even choked on the tea that was too late to swallow, "Ahem, Slytherin, cough, Slater A pure-blood wizard from the Forestry Academy became an Auror?!"

"I don't blame you for being so surprised. In fact, in the past, wizards from Slytherin House did not exist as Aurors. The number of wizards became Aurors. It was only after Voldemort started to develop, and it gradually decreased. In the past ten years, Aurors are basically all wizards from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff."

"Ah, yes, where were we... oh! Yes, yes, Crouch Jr. became an Auror, and at that time his immediate boss was Alastor Moody. They were treating There have always been very fierce conflicts in the subject of being hunted. Little Crouch strongly insisted that pure-blooded dark wizards from big families should be given better interrogation attitude and treatment, while black wizards from ordinary backgrounds did not have such courtesy. Aras Thor would naturally not agree. Because of Little Crouch's prejudice, Alastor applied to the Ministry of Magic to expel him from the Auror office in the third year that Crouch was an Auror. But even if it was only three years, I think it's enough for little Crouch to thoroughly study some of Alastor's behaviors and habits."

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Although the Defense Against the Dark Arts course of the very scary-looking Professor Moody was said to be robbed by Sylvia Slytherin in the first class (in fact, after the news came out, the whole school was not surprised at all. ), but judging from the news from other grades after class, the new professor's class seems to be very worth looking forward to!

But when Moody demonstrated the three Unforgivable Curses with three palm-sized spiders, the classroom fell into a terrible silence.

Neville's hands were tightly clutching the table in front of him, his knuckles were white, his eyes were wide open, full of fear, as if he hadn't recovered from the painful movement of looking at the spider that had been cast with the Cruciatus Curse. Come on.

"Avada Kedavra!" Moody yelled at the last spider.

A dazzling green light pierced people's eyes, and when everyone opened their eyes again, the spider had turned over, and its eight legs were raised in mid-air with its legs slightly bent, lying on its back on the table. Not the slightest bit of scars, but definitely *blocked keywords*.

A few students covered their mouths and tried their best to hold back the screams they wanted to utter. Others even had pale faces and staring eyes.

staring at a strange point in the sky.

"It's not nice," said Moody quietly. "Unpleasant, and there's no breaking the spell, of which only one man is known to have escaped, and he's sitting right here in front of me."

Moody's eyes (both at the same time) were on Harry's and Harry couldn't help looking away, he could feel the whole class turning to look at him, but he was staring at the empty blackboard , see nothing

It turned out that this is how his parents died... Just like the spider, without a trace, without a single wound...Harry recalled the horrible sight that repeatedly appeared before him when he encountered the dementor last year: her mother Screaming and crying to protect him, but...a green light flashed...the world has no color anymore, it's dead silent.

For the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three Unforgivable Curses. The classroom was quiet and no one spoke until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.But when Moody announced that the get out of class was over, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions broke out immediately.

"Did you see the spider twitching?"

"He killed the spider *blocked keyword* in one fell swoop, it's that simple!"

"Let's go," said Hermione nervously to Harry and Ron, who didn't find today's lesson interesting at all.

"Go to the damn library again?" Before Ron's protest was achieved, the students in the corridor suddenly parted ways, and Sylvia walked towards them.

"Senior Sylvia!" Hermione finally smiled and waved her hand to greet her.

"Good afternoon, how is the class?" Sylvia had always had a gentle smile on her face.

"Well... I taught three Unforgivable Curses." Hermione said, looking worriedly at Neville, who was standing alone in the middle of the corridor, staring at the stone wall opposite him with wide eyes, "Ah, senior sister, come here what to do?"

"I have something to do with Ms. Parkinson..." As soon as the words finished, the fourth-year Slytherin students who were taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with the Gryffindors also walked out of the classroom one by one, and Pansy Parkinson was among them.

Without further talking to Hermione, Sylvia smiled and nodded with Hermione and walked towards Pansy.

"Let's go!" Ron wanted to leave quickly. He grabbed Hermione's robe to draw her attention away from Sylvia and Pansy, but the effect was not very good. Although Hermione He took two steps forward, but still looked vaguely at Senior Sylvia and Pansina.

"What do you think Senior Sylvia is looking for that Parkinson?" Ron asked angrily, "Don't look, Parkinson hasn't given you a look since he started school, what are you looking at! That kind of person Don't worry about it! Let's go!"

"Let's go now, don't pull my clothes!" Hermione finally looked at the door of the classroom - Sylvia took out a small cloth bag from her robe and handed it to Pansy, who accepted it with a normal expression come over.

"Senior Sylvia seems to have given Parkinson a bag?" Harry saw it with his eyesight.

"Wow!" Ron suddenly yelled, and then lowered his voice mysteriously, "Do you think that Sister Sylvia is buying the Parkinson's family?"

"What do you mean by buying?!" Hermione asked sharply, raising her eyebrows.

But before she had time to continue questioning Ron, Pansy's mocking voice came from behind her: "So the Weasleys don't need to pay for shopping?" The sound of 'click click', "Miss Slytherin ordered some rare materials from my magic material store, and Gallon was unable to measure the value of those materials, so we discussed payment with magic gems, and of course there are other payment details Ah, but, I think a Weasley would not be able to understand the transaction procedures for such a valuable item." Pansy sneered and put the small cloth bag in his arms and turned away without the slightest nostalgia. Weasley behind him growled and cursed.

Putting his hand into his pocket and pinching the small bag containing the magic gem, Pansy, in addition to the hard texture of the gem, did indeed pinch a piece of paper—in fact, what Weasley said was correct—— Miss Leitlin is indeed buying her, but the object of buying her is not a gem, but the survival of the Parkinson family...

Need to stop updating in the past few days! !

Does anyone think why the author didn't update yesterday? ? ! !

that is because……………

(The author had a good dinner last night and sat down in front of the computer, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to start typing...)

Author Jun Ma: Hey, collect your things.

The author... huh?what?

Author Jun's mother: Oh, it's nothing, we're moving tomorrow.

Author: ... Huh? ...Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? ? ! !I do not know how? !Could it be, could it be running. Road? ——But haven’t you and Dad retired yet? What are you doing? !

Author Jun Ma: Nervous. Sick!It was prepared last month.

Author: Huh? !How do I not know? !

Author Jun Ma: Anyway, you don’t seem to have anything to clean up. You have so few clothes, and the bag is only a shoulder bag and it’s been used for five years. It looks like you can’t afford anything. It’s so easy to clean up, so I told you so early What are you doing?

Author: ……………

Well...the above is the reason why the author of "I don't like shopping, I don't like to spend money on clothes, bags and other messy things, and I have nothing to clean up" can't update in the past few days-moving...extremely sudden ... There is nothing to clean up, you have to tell my mother early, hey! !

Okay, wait for the author to finish it before continuing to update! !As an author who has nothing to clean up, I need to help my parents clean up their piles of things... Hehe, it's inexplicably bleak...

Sincerely, the author who is poor and cannot afford anything