"Aren't you too radical? Mr. Moody, or—Mr. Crouch?" In Moody's office, Malfoy put his hands on Moody's old desk, his tone was a little low, his The gray pupils looked at Moody's magic eyes unceremoniously, questioning the man in front of him, as if the two were not teachers and students at all. "Tianlai Novel www"w. ⒉3txt. com
"I just took a class that I should have taught normally." Sitting on a chair, Moody said slowly, "This is what "he" would do, a person full of justice but with a sense of justice." People who are not pedantic," he added.
"Don't worry, my dear partner, I will not be exposed, my disguise is perfect, under the power of the Imperius Curse, the old man has already said everything, I clearly understand his daily behavior, every detail He is used to using his curved wine bottle, his tone of voice, and so on. I have spent a lot of effort to imitate this. You can see this from Dumbledore's actions. He really puts I have become his former comrade-in-arms." Moody said proudly. "When I took over, I felt his defenseless embrace at that time. I really wanted to..."
"Then I might be able to collect the body for you, then the master's plan will be over, and you are also a sinner." Malfoy said coldly.
"Don't say that, we have to think in a good direction." Moody said "comfortingly", "Of course the master's plan is the top priority, but you have to understand me, it is quite hard to be an undercover agent in this school , just kidding."
At this time, Moody was playing with the small object in his hand with one hand. He was not as nervous as he said at all, immersed in an emotion similar to enjoyment. From the current definition, this should be his trophy. Replaced the poor old man and got everything he had.
"We need to keep a low profile, you know?" Malfoy said seriously.
"On the contrary." Moody raised his eyebrows. "We need to be as high-profile as possible to attract everyone's attention, so that we can have a chance to realize our plan. We want to take away the limelight of the savior and let everyone pay attention Put it on us so he doesn't get too much attention."
"Dumbledore is not a fool!" Malfoy stared at Moody.
"But he is a human being first, and as long as he is a human being, he will make mistakes." Moody's pair of magic eyes began to spin wildly again, which seemed to symbolize his flying thinking.
"He is not a mediocre person. If the person who can fight against the master is a mediocre person, it will be an insult to the master, but he cannot know everything. His thinking will always be limited. He will never think that a person who has already died People who have been with me for many years will suddenly become his old friends, and besides, if I show some stage fright, maybe it will arouse his suspicion, won't it?"
"Uh, I'm sorry, it looks like I need to refill some medicine." Moody said suddenly, and then hurriedly limped towards the corner of the office, where two tin boxes were quietly placed.
He bent down, opened one of the boxes, and took something out of it—a brown glass bottle filled with drugs, and the wooden prosthetic leg that replaced the bad leg kicked the other box. , There was a dull metal shaking sound.
There are seven locks on it. Obviously, it should contain the real Moody.
"Of course, I also have to say that the compound decoction is really bad. It smells like bugs." Moody said with some disgust, but he still opened the bottle and swallowed the discomfort, his Adam's apple continued to twitch scroll.
"How long has it been since this old guy washed his hair?" He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then frowned in disgust, but stretched it out quickly, "Of course, I can still accept these costs, this guy's body It's still good, although it's a little old, a little old, and there are not many good parts on the body, but this eye is really useful. It can see through almost all falsehoods, and there are almost no illusions wherever the eyes go. It's really a wonderful feeling. Taste." Moody said intoxicated.
"How about it, do you want some?" Moody held up the brown bottle and asked tentatively, as if he was about to hand it to Malfoy.
"I don't have the habit of indirect kissing with old men, and I don't want to become blind or crippled." Malfoy refused coldly.
"Then you really broke the heart of your colleagues." Moody said regretfully, and then changed the subject: "However, my sacrifice is quite big."
"It's also for the greater good," Malfoy shot back, citing what Moody had said in class.
"Of course, for the greater good, for the return of the master, I will not hesitate." Moody nodded.
"Have you figured out how to break through the magic set by Dumbledore?" Moody asked suddenly, deciding not to talk about that topic, but began to think, "In order to attract his attention, you have to behave in the game." Bright enough."
"You should worry more about other things, such as how you can make the savior survive and enter the final game smoothly." Malfoy
"That's right, I have great confidence in you." Moody put on a smile at this time, "Of course, in order to make your performance more outstanding, I will also help you appropriately."
"Ludo Bagman has been completely bought by me." Malfoy said lightly.
"That's really interesting." Moody showed a surprised expression, then snapped his fingers and showed a complicated smile.
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Obviously, the Goblet of Fire's unlimited age limit excited the younger students, and they began to try their best to break through the defense line set by Dumbledore.
Of course, they are now limited to guessing what Dumbledore's magic will be like, because in order to reflect the fairness of the screening moment, the process of putting their name into the Goblet of Fire must wait until the teachers and students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons It can only be held after arriving at Hogwarts.
One morning, the four long tables were filled with discussions of the same sort.
Ravenclaw students have even begun to analyze what kind of spell Dumbledore might use to stop them, most Hufflepuff students are guessing who will be the representative of their house, and Slytherin students are They were discussing how to bypass Dumbledore's test. As for Gryffindor, the most thoughtful thing was to break through head-on.
"Oh, innocent children, has Dumbledore's ability fallen to this point in people's eyes?" A rough voice cut in abruptly.
"Hello, Professor Moody!", the people around the table immediately stood up and said respectfully.
Moody has won the respect of almost all the students through just one or two classes, not only because of his high teaching level, but also because of his previous status, and because of him, the students know the wizards who are fighting on the front line How dangerous it is, usually facing so many curses.
"I don't want to interrupt your meal," Moody said.
"We were just joking just now." The twin brothers lowered their heads and said at this moment. Their voices were a little loud just now, and they were still thinking that if they could break through, they would use their experience to earn some Galleons.
Such as making a "badge" or something, after wearing it, facing Dumbledore's magic will be unimpeded, no wonder Moody said it with disdain after hearing it.
"I think so, I heard that you two usually like to play pranks, and Professor McGonagall often has a headache for it." Moody paused, and then continued: "Of course, you seem to be relatively honest in my class. Moody's eyeballs quivered slightly in their sockets.
"Of course!" Fred and George patted their chests proudly at the same time.
Harry on the side also looked at Moody with admiration. This man's teaching method was somewhat different from Lupin's, but he was equally excellent.
It is even said that, in some respects, this unsmiling man was more successful as a teacher than Lupine.
This man successfully aroused the students' enthusiasm for learning - from the perspective of a "man", he made them feel what it means to take responsibility and bear it.
The lesson against the Imperius Curse also benefited them a lot.
The day's class is over in a blink of an eye, and an ordinary day is about to pass.
"Isn't this Mr. Malfoy who spends money like water and helped his academy win last year's Quidditch championship? What? Did the map we gave you last time not work? Or are you looking for us for something else?" Fred was annoyed To say the least, he was still brooding over how they lost the Quidditch title last year.
At this time, Malfoy and the Weasley twins were standing by an aisle on the fourth floor of the castle, and the former stopped the two behind
"What are you pulling me for! George!" Fred suddenly twisted his body, and punched his right hand hard towards the ground.
"Don't you want to realize our dream? Why don't you listen to what he wants us to do." George lowered his voice.
"How could you not want to!" Fred said anxiously, and he felt a little annoyed when he mentioned this. Who knew about their gambling, and their mother knew about it, and all the big income went to the public. Said that it will be used to subsidize the family, and also found a reason, saying that their o..ls results are not satisfactory.
They obviously guessed the process perfectly, but the ending was too unexpected for them.
Now that they are also in fifth grade, it is time to think about the future.
In a few years, they will step into the wizarding society. Let's see, how many ridiculous things their brother Bossy has done for his own promotion. What kind of boring things like the penetration rate of the crucible It all made him work hard.
He's the one with the worst sense of humor in the Weasley family.
And if the two of them don't want to make the same mistakes as their brother, then they should plan for the future now. In order to live a colorful life in the future without being restrained, they must get the first pot of gold.
It was even said that a large part of the reason they wanted to participate in the Triwizard Tournament was because of the bonus of one thousand gold galleons.
"Um... if you pass up this opportunity because of this, I think you will regret it." Malfoy said with a smile.
"You are a very good partner." George nodded and said in approval.
"Then let me just say it straight. I need large quantities of invisibility cloaks. Of course, they are not crudely made on the market. I still have some special requirements. I believe in your research and development capabilities. In addition, I also need an invisibility cloak that can change A mask-like magic item of your own appearance..."
"What do you want that thing for? Or a large batch, and the mask you asked for at the end?" the two brothers asked together.
"You can think for yourself." Malfoy hinted intentionally or unintentionally.
"Goblet of Fire?" Fred tentatively said first, and then became very sure. He had every reason to think that what Malfoy asked them to do had something to do with the Goblet of Fire.
"It seems that you are really well-informed. Don't you already know what to compare?" George said in amazement. The two brothers have already made up a lot of things in their brains.
After all, this is one of the hottest things right now.
And Malfoy didn't deny that this was exactly the effect he wanted.
"Let's just go with what you think, but I think if you accept this order, the Goblet of Fire should not be able to participate. I don't think you can participate in the competition while ensuring the quality of the goods I need." Mal Fu reminded.
"I understand, you are crowding out your competitors." Fred said narrowly. Of course, this was just his joke. He clearly understood that the student in front of him who was two grades lower than them didn't need to use such means. .
"Then are you willing to accept the temptation of the Galleon I paid?" Malfoy asked.
"Surrendering to Jin Gallon is really a wonderful thing. To be honest, I don't have any expectations for being selected," George shrugged.
"Second!" Fred continued, and his mood improved a lot at this moment, and the resentment over the Quidditch Cup disappeared in a blink of an eye.
After all, the Slytherin team used the rules reasonably back then, defeating them openly.
At the same time, not far from where the three of them were discussing, Harry was leaning over a table in the Gryffindor lounge and wrote:
Dear Sirius:
Last time we had a great time at the Quidditch World Cup, I've arrived at school safely, you don't have to worry about me.
We have two new teachers, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Protection of Fantastic Creatures, they are very good, especially Professor Moody, I think he is quite competent, by the way, you think I will be a proud man when I grow up. How is Luo? I think this career might suit me quite well.
By the way, our Quidditch match will be suspended this year. That's what Professor Dumbledore said, but it's not without reason. According to him, we have a more important event—the Triwizard Tournament. I want to participate. do you support me To be honest, I really hope to be able to participate in the competition, and you will come to see it then, right
Harry was writing the letter he was going to send to his godfather, and he was talking about something trivial in the letter, and he was still debating whether to tell Sirius about the pain in his scar.
After thinking about it, he decided to give up. It would be better to wait to ask him this question in person.