"Tell me, what did you add to the compound potion? My dear partner?" Moody asked eagerly to the boy in front of him.
In Moody's office, he was talking roughly to a teenager.
"Although the curved wine bottle allows me to refill the compound soup on time and cover up my identity by the way, I still don't think it's safe enough." He continued, then coughed heavily, and glanced at the bookcase hanging on the bookshelf He took out the brown curved wine bottle from a clock on his desk, shook the liquid in it, and looked at it with his terrifying eyes with magic power.
"Of course it's a way of fooling them." The boy Moody was staring at responded to him at this time.
Naturally, the boy was none other than Malfoy who used Polyjuice Potion to hide the truth in the second project.
Malfoy casually stood up from the armchair he was sitting on, walked to Moody's side, and pushed the wine bottle that Moody put on the table back in front of him.
"I got the news about the second project from Ludo Bagman a long time ago, so I was prepared. As for the Polyjuice Potion, it was naturally a prevarication." Malfoy shrugged, half-truth falsely explained.
"Okay." Moody smashed his mouth and said with some disappointment, "I thought I could drink less of this nasty thing, but I didn't expect to have to continue."
Suddenly, Moody's brow furrowed, and he saw a small red flag on his desk begin to circle.
"By the way, then... how did you get rid of Dumbledore's hypnosis?" He quickly returned to normal, his brows relaxed, and he stopped looking at the flag, and instead seemed to think of something that made people wonder place, suddenly looked at Malfoy with his piercing eyes, and asked intermittently.
"Are you underestimating me?" Malfoy squinted at him, "When I'm on guard, the old man's hypnosis won't work on me, let alone show his gentle manner, After all, it’s hypnotizing the hostages, so he shouldn’t be too heavy handed, is he?”
"Okay." Moody scratched his chin, agreeing with Malfoy's statement.
"By the way, I might have some clues about the third project." Moody put the curved wine bottle into his cuff at this time, and said proudly to Malfoy.
"They trust me very much. It is so convenient to have such a layer of identity. They will ask for my opinion on almost any safety issue. From the first time to the second time, I can always know the relevant information in advance. game information."
Moody showed his row of rotten teeth missing a few leaks, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.
Before Malfoy could respond to him, Moody started chattering again. Anyone familiar with him would be surprised here. Mad-Eye Moody, who has always been serious and vigilant with his ferocious face, would actually do this to a student.
"I helped that Mr. Savior too much before, and I helped him a lot with the information I got before." He began to stretch out his five fingers and count.
"First, the information about the fire dragon. It seems that their students are still a little bit good, and they have found a lot of ways to deal with it. The half-blood giant also played a role, saving me some trouble."
"It's not a bad thing if the savior really died at the mouth of the fire dragon. Unfortunately, he still needs to be used in the plan." Moody sighed and said regretfully.
A rustling sound came from the door of the office, and Moody's magic eye glanced in that direction indiscernibly.
"As for the second item, in order to remind him without showing any trace, I really spent too much effort."
"I deliberately mentioned scuba lungs and gills grass in front of his companions, and I specifically reminded him. Of course, I didn't think it would be too easy for him, so I did some tricks in the lake. See Looks like the female student from Beauxbatons should have taken advantage of it, and that Mr. Savior has been entangled with the warrior of Durmstrang for a lot of time."
"This is the best way to be. If you are too eye-catching, you will be suspicious. A mediocre savior who has performed brilliantly one after another is too suspicious, isn't it?"
"But we must ensure that he passes the competition." Moody patted himself on the forehead with a troubled expression.
"But right now, the first priority is to greet one of our unexpected guests."
Moody's voice suddenly tightened, and at the same time he stood up from his desk suddenly, and limped towards the door. He seemed to see a slight crack in the door outside.
"Hey, why is there a beetle here?" He pretended to be surprised, and then walked towards a black beetle lying on the floor step by step.
Malfoy raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and followed Moody with his eyes.
At this time, the beetle knew that someone had found him, and began to run away with its strong thick legs, trying to get into the gap between the side bookcase and the ground in a panic. Go where you can't catch it, and the man will lose interest in it.
But it seems to have forgotten something. Moody's magic eyes can break through almost all disguises. Even the Supreme Invisibility Cloak, one of the three sacred objects, will be invisible under his magic eyes. An Animagus Isn't it too difficult for spells to fool him
"Quickly imprison!" "Drowsy!" Moody's magic arm made a sound of friction with the air, and two thick and powerful magic spells hit the beetle with incomparable precision, and lifted the floor by the way. There was a lot of dust on the floor, making the whole room smoky.
His staggering appearance was just to paralyze the eavesdropper and make him relax his vigilance.
"Did you see the little flag next to you? As long as someone breaks into this room, it will turn and call the police. I think the previous instruments are too noisy, so they are locked in the box. It seems that this object is The effect is not bad."
"Okay, let's take a look at the true face of this Animagus." Moody glanced at Malfoy with a smile, then pointed to the ground and said, "Sweep the whirlwind!"
The dust was cleared away, and a woman with curly blond hair lay face down on the ground in a mess, unconscious.
"You don't seem surprised at all?" Moody pulled out his chair and sat back at his desk.
"Perhaps you didn't see me when I was surprised, or perhaps, Mr. Moody."
"oh?"
"Just when you said there was a beetle." Malfoy said flatly.
"Okay," Moody said, "I can't see her face when I'm lying on my stomach like this." He raised his hand and cast another spell, hitting the woman, and the woman bounced off the ground with a whoosh , turned over his body, and fell straight down from mid-air.
This time she turned her face up.
"Oh, a gossiping female reporter." Moody said sarcastically, he still has a deep impression on this vulgar woman, especially the exaggerated red lips, big golden waves and hair that radiates all the time. With a strong perfume smell.
"What do you think I should do with her?" Moody asked Malfoy maliciously.
"This is your prisoner, Mr. Moody." Malfoy nodded slightly, "But if possible, I suggest that it is best to keep her alive, because she is very keen to fight against Dumbledore, and I want to save her life before the plan is completed. , we should avoid outbursts.”
"It makes sense." Moody smiled, and then that smile became extremely cruel and distorted in an instant.
"This should turn into a good toy, enough to keep me entertained for a while." The man looked at the unconscious Rita Skeeter and said with expectation.