"Aren't you afraid that if you teach so seriously, you will create more opponents for the Dark Lord?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, looked at Moody and said.
At this time, he had already followed this man to his office, found a sofa at random, sat down, and started talking.
"No, no, no, even if they fully comply with everything I advocate, they won't be able to do that." Moody waved his fingers and said negatively, "They're missing one thing."
"I think I know what you want to say." Malfoy tapped the table lightly with his fingers.
"It's still possible for you, but you and I are on the same side, aren't you?" Moody laughed triumphantly, and then smiled, the muscles on his face began to deform again, and horror gradually accumulated in his eyes Hatred, paired with that big eyeball, is indescribably terrifying.
"I called you here for something else." Moody's rotting face twitched a few times at this moment, and his lips began to squirm.
"Peter's stupid mouse! It actually made my father break free from the Imperius Curse! He escaped from there! He is very likely to come to Dumbledore now, and we must stop him before he finds the old man, otherwise the master It’s all over!” Moody maintained a certain amount of self-restraint at the beginning of his statement, and then became more and more manic, frantically flapping the crumbling wooden table in front of him, appearing a little irrational.
"My friend, calm down." Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "It's not the worst yet, is it? Anger can confuse and affect our judgment." Malfoy suddenly bent down at this time, and stretched out his hand , caught a small object that was almost shaken to the floor, and slowly pushed it back in front of Moody.
"You have to know that his mind must be very unclear now." Malfoy said lightly, "The pain of the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse from time to time is enough to drive him crazy, isn't it?"
"Of course." Moody calmed himself down at this time, "If he has been conscious, we should have been caught in Azkaban by now, but since he escaped at this time, it proves that he has at least You can maintain a certain logical thinking ability at all times!" Moody said pessimistically, the magic eye drooping and sluggishly hanging in the eye socket.
"His destination must be Hogwarts, I must catch him." Moody's breathing began to become short, and he seemed very nervous.
"No, I have to go on patrol now, first to the Forbidden Forest... and then..." Moody said in a hoarse voice, then stood up from the chair, dragged his body and walked out the door go.
"Damn lame, it's really troublesome." He looked at his wooden prosthetic leg in disgust, and stomped it on the ground a few times, making a dull sound. Even though the imitation was almost perfect, he was still not used to this limp crooked way of walking.
"By the way." The moment the wooden prosthetic leg crossed the threshold, Moody stopped his body, turned his head to show his crooked teeth and said, "Professor McGonagall asked me to inform you that we will arrive at nine o'clock tonight." Go down to the Quidditch pitch, and the referee will tell you about the third event"
"After you know the content of the game, remember to look around as much as possible. When you meet my father, stop him immediately. If necessary, killing him is also a good choice." Moody's tone became more calm at this time. It's like talking about killing an ant.
"I will." Malfoy nodded.
"Stay here and rest for a while if you want, heh, the last project, don't let unimportant people ruin it." Moody muttered to himself, and stepped out of the office.
Malfoy sat quietly in that chair for a while, playing with Moody's small objects boredly, then pulled out a piece of parchment from his cuff and spread it out on the table. It was the Marauder's Map. After he chanted the spell, Black ink began to spread on the blank parchment, and finally took shape. The whole picture of Hogwarts was unobstructed, and the densely packed names turned into black dots, moving quickly or slowly on it.
The most amazing thing is that the two small black dots with the word Crouch on it are getting closer and closer. "
"It's time to do it." Marl muttered to himself, stood up from the chair, and then walked to the box with seven locks in the corner of the wall, tapping his index finger rhythmically and constantly on it, sending out a burst of regularity dull sound.
Then he also walked out of the room.
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"Come on!" Pansy whispered to Malfoy at the exit of the auditorium, his face flushed slightly.
By this time he had left Moody's office, had lunch with Pansy, and was on his way to the Quidditch pitch to hear Bagman explain the next field.
"Of course, goodbye." Malfoy nodded and waved his hand at Pansy, naturally he would not reveal the facts he already knew.
He now trotted down the road, across the field, and towards the Quidditch pitch.
Quidditch pitches are no longer flat and smooth. It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here, and these low walls are intricate, winding and extending in all directions.
Malfoy should be the first warrior to come. After all, he still needs to put on a show for Mr. "Moody" to take a good look at. It seems that he is very interested in the escaped Mr. Crouch.
Furong was the second warrior who came to the venue, but after seeing Malfoy, she immediately hid behind a tree in embarrassment and leaned against it. She still didn't calm down to face the boy in front of her. Because of her resentment, she kept her face cold, but after that "active" revenge, Fu Rong didn't know how to deal with it.
"Oh, the two warriors came really early, but we still have to wait until everyone has arrived before announcing the game, that's fair, isn't it?" Bagman walked towards the center of the court without haste. In the past, he wore a black suit today.
"Look, they're here." Bagman clapped his hands and said excitedly.
"Hello!" He waved his palm and greeted Krum and Harry happily.
"Well, what do you think?" Bagman asked cheerfully as Harry and Cedric climbed the last low wall. "It's going well, isn't it? In another month, Hagrid will turn them feet high. Don't worry," he said with a grin, seeing the displeasure on Harry's and Cedric's faces. "As soon as the Tournament is over, your Quidditch pitch will be back to normal! Well, I guess you can guess Figure out what we're going to do here?"
For a moment no one spoke, and then—
"The maze," said Krum gruffly.
"By the way!" Bagman said, "it's a maze. The third item is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Tournament Cup is placed in the center of the maze. Whoever is able to touch it first will get full marks."
"Should we just go through the maze?" Fleur asked, trying to shift her gaze away from where Malfoy was. For mobile phone users, please browse m..reading for a better reading experience.