A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 571: Preparation for both parties

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, the broomroom was pitch black except for a few wands emitting faint light.

There were three people standing closest to them——Angelina, she was the captain of the Quidditch team; the other two people were familiar to Harry, he recalled carefully, and recognized him in the auditorium The eccentric couple seen here. Harry couldn't figure out how they met Angelina, and how they hid in the broom with her and tried to drag them in.

"Angelina, what the **** is going on? And—who are they?"

Harry asked, and Hermione poked him quietly behind him, which made him notice three or four people standing vaguely in the corner, their faces mixed with wooden boxes, brooms, and cleaning tools, which could only show Outlined with some limbs, it looks like a monster with multiple arms and arms.

'Angelina' opened his mouth, and Ron suddenly interjected, "Be careful that she's not the real person, she might have used Polyjuice Potion." Harry thought that what Ron said made sense, and his heart ached.

There was chuckling in the dark, and Harry noticed one of the big guys looking down at something.

"Don't be suspicious, boys." The tall student with the bowed head stood up and approached them, Harry gripping his wand, a size he usually only saw in Slytherin teams. If Ron hadn't just reminded him that Angelina might be a fake, he would have thought that the captains of the two teams had colluded.

In the darkness, the speaker's silhouette bent slightly and dropped something on the ground. Harry realized that it was a magic lamp, and the room lit up in the next second.

The bright soft light completely illuminates the small broomroom.

At this moment, Harry, Ron and Hermione finally got a glimpse of the whole house.

Counting them, there are eight people in total. There are three of them here...Harry unconsciously thought about how they would win once they made a move. Although it seemed that the other party did not show any hostility at the moment, Harry could be sure that the 'Angelina' in front of him was by no means the ball he was familiar with. team captain.

"I'm Tonks." 'Angelina' said, she closed her eyes and made a pensive expression, her face gradually changed into another look, and her hair turned pink.

Harry, Ron and Hermione opened their mouths.

"It's really you! Then, they—" Harry stammered.

Tonks seemed to be in a good mood, she pointed to the two people Harry felt familiar with and said, "This is Frank and Alice, you guys met before in the Order of the Phoenix, although now they have a different face... She pointed to the people in the corner again, "Alastor and Kingsley."

These people greeted them one after another.

"I'm sorry, I may have scared you." Alice Longbottom said, "But you are indeed very powerful." She pointed to the bruise on her wrist, and then wiped the wand on the scratched skin, and there immediately and healed.

Harry felt that what happened today was unbelievable, but he at least solved one doubt: the two people across the dining table during the day were the Longbottoms, and they were not looking at him, but at Neville next to him... Many questions arose, why did they appear in the school together and pretend to be students?

Hermione took a breath suddenly, and asked in a hissed voice, "Are you after Umbridge and Avery?"

Harry and Ron suddenly realized.

"Sharp girl," said the big student in a Slytherin green robe, Harry saw Professor Moody's shadow from his walking posture, the big student raised the paper in his hand, dense lines And black dots flashed by.

"The Marauder's Map?" said Harry in surprise.

"Did you recognize it? No wonder, I heard you have a similar one, the original—this one was from Felix," said Moody, his voice getting younger and without a smudge in his eye socket. A blue fake eye was rolling around, making Harry very uncomfortable to see, but the next second his intact, much younger eyes stared at them: "Little guys, you almost messed up the plan .”

The three immediately became tense.

"Don't scare them, Mad-Eye." Kingsley said with a smile. He still has a dark face and a lot of braids on his head. At first glance, he looks a bit like the Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan. But Harry knew he had always been bald.

Harry felt like he was at a masquerade ball.

Kingsley said gently: "We are indeed related to Umbridge and Avery when we go to school, but we also have other tasks."

"What's the mission?" Ron asked impatiently.

Kingsley shook his head slightly.

"Is Voldemort involved? Do you need help?" Harry tried to make suggestions based on what he had just heard in the abandoned girls' bathroom.

Kingsley winked at him.

"Okay, okay, there's plenty of time to catch up - let's get down to business first," said Moody, his eyes resting on Harry, Ron and Hermione, despite a completely Different faces, much more upright than Moody's, but they still felt pressure subconsciously.

"I saw it from the map, that ghost named Myrtle led you to the girls' bathroom, didn't it?" He waved the Marauder's Map on his hand, Harry, Ron and Hermione muttered Nodding his head. Moody snorted and paced back and forth in a small area, "It seems that your school life is colorful, but you really shouldn't disturb them."

"But they forced Malfoy into a contract—" said Hermione eagerly.

"Still an Unbreakable Vow!" said Ron, "That thing is deadly."

"Yeah, we can't just watch..." Harry murmured.

Moody stopped pacing, and everyone else showed surprised expressions.

"This is surprising," Moody said, glaring at them, still with suspicion on his face, "tell me what you know, and we will help analyze it. Granger, tell me." He called Hermione's name.

"Oh, yes, Professor Moody." Hermione was a little surprised.

Moody grinned silently, and Harry finally decided that it was scary enough on any face.

"I have been your professor for only half a year, but your thesis impressed me deeply. To be honest, I wish I had such an assistant when I was working, at least I don't have to worry about the report."

"Professor Haip probably thinks so too." Ron muttered softly.

"I also wrote some reports for you, Alastor." Tonks reminded kindly, "You gave me a normal score."

"Yeah," said Moody, "it's a wonder I didn't call you afterward."

"Well—" After talking and laughing, Hermione cleared her throat and began to describe their experience. "We came back from the library, it was about eight o'clock - and we met 'Crying Myrtle' on the way, and she told us-"

Hermione is done.

The people in the broom room did not speak for a while, each lost in thought. This made the three of Harry a little uncertain about their attitude, and Hermione asked softly, "That—did we do something wrong?" She thought of the 'plan' that Moody mentioned at the beginning, and worried that she would inadvertently sabotage .

"No, you've done a good job." Kingsley comforted her, "We locked Umbridge and Avery early on, but we also suspected that there were other insiders in the school, so we've been using maps for the past few days. Watching their movements, hoping to follow them, like tonight. But we can't get under their noses and find out what they said, let alone know that they forced students to make unbreakable oaths... It's you Saved the child."

"Young Death Eater," Moody said contemptuously.

"But they are also students in the school." Kingsley nodded and said.

"He might be a Death Eater too, like his father and uncle and aunt," Moody growled.

"You'd better make it clear that it's the aunt who married Lestrange," Tonks said happily, "to avoid accidental injury."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Moody said angrily.

Harry wanted to laugh a little. He thought of the 'pure-blood dilemma' that Sirius had mentioned to him. Interjected, "But at least that kid is not a Death Eater for now. If we work hard, he won't have the chance to inherit the 'family business'."

"I hope so." Moody's young face was a little less interested.

"Alastor is just talking, but in fact he is more principled than us." Kingsley comforted Harry, Ron and Hermione who were a little stunned: "He is in your position. Will make the same choice, so don't worry about it, you did a good thing today. I heard you and Malfoy are not on good terms? This is even more impressive, go back and get a good night's sleep—”

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the three of Harry turned their heads in horror, "Are there any others?"

"It might be Emmeline," Moody murmured, picking up his wand and motioning for the others to be quiet.

The door opened, and a girl with straw-colored hair and a round face walked in, carrying a cloth bag, "The food in the kitchen is much more abundant than I thought." She said happily, haha Leigh felt like he had seen this face somewhere, and he guessed it might be from a senior student like 'Angelina'.

"Well, you're here too? Want some?" asked Emmeline Vance, sharing food from her pockets with the others.

"No thanks," said Harry, and Ron and Hermione shook their heads too. "By the way," Harry turned to look at Tonks, "Where is the real Angelina?"

"Of course she's in her dormitory now," Tonks took a bite of the pie in his hand and said, "I made an agreement with her that when she thinks about the game plan by herself, I will borrow it temporarily." Her identity, you know, I am Disguise Mags. Others rely on Polyjuice Potion to transform, Alastor, Frank and Alice use ordinary people's hair, anyway, the school is so big, no one can guarantee Know everyone... Emmeline has a relative in school. Usually the two of us gather information outside."

Harry nodded, and Emmeline turned around and came to him again, holding up her pockets, while Ron and Hermione held a piece of chocolate sponge cake in their hands, and smiled at him mischievously.

"I made up my homework all night, and I'm a little hungry." Ron whispered.

"Have a little, I asked the house-elf in the kitchen for some extra desserts," said Emmeline Vance kindly.

Harry's hospitality was hard to resist, so he picked up a deep-fried jam donut and ate it silently.

"Why are you back so late?" Moody asked.

Emeline Vance sighed, "There's a club in the kitchen, and they share cooking tips with the house-elves. It's a lot of fun. I managed to catch a single one and ask him to help. ...It's so fresh, we didn't have such a thing at that time."

"Well, can I ask a question?" Ron asked.

Several people looked at him, and Kingsley smiled, "What do you want to ask? We will not disclose things that need to be kept secret."

"What are they doing at school—I mean Umbridge and Avery?"

"You should ask the mysterious people what they want to do, they can't help themselves. Sabotage, stealing things, sniffing out information... are all possible, but the possibility of sabotage is not high."

"Why do you say that?" Ron asked, wiping the cake crumbs from his mouth.

Several people glanced at each other, and Frank Longbottom answered carefully: "Because the gain outweighs the loss. We judge—those two people should be one of the few undercover agents of the mysterious man in the Ministry of Magic. After all, we have the upper hand now. Not many people are willing to take refuge in the past. And it’s different from the last war—after the Anti-Thieves Waterfall, it’s impossible to use enchanting magic like the Imperius Curse. Principal Dumbledore also confirmed this.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione then looked down at their chance to eat, exchanging meaningful glances with each other. They probably knew Voldemort's purpose, the Horcrux... It's just that Harry was wondering, if Principal Dumbledore had a good Horcrux in his hand, why didn't he destroy it as soon as possible?

"Well, I want to ask a question too, can I?" Hermione asked.

"Okay, one question per person. Then you all go back to sleep obediently." Kingsley said in a coaxing tone.

"How long are you going to stay?" said Hermione. Harry looked up excitedly, and couldn't help applauding Hermione mentally at the same time.

"I can't stay for too long." Tonks said regretfully, "No matter what they plan to do, they have to act within the next few days. That's why they arranged for us to come in and keep a few more eyes on... Those who dragged down the Ministry of Magic will go back."

"Okay, enough talking," interrupted Moody, looking at Harry, "one last question."

Harry stuffed the last bit of fried **** into his mouth and asked in a mysterious way: "Professor Moody, do you see Professor Snape on the map? What is he doing? And Sirius ?” He added a guilty conscience.

"Snape's name is not on it, Felix said when he gave me the map, his name was erased." Moody said calmly, as if he didn't hear the targeted meaning in Harry's question . "As for Sirius, he was a little angry, thinking we didn't tell him immediately, now—" He lowered his head, staring at the Marauder's Map, "He's circling around in his office, probably thinking about something."

He clapped his hands, ending today's conversation.

"Children, I have to thank you for your noble behavior today, but you have to hurry back, because the lights outside are going to be turned off soon. Go back and keep it secret, you know a lot of inside information, because we regard you as our own , " Seeing that Harry wanted to answer, he waved his hand and continued: "It's not about juniors, it's about future companions and comrades-in-arms. I heard about the club you run these two days, the front-line lookout station... that's very Good."

"Remember, there is no end to catching dark wizards. There will be time in the future for you to flex your muscles. But not now."

Harry said somewhat disappointedly, "So we don't have to do anything?"

The question made Moody hesitate. He looked at Ron and Hermione who also looked expectant, and said: "If there is a riot in the school these two days, you can help maintain order. But it is very likely that you will pass by without feeling anything."

"Under the premise of not threatening your own safety." Kingsley added.

"Fine," said Harry. The three of them walked out of the broom closet.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Voldemort was walking down a long, dark underground passage lined with green torches, with Bellatrix Lestrange at his side.

"Master, can they succeed?" Bellatrix asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter whether they succeed or not." Voldemort said grimly. After so long, he has completely calmed down, but his desire for his Horcrux has grown with the passage of time.

Especially after his attempt to make a new Horcrux failed.

After the Battle of Hogsmeade, Voldemort realized that old man Dumbledore knew the secret of the Horcrux. Sooner or later, he will die in a few years. At that time, there will be only one Felix Haip left, and he firmly believes that at least he will not fail. It is even said that when the critical moment comes, it is not impossible to change one life for another. After all, he still has a Horcrux by his side, and he can continue to make Horcruxes.

But when he planned to make a new Horcrux with the death of Headmaster Ilvermorny, the violent tremor in his soul made his heart skip a beat, as if he would vanish into thin air in the next second.

Voldemort realized that he might not be able to split souls anymore.

The inability to split the soul means that new horcruxes cannot be made, which means that every horcrux that still exists is extremely important.

That is not one life, but countless lives.

Severus brought back mixed news - he didn't find the remains of the locket from Black's old house ~IndoMTL.com~ but the house-elf did survive, which suggests he thought The loyal servant really betrayed him and dealt him a fatal blow.

But combined with the information that Regulus Black was dead, he could probably guess that Regulus didn't have time to destroy the Horcrux, but exchanged his own life for that of the house elf.

He is confident enough in the magic trap he has set up.

"Stupid," he said through gritted teeth.

"Master?" Bellatrix looked at him puzzled.

Voldemort ignored her, and continued to walk in the eerie and deep corridor, going deeper and deeper into the ground, and faint rustling sounds could be heard from the end.

House-elves do have some tricks, and that's where he stumbled... But house-elves are too weak to destroy a Horcrux. If Severus hadn't recovered the locket from the old house, it probably fell into the hands of old man Dumbledore.

The whereabouts of the two horcruxes are unknown... Voldemort clenched his fists violently, his eyes flashed with a dangerous red light.

Just like Dumbledore knew Voldemort, Voldemort also thought he had seen through Dumbledore. He knew one thing: no matter whether the two Horcruxes are still there, he will definitely destroy them all before Dumbledore dies. ...

Voldemort took a deep breath. "Bella," he said softly, and Bellatrix looked up at him respectfully.

"Calling all the forces."

"But——"

Voldemort cast a cold glance at her, and she immediately fell silent.

For Voldemort, even if all the servants are dead, he will not feel bad, but the premise is that the death is worthwhile. And in his heart, if he could snag a few opponents a little bit and buy some time for his plan, they would be considered worthy of death.