Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 134: Registration
"Crazy-eyed Moody, I think we need to talk about it now. [No Pop-up Novel Network]" Lupin's hoarse voice came from the back seat.
A dilapidated classic car galloped on a wide highway, leaving behind a trail of smoke and the roar of the engine. The driver is Mad-Eye Moody, who is stepping on his artificial leg clutch.
Lupin and Sirius are now tied to the back seat, with their hands tied tightly and their feet tied below the corresponding front seat.
"Shut up." Moody turned his head halfway and yelled at Lupin, who had just woke up. The blue magic eye was still staring forward and watching the road.
"It's useless, Remus." Black coughed slightly, and he woke up now, too.
"They are all running dogs of the Ministry of Magic. It is impossible for Fudge to believe our words. He can't, nor dare." Sirius spit out the window, his sunken eyes staring at Moody in front of him.
"Hahahaha." Moody laughed mockingly when he heard the words, and turned his head completely to concentrate on driving his car.
"You don't seem to know your current situation very well." Moody suddenly turned the steering wheel, took a right turn, and avoided a roaring truck.
"You are suspects now, and you are not qualified to yell at me." Moody said, opening the left-hand car window with his hand, and letting in a bit of violent wind.
"I just want to clarify what I know. Even if you work for the Ministry of Magic, I still believe in your inner persistence. You are not only loyal to magic steps, but the justice in your heart." Lupin Said in a weak voice.
"Compliments are useless to me. The crime will eventually be judged. The justice in my heart is to arrest the suspect." Moody's rough voice echoed in the narrow car again.
"Muggle transportation is excitement." Lupin saw through the rearview mirror that Moody was grinning and showing his yellow teeth, smiling freely.
The strong wind fluttered his gray hair.
"Heh." Black smiled silently, and it wouldn't be a shame to be planted in this man's hands.
"It's still a pity that I couldn't talk to James' son." Black's heart was unusually calm at this time, but he was slightly sorry.
"Cyclops, the dementors of Azkaban are gone now, where do you want to take us? Also, until just now, the guy next to me has been controlled by my Imperius C Yes, what happened just now has nothing to do with him." Sirius said half jokingly and half contemptuously, his trapped feet squirming and kicking Moody who was driving in the front seat.
If Lupin can move his hands at this time, one hand will definitely come to hold his forehead to indicate his inner collapse, and the other will be used to cover Sirius' mouth.
"You seem to be really stupid after being there for twelve years." Lupin said tiredly. At this moment, he could only roll his eyes to express his attitude towards Sirius' childish behavior. Such childish behavior is only He can only do it when facing old friends.
In front of others, calling such a nickname and telling such obvious lies, Lupin estimated that Sirius had been in Azkaban for so many years, and he had forgotten even the basic communication politeness.
Well, it turned out to be this way, arrogant and arrogant.
But why am I so happy now? Lupin couldn't help but smile again.
Maybe being with an old friend is to feel at ease inexplicably.
"I really don't want to accept this job." Moody looked at them through the rearview mirror, muttering.
"Sit down." Moody reminded, "Even criminals have human rights, and I have to send you safely to where you should go." Then his right foot slammed heavily on it. The engine roared louder when the accelerator was turned on, and the whole car began to shake frantically. The parts in the car seemed to fall apart at any time, and then the strong driving force took effect. Lupin even suspected that the car would be at any time. Scrapped, because the extent of their shaking is too serious.
"Damn it, why are there so many Muggle cars." Moody patted the steering wheel with his hand, cursed, and kept urging the car in front to drive away.
They have reached the center of London, and now the intersection is at a red light.
"This is not the way of Azkaban. I remember the last time I went by boat." Sirius Black looked at the hustle and bustle of the bustling city through a transparent window. Crowded.
"You talk too much." Moody said.
After that, the car was completely silent, leaving only the sound of parts shaking.
Finally, this classic car parked on a street. The walls on both sides were painted in a mess. The surrounding buildings were all dilapidated. There was also a bar left in front of the door. Few customers were willing to come here. Drinking in a messy environment.
"Don't think about making small moves." Moody warned, then opened the door of the car and walked towards a dilapidated red telephone booth.
Moody dialed the number 62442 in the phone booth (from the letters on the phone number dial means magic), and then a witch’s voice came out of the air. After Moody’s explained his intention, the phone spit out a few silver pieces. card.
"This old guy, would you like to invite us to drink?" Black still said in an indifferent tone. He only saw Moody walking towards the tavern, but didn't see the movement behind him.
"Let's think about how to appeal better. Professor Dumbledore will help us." Lupin still remained calm.
"Get out of the car, to the place." Moody returned quickly, interrupting their speech, and with a "click", opened the door of the back seat and let them get out of the car.
Then the three of them got into the phone booth head-on, and the phone booth began to descend like an elevator. After about a minute, they arrived at the entrance hall.
"The Ministry of Magic?" Lupin said questioningly, looking at everything around the hall.
This is a long hall with magnificent splendor, and the floor is brightly polished dark wooden floor. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.
"When will prisoners be locked up here? Or is Azkaban already full?" Blake still maintained his unremitting expression, expressing his own opinions.
People around after seeing Moody nodded politely to him, and then walked away quickly.
Respected and scary at the same time.
This is Moody's position in the Ministry of Magic, even though he has been retired for many years.
Well, the main reason is that his eyes are so scary.
Moody walked quickly with the two of them. Lupin and Sirius could only move their bodies forward, which was funny because of their feet being restrained.
They then walked into an elevator again, and after a while, they walked out again. Two heavy oak doors blocked them directly in front of them. Moody stretched out his wand and tapped it, muttering words, and the door was closed. It opened naturally.
Then a few people saw a dilapidated, dimly lit corridor.
"Go in." Moody walked to a silver-white door with a sign on it that read: Misuse of the Department of Magic is prohibited. Without knocking, he pushed the door open and creaked. The sound.
"Your mission is here." Moody said.
A tall man with sturdy arms is leaning over the table. People who don’t understand thought he was sleeping lazily, but in fact he was consulting the archives. He heard Moody’s voice and raised his head. He pushed his thick glasses.
"Fill in the form." The man found two blank documents from the pile of documents overflowing under his feet, and said, passing the two forms.
"Oh, no, you and I are impressed. Last time Dumbledore brought you here." The man looked at Lupin and shook his head, then took another one.
"The **** is lifted." Moody's wand touched the rope that bound the two, and the rope retracted as if it were spiritual.
"I want to see what you are going to do." Sirius Black was fearless, so he found a place to sit down, picked up a quill pen and started writing on the watch. Up.
"This is yours~IndoMTL.com~The man found a new form and handed it to Lupin.
About two minutes later, Lupin and Sirius finished their work of filling out the form and handed it back to the man in charge of the work. After the man poked a chapter on it, he reached out and handed it to Moody.
Moody's magic eye and normal eye looked at the two lists several times and then said--
"Very well, you are free."
Then Moody was about to push the door and leave. He stopped when the artificial leg had already stepped out of the door.
"Let me say again, I am not a running dog of the Ministry of Magic. I think that boy Fudge has been unhappy for a long time." Moody's hoarse voice sounded.
Then there was a "tuk tuk" sound from the walking stick touching the ground in the quiet corridor, and finally his limping back disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Lupin and Black were left looking at each other.
Sirius Black seemed to be aware of something, and hurriedly picked up the form again, only to see that the top of the form was written in bold boldface: "Animagus registration form"