Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 189: Talk and transaction
"Are you too radical? Mr. Moody, or-Mr. Crouch?" In Moody's office, Malfoy put his hands on Moody's old desk, with a tone of voice. Deep, his gray eyes looked at Moody's magic eyes unceremoniously, questioning the man in front of him, as if they were not teachers and students at all.
"I was just taking a class that I should have taken as normal." Moody sat in a chair and said slowly, "This is the behavior that "he" can do. A rich justice. People who are sensible but not pedantic." He added.
"Relax, my dear partner, I will not be exposed. My disguise is perfect. Under the power of the Imperius curse, the old man has said everything. I clearly understand his daily behavior. I haven’t let go of any details of Dumbledore. He is used to using his curved wine bottle, his voice, etc. I have spent a lot of time to imitate it. You can see Dumbledore’s actions. He really regarded me as his former comrade-in-arms." Moody said proudly. "When I took over, I felt his unsuspecting hug at that time, I really want to..."
"Then I might be able to collect the body for you, and then the master's plan will be over. You are also a sinner." Malfoy said coldly.
"Don’t say that, we have to think in a good direction." Moody’s "reassurance" said, "Of course the master’s plan is the first priority, but you have to understand me. Quite hard, just kidding."
At this time, Moody was playing with the little object in his hand with one hand. He was not as nervous as he said, and was immersed in emotions similar to enjoyment. From the current definition, this should be his Trophy, he replaced the poor old man and got everything he had.
"We need to keep a low profile, you know?" Malfoy said solemnly.
"On the contrary." Moody raised an eyebrow. "We need to be as high-profile as possible and attract everyone's attention so that we have a chance to realize our plan. We have to take the limelight from the savior and let Everyone puts their eyes on us so that he will not receive too much attention."
"Dumbledore is not a fool!" Malfoy stared at Moody.
"But he was a person at first, and as long as he was a person, he would make mistakes." Moody's magic eyes began to spin wildly again, which seemed to symbolize his thinking that he was flying.
"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 also cannot understand everything. His thinking will always have limitations, and he will never think of it. A person who has been dead for many years will change and become his old friend. Besides, if I show some stage fright, maybe it will arouse his suspicion, right?"
"Uh, sorry, it looks like I have to make up some medicine." Moody said suddenly, and then limped over to 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-it was a brown glass bottle filled with liquid, and the wooden prosthetic leg that replaced the bad leg kicked the other one by the way. The box kicked, and there was a dull metal shaking sound.
There are seven locks on it. Obviously, what's inside should be the real Moody.
"Of course, I also have to say that the compound decoction is really not good, it smells like bugs." Moody said disgustingly, but he opened the cork and resisted the discomfort and drank it. Keep scrolling.
"How long has this old guy not washed his hair?" He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then frowned in disgust, but quickly stretched out, "Of course, I can still accept these prices. The guy’s body is still good. Although he’s a little older, he’s a little older, and he doesn’t have a few good parts on his body, but this eye is indeed very useful. It can see through almost all the falsehoods, and there is almost no illusion wherever he looks. It's a wonderful taste." Moody said intoxicated.
"How about it, do you want something?" Moody raised the brown bottle up and asked tentatively, as if he was going to hand it to Malfoy.
"I don't have the habit of indirect kissing with old men, and I don't want to be blind and lame." Malfoy refused coldly.
"Then you really broke the heart of your colleague." Moody said regretfully, and then the conversation changed: "But then, my sacrifice is still quite large."
"That's also for the greater good." Malfoy replied with what Moody's said in class.
"Of course, for the greater good and for the return of the master, I have no hesitation." Moody nodded and said.
"Have you figured out how to break through the magic set by Dumbledore?" Moody asked suddenly, decided not to talk about that topic, and started thinking, "In order to attract his attention, you have to be in the game. Dazzling enough in Chinese."
"You should worry about other things, such as how do you make the savior alive and enter the final game." Malfoy
"Yes, I am very confident in you." Moody put on a smile at this time, "Of course, in order to make your performance more prominent, I will help you appropriately."
"Ludo Bagman has been completely bought by me." Malfoy said lightly.
"That's really funny." Moody gave a surprised look, then snapped his fingers and showed a complicated smile.
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Obviously, the unrestricted age limit of the Goblet of Fire made the younger students excited. They began to do their best to break through the line of defense set by Dumbledore.
Of course, they are now limited to guessing what Dumbledore’s magic will look like, because in order to reflect the fairness of the screening moment, the process of putting one’s name in the Goblet of Fire must wait until Durmstrand and Boothbatten Only after the teachers and students came to Hogwarts.
One morning, the four long dining tables were still filled with this type of discussion.
The students of Ravenclaw have even begun to analyze what kind of spell Dumbledore might use to stop them, and most of Hufflepuff’s students are guessing who will represent their college, Slytherin. The students of ”are discussing how to circumvent Dumbledore’s test. As for Gryffindor’s, what they think most is a positive breakthrough.
"Oh, innocent children, is Dumbledore's ability degenerate in people's eyes now?" A rough voice came in.
"Hello, Professor Moody!" The people around the table immediately stood up and said respectfully.
Moody's has won the respect of all students in just one or two classes, not only because of his high level of teaching, but also because of his previous identity. It is also because of him that the students know that the battle is in the first place. How dangerous the wizards of the line are, they usually face so many evil spells.
"I don't want to disturb you eating." Moody said.
"We were just making a joke just now." The twin brothers lowered their heads and said at this time. They were talking a little loudly. They were still thinking that if they could break through, they would use their experience to make some money. Long.
For example, making a "badge" or something, after wearing it, the magic facing Dumbledore will be unimpeded. It is no wonder that Moody will be a little disdainful after hearing it.
"I think so too. I heard that you two usually like pranks, and Professor McGonagall often has a headache for this." Moody paused, then continued: "Of course, in my class you still look more Honestly." Moody's eyes quivered slightly in his sockets.
"Of course!" Fred and George patted their chests proudly at the same time.
Harry on the side also looked at Moody with admiring eyes. This man's teaching method is a little different from Lupin's, but he is equally good.
It even said that in some respects, this unsmiling man was more successful than Lupin in his career as a teacher.
This man successfully aroused the students' enthusiasm for learning-from a "man" point of view, he made them feel what responsibility and tolerance are.
The lesson against the Imperius Curse also benefited them a lot.
The one-day course is over in an instant, and an ordinary day is about to pass.
"Isn't this Mr. Malfoy who spent money and helped their college win last year's Quidditch championship? What? The map we gave you last time didn't work well? Or did you ask us for something else?" Frey De grievously said that he was still brooding about their loss in the Quidditch match last year.
At this time, the Malfoy and Weasley twins were standing by an aisle on the fourth floor of the castle, and the former stopped the two behind.
"What are you doing with me! George!" Fred twisted his body suddenly and thumped his right hand to the ground.
"You don't want to realize our dream? It's better to listen to what he is looking for us." George lowered his voice.
"How could I not want to!" Fred said anxiously. He felt a little annoyed when he mentioned this. They didn't know who revealed their mother to know about their gambling, and all that big income went to the public. She said that it would be used to subsidize the family, and she also found a reason, saying that their o..Ls results were not satisfactory.
They clearly guessed the process perfectly, but the ending was far beyond their expectations.
Now that they are in fifth grade, it is time to think about the future.
In a few years, they will enter the wizarding society. Let’s take a look, how many ridiculous things their brother Boxi has done for his promotion, what kind of crucible penetration rate, etc. The boring things made him bother.
He is the least humorous person in the Weasley family.
And if the two of them don't want to repeat their brother's mistakes, then they should now plan for the future. In order to live a colorful and colorful life in the future, they must get the first pot of gold without being fettered.
Even saying that they want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament is also largely due to the bonus of the thousand dollars.
"Uh...If you give up this opportunity because of this, I think you will regret it." Malfoy said with a smile.
"You are a good partner." George nodded and said in approval.
"Then I’ll just say that I need a large quantity of invisibility cloaks. Of course, they are not shoddy ones on the market. I have some special requirements. I believe in your research ability. In addition, I also need one. A mask-like magic item that can change your appearance..."
"What do you want that thing for? Or a large quantity, and the last required mask?" the two brothers asked together.
"You can think about it for yourself." Malfoy hinted intentionally or unintentionally.
"Goblet of Fire?" Fred said tentatively, and then became extremely confident. He had every reason to think that Malfoy had asked them to do everything related to the Goblet of Fire.
"It seems that you are really well informed, do you already know what it compares to?" George exclaimed, and the two brothers had already made up a lot of things when they sang and played together.
After all, this is the hottest thing right now.
And Malfoy did not deny that this was exactly the effect he wanted.
"Just follow what you think, but I think if you take 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. ." Malfoy reminded.
"I see, you are squeezing out competitors." Fred said narrowly. Of course, this is just a joke. He clearly understands that the student who is two grades lower than them does not need to use it. This method~IndoMTL.com~ So are you willing to accept the temptation of Jin Jialong that I paid? "Malfoy asked.
"It was a wonderful thing to succumb to Jin Jialong. To be honest, I actually don't have any expectations for being selected," George shrugged.
"Second!" Fred continued, his mood improved a lot at this time, and the resentment caused by the Quidditch Cup disappeared in no time.
After all, the Slytherin team used the rules reasonably at the beginning and defeated them with integrity.
At the same time, not far from the place where the three of them were discussing, Harry was lying on a table in Gryffindor’s lounge and writing:
Dear Sirius:
Last time we had a great time at the Quidditch World Cup, I have now arrived at school safely, so don’t worry about me.
We have changed two new teachers, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Magical Creatures Protection, they are very good, especially Professor Moody, I think he is quite competent, by the way, you think I will grow up What about being an Auror? I think this profession may be quite suitable for me.
By the way, our Quidditch competition will be discontinued this year. This is what Professor Dumbledore said, but this is not for no reason. According to him, we have a more important event-Triwizard Tournament. I want to participate, do you support me? To be honest, I really hope to be able to participate in the competition. You will come to watch then?
Harry was writing a letter to be sent to his godfather. He was talking about some trivial things in the letter, and he was still struggling whether to tell Sirius about his scars and pain.
After thinking about it, he decided to give up. It's better to wait for this question to be asked in person.
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