Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 252: Warrior Collection
"Aren't you afraid that you will teach so seriously and create more opponents for the Dark Lord?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows and said, looking at Moody.
At this time, he had followed the man to his office, found a sofa at random, sat down, and started talking.
"No, no, no, even if they fit everything I advocate, they can't do that." Moody shook his finger and said in denial, "They are missing something."
"I think I know what you want to say." Malfoy buckled the table lightly with his fingers.
"It's possible for you, but you and I are on the same side, aren't they." Moody laughed triumphantly, then smiled, the muscles of his face began to deform again, and his eyes gradually accumulated The hatred of horror, matched with that big eyeball, is an indescribable horror.
"I asked you to come here for something else." Moody's rotten wood-like skin twitched a few times at this time, and his lips began to wriggle.
"Peter that stupid mouse! Let my father break free from the Imperius curse! He escaped from there! He is very likely to come to Dumbledore now. We must stop him before he finds the old man. , Otherwise the master's plan is all over!" Moody maintained a certain degree of self-sufficiency when he began to make a statement, and then he became more frantic, slapped the crumbling wooden table in front of him frantically, and seemed a little unreasonable.
"My friend, calm down." Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "It's not the most serious, isn't it? Anger will mess up our judgment." Malfoy suddenly bent down at this moment. , Reached out his hand, caught a small object that was almost swayed on the floor, and slowly pushed it back in front of Moody.
"You need to know, he must be very unclear now." Malfoy said lightly, "The pain of the Imperius Curse for a long time and the pain from time to time drill spells are enough to drive him crazy, don't they?"
"Of course." Moody calmed himself down at this time. "If he has been sane, now we should have been caught to Azkaban, but since he has escaped at this time, it will prove that he At least sometimes I can maintain a certain level of logical thinking!" Moody said pessimistically, the magic eye hanging in his eye sockets droopingly.
"His destination must be Hogwarts, and I must catch him." Moody's breathing began to rush, looking very nervous.
"No, I have to patrol now, first go to the forbidden forest... and then..." Moody said in a hoarse voice, then stood up from the chair, dragging his body towards Walked outside the door.
"Death lame, really troublesome." He looked at his wooden prosthetic leg in disgust, stamped on the ground a few times, and made a dull sound. Even though the imitation was almost seamless, he was still not used to it. A limping way of walking.
"That's right." The moment the wooden artificial leg crossed the threshold, Moody stopped his body, turned his head to reveal his crooked teeth and said, "Professor McGonagall asked me to inform you, tonight Go to the Quidditch stadium below at nine o'clock, and the referee will tell you about the third item."
"After you know the content of the game, remember to look around as much as possible. When you meet my father, immediately stop him. If necessary, killing him is also a good choice." Moody's tone became more and more at this time. He was calm, as if he was talking about killing an ant.
"I will." Malfoy nodded.
"If you want, just stay and rest for a while, heh, the last project, don't let the unimportant people break things." Moody muttered to himself and stepped out of the office.
Malfoy sat quietly in that chair for a while, playing with Moody’s little things boringly, then pulled out a piece of parchment from his sleeve and spread it out on the table. It was the map of the living point. He read it After the spell, black ink began to spread on the blank parchment, and finally took shape. The whole picture of Hogwarts was unobstructed, and the dense names turned into black dots, moving faster or slower on it.
The most amazing thing is that the two small black dots with the word Crouch on it are getting closer. "
"It's time to do it." Mar murmured, got up from his chair, and walked to the seven-locked box on the corner of the wall, tapping his index finger on it rhythmically. There was a regular dull sound.
Then he also walked out of this 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 about to go to Quidditch Stadium to listen to Bagman's explanation of the next venue.
"Of course, goodbye." Malfoy nodded and waved his hand at Pansy, naturally not talking about the facts he already knew.
He is now walking quickly along the road, across the field, and towards the Quidditch field.
The Quidditch stadium is no longer flat and smooth. It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here, these low walls are intricately stretched in all directions.
Malfoy should be the first warrior to come. After all, he still needs to show Mr. "Moody" a good look. It seems that he is very interested in Mr. Crouch who escaped.
Furong was the second warrior to come to the field, but after seeing Malfoy, she immediately hid behind a tree in embarrassment and leaned against her. She still didn't ease her mood to face the boy in front of her. Before, I was still cold because of resentment, but after that "active" revenge, Furong didn't know how to deal with it.
"Oh, the two warriors came really early, but we still have to wait until everyone is here before we announce the game. It's fair, isn't it?" Bagman paced towards the center of the court without rushing. He walked over, he wore a black suit today~IndoMTL.com~ Look, they are here. Bagman slapped his palm and said excitedly.
"Hello!" He waved his palm and greeted Krum and Harry happily.
"What do you think?" Bagman asked happily when Harry and Cedric climbed over the last low wall. "It's going well, isn't it? In another month, Hagrid will change them. Twenty feet tall. Don’t worry," he said with a smile, seeing the unpleasant expressions on Harry and Cedric’s faces, "As soon as the competition is over, your Quidditch course will be restored! Okay, I think You probably guess what we are going to do here, right?"
No one spoke for a while, and then--
"Labyrinth." Krum said gruffly.
"That's right!" Bagman said, "It's a maze. The third project is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Cup is placed in the center of the maze, and whoever can meet it first will get Full marks."
"We just need to go through the maze?" Fleur asked, shifting her gaze in the opposite direction of Malfoy as much as possible.