Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 255: Plan
Krum opened his eyes, his face blank. As soon as he saw Dumbledore, he struggled to stand up
"He hit me!" Krum reached out and covered his head, murmured, "That old lunatic hit me! I was looking at Potter where he went, and he hit me from behind. Up!"
"You lie down quietly for a while." Dumbledore said kindly, not taking Krum's words.
"What happened?" Professor McGonagall wore her tall peaked hat, dressed in an old style, dimly colored lady's gray robe and hurried to the scene, looking at Crewe who was lying on the ground. Hm, then frowned and asked.
"Minerva, you first go to Madam Pomfrey and ask her to make some potions to relieve the dizziness of the Stupefying Curse. Then go to Karkaroff and explain to him the situation. His students may suffer. When it comes to the attack, I still need to check for clues here, and I can't get out." Dumbledore said solemnly.
"Okay." Professor McGonagall nodded, did not ask much, and then left quickly. She also immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
Kakaroff hurriedly followed, wearing that smooth silver-white fur robe, his face pale and anxious.
"What's going on?" He saw Krum lying on the ground with Dumbledore and Harry guarding beside him, and exclaimed, "What's the matter?"
"I was beaten!" Krum said, then he sat up slowly, rubbing his head with his hands, "I heard that the man is called Crouch--that's... "
"Crouch hit you? Crouch hit you? The referee of the Triwizard Tournament hit you?"
"Igor--" Dumbledore wanted to speak, but Karkaroff straightened his body, tightening the fur robe wrapped around him, his face pale.
"Mrs. Maxim! Are you here too?" Karkaroff's voice rose loudly, appearing very deliberate, as if her presence made him more confident.
"Principal Dumbledore, I think it's not just Mr. Karkaroff, I also need a reasonable explanation." Mrs. Maxim shook the opal jewelry on her wrist, saying aggressively.
The situation seemed to spread faster than expected. Soon Busbarton's warrior, Fleur Delacour, also rushed to the scene, even though she was not with her principal at the time.
As for Malfoy, he also "don't know" from which channel he heard the news, and walked over slowly.
Dumbledore glanced in his direction seemingly inadvertently, then quickly straightened his eyes and stared at the other two principals.
"Look, all the warriors are here now. Of course, only in this way we foreigners are "qualified" to sing a diagonal show with you, right?" Karkaroff said weirdly.
"Calm down." Dumbledore said calmly.
"How do you want me to calm down!" Karkaroff said madly. Few people noticed a trace of anxiety and fear in his tone. He subconsciously grabbed one of his arms, there seemed to be something The exception is the same.
"I think Mr. Potter is probably not telling the truth. We may need to use something else to learn the truth." Snape suddenly appeared gloomy in Deng with his shiny black hair. Behind Blido, it was like a black cloud, and his deep eyes were constantly shining with malicious light, staring at Harry closely, and he couldn't help getting goose bumps all over his body.
Harry immediately thought of the "Veritaserum" that Snape had threatened him in class
"Severus." Dumbled coughed multiple times, his azure eyes flashing, and Snape shut his mouth with interest.
Snape's silence seemed to be more effective than Dumbledore's own dissuasion. Seeing Snape stopped, Karkaroff actually curbed his bad temper for an unprecedented time.
Everyone entangled here for a long time, perhaps knowing that it was useless to stop here, and finally left each, but while leaving, Karkaroff kept clamoring that Dumbledore must give him one. Confess.
"Thanks for your hard work, Alastor." As Moody and Dumbledore passed by, Dumbledore said in a very soft voice, as if talking to himself.
"It's kind of, but it's totally acceptable." Moody replied, the magic eye beating with joy, and he grinned, looking very satisfied.
Time to go back to when the last vacation just started.
"Albus, are there any new trends, or...what else are you looking for?" Moody pushed open the principal's office door and asked directly.
Professor Dumbledore’s Phoenix Fox perched on a golden perch by the door, the size of a swan, and its bright red and golden feathers dazzling. It shakes the long tail feathers
"Alastor, sit down." Dumbledore drew a chair from behind him and moved it in front of Moody.
It was a hot summer afternoon. The heat outside the house made people tired. Even Moody who had just entered through the door still had a few drops of sweat remaining on his forehead, and there was dust on his trouser legs, making him look dusty.
Moody threw his cane to the foot of the stool, made a rolling noise, and then sat down on the chair.
The horrible evil eye looked at Dumbledore indifferently, and Dumbledore was accustomed to it, reached out his hand, lifted a pot of tea on the table, and poured a cup. , Handed it to Moody.
"Thank you." Moody said, but the old man didn't seem to be interested in tasting tea. Instead, he only used him as a means to quench his thirst. The hot tea was poured into his apple and rolled a few times. Drink up.
"Well, can you tell me anything now? Dumbledore? If the communication between us is not very important, you usually use the patron saint to notify me, right?"
Moody returned the teacup to its place.
"In that case. Things that require you to talk to me in person, it must be very important."
Dumbledore groaned, his long silver-white beard drooping at the table, and he himself seemed to be hesitant, with his fingertips facing each other and placed on the table.
"This is not your style, Albus, I think I have enough capital to gain your trust, and enough ability to complete the tasks you gave me."
"I still trust you more than the Ministry of Magic, and now I am no longer affiliated with that bureaucratic mess, am I?"
Moody babbled endlessly.
"If you accept my commission, you may die." Dumbledore said blankly.
"Oh?" Moody's expression of astonishment lasted for a moment, and then the wrinkled face showed a wonderful expression, as if the magic eye was about to pop out of the eye socket.
He suddenly started clutching his stomach and laughed frantically, showing a row of crooked teeth, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke. Put one hand on the table, try to support yourself not to fall off the chair.
After maintaining this state for a while, Moody raised his head and put on a serious expression and said:
"Albus, do you think I am afraid of death? Your hesitation is only because of this?"
"I never doubted your courage." Dumbledore stood up from his chair, put his hands behind him, turned his back to Moody, and stared at the photo in front of him in a daze. The picture was Hogg. Photos of Watts's past principals. They are all asleep, their chests undulating gently
"No one can easily decide the life or death of a person, even himself." Dumbledore sighed slowly.
"I know, you know a lot of things I don't know, Albus, um... For example, letting go of that little mouse deliberately, you have your own considerations, and I will occasionally guess what you think. But they will not doubt your motives."
"Dying on the battlefield is the highest glory of an Auror." Moody said.
"If the accident happens according to my plan, you may die very humiliatingly." Dumbledore took a deep breath.
"Humiliation is humiliation, as long as it is useful, I don't feel it anyway, don't I?" Moody began to laugh again.
"Albus, I hope you can trust me as much as I trust you." Moody's laughter gradually stopped, and the beating magic eye returned to the calmness of silence.
Dumbledore turned around in silence and walked to the wall behind the table. A shabby, patched sorting hat was placed on the shelf. In the lower right corner of the shelf, there was a glass box, empty inside. It was empty and left nothing, but it reflected the brilliance of silver. On the opposite side of the glass box was an inconspicuous small black cabinet, the door of which was hidden, and the light was revealed from it.
Dumbledore bent down and opened the cabinet, then took an object out of it and placed it on the table. .
This is a shallow stone basin. The mouth of the basin is carved with strange shapes. Runes and symbols are carved on the edge of the basin. It is very mysterious. The basin is shining with silver brilliance, and the bright source picture is bright. Silver, but it is constantly flowing, rippling like a water surface in the breeze, and it spreads and spins softly like a cloud. It is like light that has turned into a liquid-and it is like wind that has become solid.
Moody picked up his cane, stomped his wooden legs, dragged his body to Dumbledore's side, and looked at the object.
"I can't see through this thing." After examining it carefully, Moody shook his head helplessly.
His magic eyes seemed to be ineffective in front of this thing. The indefinite silver substance made him dizzy. He wanted to try his best to capture something deeper, but found that it was futile.
"This silver substance is thought and memory, Alastor. Dumbledore explained. Then he took out his wand and stirred it in the basin. The surface of the silver object spun quickly. Presents a spiral upward appearance.
"Put your head in and take a look, Alastor." Dumbledore said, and Moody put his head in when he heard the word, and the glassy substance stopped at the tip of his nose.
Moody stretched out his head again, and felt the sky spinning around, falling in a piece of cold and dark material, as if being sucked into a black whirlpool——
After a while, Moody's head slowly lifted from it.
There was no joy or anger on his face, and he asked: "Is this your memory? Albus?"
He muttered to himself: "I still have some impression of this trial. My father is a majestic and impartial Ministry of Magic official, but his son has turned to a notorious and mysterious man. It's really ironic. The son died in Azkaban? Then his wife seems to have passed away because of excessive grief, right"
"It's really pathetic." Moody shook his head regretfully, "That Crouch should be considered a boss to my appetite."
"Show me what does this mean, Albus?"
"If I said Little Crouch was not dead, what would you think?"
Whether it was the magic eye or the ordinary eyeball, it was immediately enlarged, and the brows were immediately frowned.
Dumbledore went on to say: "Everything you have received just now is the memory in my mind. This is called the meditation basin. Sometimes I think there are too many thoughts and memories in my mind, and I will Excess thoughts are sucked out of the brain, poured into this basin, and take a good look when you have time."
"Interesting thing, the effect of obtaining the truth feels more effective than veritaserum. As for the sedentary mind, only the caster can know it. If this song can be promoted during the wizard's trial, it will be very good. The jury can also use what they see as the criterion of judgment." Professionalism made Moody's instant analysis of the basin in front of him.
"You must voluntarily draw out your thoughts." Dumbledore's words dispelled Moody's thoughts.
He can't expect the criminals to repent from the bottom of their hearts, right?
Dumbledore drew his wand from his robe and inserted the tip of the wand into his silver hair, close to his temple. When he pulled out the wand, there seemed to be some hair sticking to the tip of the wand, which was actually a small strand of silvery white substance like the one in the basin. Dumbledore added this new idea to the basin.
"This is the process of adding memory, Alastor."
"I’m not interested in these anymore, let’s get down to business, Albus, what do you want me to do? Capture the surviving little Crouch? Since he is not dead, he will definitely choose Azkaban, it is estimated that he found some other way to escape." Moody asked anxiously, his patience is almost gone.
But impatiently, he had no doubt about Dumbledore's words.
"He escaped." Dumbledore nodded.
"Where is he? Any clues?" Moody asked.
"You just need to wait at home." Dumbledore's eyes flashed.
"He will throw himself into the net? Turn himself in?" Moody asked incredulously.
"Of course not? I learned from some sources that he might attack you and then use the Imperius Curse to make you confess a lot of things."
"Oh, I don't believe that a little fur boy can beat me." Moody said disdainfully, in his opinion, this is not a threat.
"If it is a sneak attack, it is not impossible, and he may still have a helper."
"That won't happen now. I have a high level of alertness, and I will be more careful all the time." Moody said.
"But what I want you to do is not to arrest him, but..." Dumbledore extended the topic, and then every time he said a word, Moody's expression became heavier and heavier. The demon eye, which was only spinning, fell silent, and shrank back into the socket of the eye socket.
Moody groaned.
"If you are not Dumbledore, I really suspect that you are a lunatic."
"But, you shouldn't be a fake now." Moody's index finger rubbed the center of his eyebrows, then slipped to the corner of his magic eye and continued to massage.
"What am I going to do?" Moody asked in a hoarse voice.
Dumbledore's azure blue eyes floated to the meditation basin in front of him at this moment, constantly looking at him.
"First of all~IndoMTL.com~Today our conversation, as well as the memory of some previous events, maybe you have to store it with me for a while, Alastor, this can avoid the Imperius Curse to set out redundant information ."
"Then, I will give you some hypnosis. The hypnotized person will believe that certain falsehoods are true. Before that, we only need to deceive ourselves first, and that can deceive the enemy."
"I studied some Muggle hypnotism and verified the effect. It was very good. I couldn’t notice my true thoughts when I faced myself in the mirror, because I convinced myself. , I do think so."
"But there are still some uncontrollable risk factors." Dumbledore fell into complete silence after saying this.
Obviously, he has to leave this decision to Moody's.
"What's worth hesitating about this?" Moody laughed, then immediately raised his wand and pointed it at his bulging temple. Then the tip of the wand brought out a long silver thread-like memory. It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke, gleaming silver on the tip of the stick.
"Is that the first step?" the man said without hesitation.