Vol 2 Chapter 370: Moody (modified, thanks to "I'm Really Not Rich 2nd Generation"...

"Barty Crouch Jr.." Allen determined the person's identity with certainty.
He used perception magic, and used little Crouch's information and Moody's hair that he had just obtained when searching.
The result that appeared on the light curtain was Moody who hurried from the hospital to his office.
So Moody is pretending to be little Crouch, it is no doubt.
As Little Crouch recovered his true face, the hair in Allen's ritual of discovery magic turned from golden to brown.
Barty Crouch Jr. and his father, Mr. Barty Crouch, look so alike.
It's just a different look. Mr. Crouch has a serious face, and this little Crouch has a stubborn enthusiasm in his hair.
He kicked away the artificial leg impatiently, cruel and crazy in his eyes, then he put his hand on the side of the box and jumped neatly to the bottom of the box.
Hearing the sound, Alastor Moody, the real crazy-eyed man who had been lying motionless on the ground, opened his eyes, his description was very embarrassing, and the black blood smeared almost half of his face.
He squinted and looked at Crouch's stray hair. "Have you been plucked?"
He laughed wildly and coughed violently.
Little Crouch was obviously irritated, and he strode towards Moody, who was curled up on the ground, and kicked it hard.
Moody uttered a vague curse, which made little Crouch's expression even more hideous.
He took out his wand and pointed it at Moody, "heart-cutting."
Moody gritted his teeth and lay there dead, enduring the pain of his whole body like a knife.
Little Crouch's eyes gradually became frantic, "heart-cutting."
Moody couldn't help groaning and making meaningless noises in his nose, and his body convulsed with extreme pain and restraint.
His fists were tightly clenched, and his pale nails and fingers were stained with red spots-but he was very famous in the seventies and successfully led all Aurors who became Death Eaters back on their way. The gold medal Auror, apparently this level of Heart Drilling Curse is not fatal to him for the time being, in fact, most of the injuries he has suffered are a direct reflection of this will.
"Alan Harris, when my master returns, I must let him hand you over to me, and then I will take all your nerves out and make you a puppet alive, unable to survive or die ."
"Alan Harris? Ha, ha ha, you can't even beat a Quidditch player, you still want to do something under Dumbledore's nose, I'm waiting for you to be executed by the Dementor!" Moody was hysterical Laughed loudly.
"Give up, there are too many Death Eaters under my master, and I will find a suitable helper."
Crouch cut his bones again, then ignored Moody, who was trembling with pain, and returned to the office from the box.
He picked up a curved wine bottle, took a big sip, and gradually, he became Moody's appearance again.
Allen got the answer he wanted, and dispelled the perception magic, and left the perception room.
In the lobby on the first floor, he unexpectedly saw his mother and sister.
They were talking excitedly around an old bronze trumpet phonograph.
"Mom, Daisy, why do you have this phonograph?" For a moment, Allen seemed to see the phonograph in the responsive room when he was studying "The Secret of the Soul".
"Hermione's parents appointed Dobby to be sent home as a gift. Daisy thought this phonograph was more suitable for this hall, so we moved in. It is said that it is still an antique in the Muggle world, made in France!" Morgan Le Fayy smiled. .
"The French EMI brass bell flower hand-cranked phonograph, produced in 1910, has a long history, but it is really beautiful!" Daisy likes this ancient feeling.
"Why don't we listen to its sound effects?" Allen picked up the black film next to it and placed it on the phonograph.
The melody of steel and softness flows out, and the violin leads the melody in a high-key and introverted manner, just like a woman stepping on a tango dance step, with noble steps and an attitude of arrogance, resisting and entangled in the dance partner.
"Tango music "porunacabeza", I listened to Professor Kerry Di Bubbaji in Muggle Studies when I was at Hogwarts." After Daisy finished speaking, she couldn't help humming to the music softly.
Allen flipped through the films, which contained a lot of jazz and tango music. It seemed that Hermione's dentist parents were still more affectionate.
"Maybe while my daughter is at Hogwarts school, she often hops to such a song at home with the music." Allen couldn't help but speculate slightly, "But it seems that Hermione doesn't have a brother after that. Sister?"
After calming down and enjoying a few songs, Allen greeted him, left the tower and returned to Hogwarts.
A feather letter suddenly appeared in front of him.
Allen opened the envelope and pulled out the Phoenix tail feathers from the letter.
"White Chocolate Wand." Other than that, there was nothing.
Allen understood at once, this was the password to enter the principal's office.
After checking the time, Allen walked directly to the principal's office.
"White Chocolate Magic Wand." After Allen finished speaking, the ugly stone beast guarding the principal's office jumped aside, and Allen jumped onto the automatic revolving escalator.
Alan held the brass door knocker in the shape of a lion and eagle head in his hand and opened the shiny oak door.
Those exquisite silverware were again placed on the slender-legged table, spinning quietly, spraying smoke. The portraits of the headmasters and heads of the past are all snoring in the frame, their heads lazily leaning back on the armchair or leaning against the portrait.
"Alan Harris, what brought you here? I want to thank you for rehabilitating my useless great-grandson and leaving hope for our Black family." Phineas was usually lazy. Behave, look seriously.
"You are polite, Sirius has already given me enough rewards." Allen responded politely, and did not lose courtesy because the other party was just a portrait~EbookFREE.me~The empty fireplace suddenly burst into beauty. A green flame, Dumbledore's tall figure emerged from the fire.
"Good evening, Allen. Maybe we need some custard biscuits and white chocolate wands." Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace and invited Allen to sit across from the principal's desk.
Allen watched the two foods fly to the long table, but had no appetite at all.
Alan looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, and Dumbledore looked calm as if he hadn't noticed Alan's probing eyes.
"Mr. Harris, the school manager has no right to punish the professor." Dumbledore commanded a shiny silver iron kettle to fly, and automatically poured two glasses of pumpkin juice for them.
"Just as a professor has no right to punish students physically." Allen picked up the pumpkin juice, sniffed it lightly, and took a sip.
"Let's stop talking about these meaningless things." Allen pinched a brown hair and placed it in front of Dumbledore.
"This is—" Dumbledore helped his glasses.
"Professor Moody's hair, or Barty Crouch Jr.'s hair." Alan looked at Dumbledore with a solemn expression. Obviously, the other party would not show this expression just because of a Death Eater. I thought of the deeper meaning contained therein.
"He got into the school for an obvious purpose, Harry." Allen stared at Dumbledore.
Those custard biscuits and chocolate bars were left behind.
"Do you know the curse that uses the blood of the enemy to resurrect?" Allen told the other party the answer directly through the question.
"Of course, he must want to use the Three Witches Tournament to get Harry out of my sight. He must want Harry to compete." Dumbledore folded his hands, supporting his chin.