Chapter 186: Man in wooden box

A few minutes later, they arrived at the office of the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The expression on Dumbledore’s face looked very cautious. He first stopped Jon and told Jon not to move; then he raised his wand and walked in first... After confirming the safety inside, he motioned to Jon to follow Go up.
Jon also followed into the office and saw a lot of weird stuff inside.
"Black Magic Detector, Detector, Mirror Mirror..." Dumbledore whispered, and at the same time he fell into thinking: "Where should I hide?"
Jon quickly found the big box with seven keyholes in a row... but he didn't think there was any need to remind him.
Soon, Dumbledore also turned his attention to the box.
"I think it should be here!" he whispered.
The elderberry's wand was lightly pointed at the box, and the first lock on the box was opened.
A large pile of books of all kinds of spells appeared inside.
Dumbledore closed the box again and opened the second lock with his wand control.
This time, it was a broken sight glass, quill pen and parchment.
Close the box again and unlock the third lock.
This time, what appeared was a silver cloak.
...
Every time a lock is opened, the space and content that appear in the box are completely different.
Dumbledore tried quite patiently...
Until the seventh lock was also opened... This time, the box was dark and nothing was seen.
"It seems we have to go down, Jon!" Dumbledore said.
After all, he jumped into the box and disappeared.
Jon didn't hesitate, and jumped into the box.
What appeared in the box was a small room... to be precise, it was a cellar-like basement.
There was a person locked in an iron cage... He was lying in the cage, completely in a coma.
This type of cage immediately gave Jon a bad association... But when he was held in secret for a year, it turned out to be an old man with a disabled body and gray hair. It was even more terrifying!
The real Alastor Moody was lying in the cage, he looked skinny, as if he was asleep... His wooden legs were missing, the eyelids of the magic eyes were empty, and the gray hair was missing a few strands.
"Poor Alastor!" Dumbledore sighed.
...
The two people carried the real Mad-Eye Moody from the cell in the box.
He is now lying on the bed in the Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"I have been under the Imperius Curse, the Stunning Curse, and I look weak!" Dumbledore said softly, "But it's still alive and there is no danger to life!"
The gray, fist-sized ugly bird suddenly appeared from there.
"Fox, go tell Poppy..." Dumbledore ordered to her: "Tell her there is another patient and ask her to prepare a more secretive ward; in ten minutes, the patient will be sent there."
Fox nodded and flapped her wings; she turned into a flame and disappeared.
Dumbledore put the cloak on Moody's body, covering him tightly; at the same time, he raised his wand and began to remove Moody's coma and Imperius.
Jon thought for a while, flipped through his pocket for a long time, and found a small bottle of bright red potion; at the same time, he did not forget to take out his notebook.
Mad Eye Moody's eyelids seemed to blink slightly.
The spell on him was lifted.
"Enervate!" Dumbledore said in a low voice.
At the same time, a warm red light hit Moody's chest.
Alastor Moody opened his eyes, his eyes were blank and he looked very weak.
"Oh, resuscitation potion!" Dumbledore suddenly saw the small bottle of bright red potion that Jon had placed next to the bed. He cried out in surprise, "Good job!"
He quickly opened the crystal bottle and handed it to Moody's mouth.
The weak mad-eyed man, like a hungry traveler in the desert, sucked the potion in it frantically, not forgetting to lick the mouth of the bottle.
Finally, he completely regained consciousness, although still very weak.
"Albus..." he said weakly.
Jon also took a few steps back with interest to prevent the excellent Auror from discovering his trace.
...
"Are you all right, my old friend?" Dumbledore asked concerned.
"It's worse than ever!" Aristo Moody struggled to get up from the bed and scanned the surroundings: "Where is the Xibei?"
He asked anxiously.
"Don't worry!" Dumbledore sat on the edge of the bed and patted him on the shoulder. "Tell me what happened?"
Strictly speaking, Mad Eye Moody does not have much memory of the past year.
However, he didn't rush and said everything he knew. Including how Crouch, Little Crouch and Peter made him open the door and knocked him down.
And after that, Little Crouch put Moody into custody; in the cell he used to detain the Death Eaters... In the days that followed, Little Crouch would come over every day and use the Imperius Curse to force him to tell the usual Some details of his; at the same time plucking his hair every day...
After saying all this, Mad-Eye Moody looked at Dumbledore again:
"Albus, how is that Xibei goods?"
"He is dead." Dumbledore said quietly, "Voldemort killed him."
"Voldemort, it's impossible..." Moody looked a little surprised.
"Nothing is impossible..." Dumbledore briefly told Moody about the death of Barty Crouch Jr., but he didn't mention the existence of Jon.
"So... he's dead..." Moody murmured, "And Voldemort is resurrected?"
Regarding Voldemort's resurrection ~EbookFREE.me~ Moody's expression did not seem too surprised. At least it was much better than Fudge before.
"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded and handed a notebook to Moody's.
"It's worth noting that Barty Crouch Jr. has very little contact with Voldemort; although he is loyal, he is not even a qualified Death Eater now. He doesn't even have the mark of the Dark Devil!" Lido said slowly.
Moody's weakened eyes shone with a ray of light... He said hurriedly: "Albus, apart from you and me... Who else knows that Barty Crouch Jr. is dead?"
"There is also a young friend, but he can be trusted!"
"Very good!" Mad-eyed Moody nodded, and a smile appeared on his hideous and weak face:
"That Xibei had disguised me for a year at Hogwarts... Now, it's my turn to disguise him!"