Chapter 189: Conversation and trading

"Are you too radical? Mr. Moody, or—Mr. Crouch?" In Moody's office, Malfoy put his hands on Moody's old desk with a low voice, he His gray eyes unkindly met Moody's magic eyes and questioned the man in front of him, as if the two's identities were not teachers or students at all.
"I just took a lesson that I should take." Moody sat on the chair and said slowly, "This is the behavior that "he" will do. A sense of justice but yet another People who are not pedantic," he added.
"Relax, my dear partner, I will not be exposed. My disguise is perfect. Under the power of the Soul Curse, the old man has already said everything. I clearly understand his daily behavior, every detail. I didn’t let it go, he used to use his curved wine bottle, his tone of speech, etc. I spent a lot of time to imitate it. You can see from Dumbledore’s behavior. I have become his former comrade." Moody said proudly. "When I took over, I felt his unprepared hug at that time. I really wanted to..."
"Then I might be able to collect the corpse for you, and then the master's plan is over, and you are also a sinner." Malfoy said coldly.
"Don't say that, we have to think in a good direction." Moody said in a "comfort", "Master's plan is of course the highest priority, but you have to understand me, undercover in this school is still very hard , Just kidding."
Moody was playing with the small object in his hand with one hand at this time. He was not as nervous as he said, and was immersed in the emotion of similar enjoyment. From the current definition, this should be his booty. He Replaced the poor old man and got everything for him.
"We need to be low-key, know?" Malfoy said solemnly.
"It happened to be the opposite." Moody raised an eyebrow. "We need to be as high-profile as possible to attract everyone's attention, so that we can have the opportunity to realize our plan. We want to take the savior's limelight and let everyone see. Put it on us so he won’t get too much attention."
"Dumbledore is not a fool!" Malfoy stared at Moody.
"But he was a person first, and as long as he was a person, he would make mistakes." Moody's crazy eyes turned again, as if to symbolize his thinking of flying.
"He is not a mediocre, if someone who can fight against his master is a mediocre, it will be an insult to the master, but he can’t understand everything. His thinking will always be limited. He can never think of a person who has already died. People who have been around for many years will change and become his old friends. In addition, if I show some stage fright, maybe it will cause him suspicion, right?"
"Uh, sorry, it looks like I have to get some medicine." Moody said suddenly, then hurriedly limped to the corner of the office, where two metal 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 box. There was a dull metal shaking.
There are seven locks on it. Obviously, the real Moody should be inside.
"Of course, I also have to say that the compound decoction is really not good, there is a smell of insects." Moody said a little disgusted, but still opened the stopper to endure uncomfortable drinking, the throat knot kept scroll.
"How long has this old guy shampooed?" He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then frowned in disgust, but then stretched it quickly. "Of course, I can accept these costs, this guy's body It’s still good, although it’s a bit old, it’s a bit old, and there are few good parts on the body, but this eye is really easy to use. Seeing almost everything is false, there is almost no illusion in the eyes. It’s really wonderful. Taste." Moody said intoxicated.
"How about it, do you want some?" Moody raised the brown bottle high and asked tentatively, as if to hand it to Malfoy.
"I don't have the habit of kissing old men indirectly, and I don't want to be blind or lame." Malfoy refused coldly.
"Then you really hurt the heart of your colleagues." Moody said regretfully, and then changed his head: "But in this way, my sacrifice is quite big."
"That's also for greater benefits." Malfoy replied with what Moody said in class.
"Of course, for the greater benefit, for the master's return, I have no turning back." Moody nodded.
"Have you figured out how to break through the magic set by Dumbledore?" Moody suddenly asked, deciding not to talk about that topic, and began to think, "In order to attract his attention, you must behave in the game. Dazzling enough."
"You still have to worry about other things, such as how do you make the savior live smoothly into the last game." Malfoy
"Yes, I am very confident of you." Moody put on a smile at this time, "Of course, in order to make you perform more prominently, I will help you properly."
"Ludo Bagman has been completely bought by me." Malfoy said lightly.
"That's really funny." Moody's expression was surprised, and then he snapped his fingers, revealing a complex smile.
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Obviously, the unrestricted age requirement of the Goblet of Fire excited the younger students. They began to do their best to hope to break through the defense line set by Dumbledore.
Of course, they are now limited to guessing what Dumbledore’s magic will be, because in order to reflect the fairness of the screening moment, the process of putting their own name in the Goblet of Fire must wait for the teachers and students of Demstrand and Boothparton It can only be held after coming to Hogwarts.
One morning, the four long tables were still full of this type of discussion.
Ravenclaw’s students have even begun to analyze what kind of spells Dumbledore might use to stop them, most Hufflepuff students are guessing who will be their college representative, and Slytherin students It was to discuss how to bypass Dumbledore's test. As for Gryffindor, the most thought was a positive breakthrough.
"Oh, naive children, is Dumbledore's ability reduced to such a degree in people's eyes now?" A rugged voice inserted stiffly.
"Hello, Professor Moody!" The people around the table immediately stood up and said respectfully.
Moody won the respect of almost all students through only one or two lessons, not only because of his high teaching level, but also because of his previous identity, but also because of him, the students knew the wizards who were fighting on the front line. How dangerous is it that you usually face so many evil curses.
"I don't want to disturb you for dinner," Moody said.
"We just made a joke just now." The twin brothers lowered their heads at this time and said that they just spoke a little loudly, still thinking if they could break through and use their experience to earn some gold.
Such as making a "badge" or something, after wearing it, the magic of Dumbledore will be unimpeded, and it is no wonder that Moody will disdain after hearing it.
"I think so, I heard that the two of you usually like mischief, and Professor McGonagall often has a headache for it." Moody paused, then continued: "Of course, you still look honest in my class. "Moody's eyes quivered slightly in the eye 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 bit different from Lupin's, but equally excellent.
It even says that in some ways this unsmiling man is more successful than Lupin in the profession of a teacher.
This man successfully stimulated the students' enthusiasm for learning-from a "man" perspective, he made them feel what it means to be responsible and bear.
They also benefited a lot from the lesson against the Soul Capture.
A day of classes is over in an instant, and an ordinary day is about to pass.
"Isn't this Mr. Malfoy who helped them win the Quidditch championship last year? What? The map we gave you last time was not working? Or did you have anything else to do with us?" Fred was angry. In other words, he is still deeply concerned about the loss of their Quidditch match last year.
At this time, the twins of Malfoy and Weasley were standing by a passage on the fourth floor of the castle. The former stopped the two behind
"What are you doing me! George!" Fred suddenly twisted his body and thumped his right hand hard toward the ground.
"Don't you want to realize our dream? It's better to hear what he is looking for us to do." George lowered his voice.
"How could I not want to!" Fred said anxiously, and he felt a little annoyed when he mentioned this. They didn't know who was exposed to their mother about their gambling, and all the big income was returned to her. Said that it would be used to subsidize households, and also found a reason that their o..Ls results were not satisfactory.
They clearly guessed the process perfectly, but the ending was too unexpected.
Now that they are in the fifth grade, it is time to consider the future.
In a few years, they will step into the wizarding society. Let’s see, their brother Percy, how ridiculous things they do for their promotion, what kind of crucible penetration, and such boring things. All made him laborious.
The Weasley family has the least sense of humor, it is none other than him.
And if the two of them don’t want to repeat their brother’s mistakes, they should plan for the future now. In order to have a colorful life in the future and not be bound, they must get the first pot of gold.
Even said that they hope to participate in the top three competition for a large part of the reason is because of the 1,000 gold Jialong bonus.
"Uh... if you give up this opportunity because of this, I think you regret it." Malfoy said with a smile.
"You are a good partner." George nodded and said with approval.
"Then I will just say that I need a large number of invisible clothes. Of course, it is not the kind of crude manufacture on the market. I have some special requirements. I believe in your research ability. In addition, I need another one that can be changed. Mask-like magic items like yourself..."
"What are you going to do with that thing? Or in large quantities, with the last mask required?" 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 very determined. He had every reason to think about what Malfoy had found them to do with the Goblet of Fire.
"It seems that your news is really well informed. Do you already know what to compare?" George said in amazement. The brothers sang a harmony and already had a lot of stuff to fill.
After all, this is currently the most popular thing.
And Malfoy did not deny that this was exactly the effect he wanted.
"For the time being, you think so, but I think if you take this list, the Goblet of Fire should not be able to participate. I will not think that you can participate in the competition while ensuring the quality of the goods I need." Mar Fu reminded.
"I understand, you are squeezing out competitors." Fred said narrowly, of course, this is just his joke, he clearly understands that the student in front of him two grades lower than them does not need to use this method ~EbookFREE.me~ So are you willing to accept the temptation of Jin Jialong I paid? Malfoy asked.
"It's a wonderful thing to succumb to Jin Jialong. To be honest, I actually don't have any expectations of being selected," George shrugged.
"Secondary!" Fred said afterwards, and his mood was much better at this time, and the bitterness of the Quidditch Cup disappeared in a blink of an eye.
After all, the Slytherin team also used the rules reasonably, and beat them upright.
At the same time, not far from where the three were discussing, Harry was sitting on a table in Gryffindor's lounge, and leaned over and wrote:
Dear Sirius:
Last time we had a good time at the Quidditch World Cup. I have arrived at the school safely now, you don’t have to worry about me.
We changed two new teachers, Black Magic Defense Class and Magical Creature Protection Class. They are very good, especially Professor Moody. I think he is quite competent. By the way, you think I will be an arrogant when I grow up. How about Luo? I think this profession may be quite suitable for me.
By the way, our Quidditch game will be closed this year, this is what Professor Dumbledore said, but this is not without reason. According to him, we have a more important event-the Triwizard Tournament, I want to participate , Do you support me? To be honest, I really hope to be able to participate in the competition, will you come to watch then?
Harry wrote a letter to be sent to his godfather. He was talking about trivia in the letter, and was still struggling to tell Sirius if he had a scar or pain.
After thinking about it, he decided to give up. It was better to ask him in person.
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