Vol 2 Chapter 536: Roll call

Fanlin went back to the hall alone.
The calming venue has become a little deserted, Dumbledore has removed those magic decorations, and Hogwarts Castle has restored its medieval dark style.
All the little wizards have left, and the heavy rain only wants people to hide in their own small spaces.
Or, go back and open a carnival party for the freshmen?
This is also quite an idea.
Gryffindor’s friends definitely did it, but when Percy was the prefect, such things were forbidden.
He will rush everyone back to bed as a prefect, a rigorous veteran cadre, just like Crouch, but a little blind.
Now there are only Dumbledore and Moody in the hall, fake Moody, but this identity has not yet been determined.
Fanlin walked slowly. He was thinking about what he should use to force Moody to reveal himself. Of course, this was only in front of him, and he could not be noticed yet.
Or, Fanlin was just a little bit more sturdy, crushed it directly, and controlled it with Imperius...
However, the fake Moody always went to see Voldemort. Although Voldemort was still weak, it was the Dark Lord after all, and Dumbledore had a headache.
Fanlin was not sure that his spell would work in front of Voldemort.
If discovered, then...
It seemed impossible for Dumbledore to let himself do this.
The two people on the professor's bench stopped talking, Dumbledore turned to look at Van Lin, and Moody...
Fanlin promised that through his magic eye, he was always under Moody's surveillance.
There is no doubt that this is also a tricky thing.
With the help of the magic eye, it is difficult for anyone to sneak attack on Moody's, unless it is a very clever visual deception.
So, how exactly was Moody's attacked, and Moody's hands...
Fanlin's gaze fell on Moody's staff.
It was like a dead wooden stick, but Fanlin didn't question the power of the staff.
Moody's blue magic eyes fell on Fanlin's body. In fact, Moody just turned around.
His staff stood quietly on the side, and then he limped two steps in Fanlin's direction.
Moody's voice was so hoarse that Fanlin couldn't tell whether it was true or not, but it didn't affect it.
The people who play Moody will not make such a low-level mistake. They must have been prepared for a very long time.
However, it seemed that Dumbledore hadn't noticed it yet.
"It's nice to meet you, Fanlin El. You are a celebrity. You can be seen everywhere in the newspapers these days."
"This is not a good thing, Professor Moody." Fanlin said, and he reached out and grasped Moody's seemingly deformed hand.
To be honest, Mad Eye Moody looks like those stitched monsters made by necromancers.
Fanlin has seen it in "Medieval Dark Witchcraft", but the combination of undead magic and corpses is really disgusting.
Naturally, there is no one among the current wizards to learn such magic, which is really bad.
"Ah, praise from the Daily Prophet," Moody said, "but this is also something to celebrate, and your battle that night...I'm so glad to see you here."
"Me too, Professor Moody." Fanlin said, "I didn't expect you to promise Dumbledore to come to Hogwarts to teach."
"I didn't expect this to be the case," Moody said. "However, it was just to help Albus busy. I left after Albus found the next Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."
"Probably just staying at Hogwarts for a year." Moody said in a summary.
This is the first time Fanlin has seen Moody smile. .
However, this looks very embarrassing.
You can't imagine a twisted smile squeezing out in front of you.
This scene is really scary.
The Stitcher opened its mouth, as if it was about to swallow you.
"Sorry, Alastor," Dumbledore said. "As you know, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is in short supply. If you can, I still hope you can stay and continue teaching."
"I'll think about it, Albus." Moody said quickly, his mouth very flexible.
"Thank you very much... Alastor." Dumbledore said, and he didn't continue with this topic right after that. It was unnecessary at all, at least he hadn't found Moody's identity yet.
There are only two explanations.
Otherwise, the enemy is hiding well, and the second point is that Fanlin was wrong, and Moody was not dropped...
"I'm sorry, Fanlin, but I have to interrupt your private break, but this matter must be told to you, that is about the Triwizard Tournament..."
"The champion is mine." Fanlin said confidently, "I hope to be able to participate in the competition, and I am very confident about it..."
"Oh, of course... of course, you can certainly break through my magical limits, and I don't think anyone in Hogwarts can beat you."
"So, why..."
"The demands made by Boothbarton and Durmstrang, you should be aware that they cannot allow you to participate in the game like this. Therefore, it is also a rule that you are banned from participating, because you are not old enough, but everyone knows this. It’s because of your ability, just like an adult bullying a child."
Same as before.
For the little wizard, Fanlin's strength is obviously very foul, and even ordinary adult wizards can't have it.
This is understandable.
If Fanlin is allowed to participate in the competition, then this three-Witch Fighting Contest will become no suspense~EbookFREE.me~ Even in those competitions occasionally there will be one or two people ahead, but the difference in strength It is impossible to avoid.
This will become a stage for Fanlin to fully demonstrate his strength. In this case, Bussbaton and Durmstrang would have no face at all.
"The idea of ​​the weak..." Moody said quickly, and he looked very unconcerned, which fits his image.
"Sorry, I must guarantee that you will not be able to participate in the competition. This is the premise of this Three Witch Fighting Contest. In order to reopen the Three Witch Fighting Contest, Hogwarts must make some concessions, and this is a bit wrong to you, but ..."
Dumbledore looked at Fanlin quietly, "You must promise me that you will not participate in the entire competition yourself, as a contestant."
"Personally?"
Fanlin was taken aback for a moment, this sentence, the space that can be used...
It seemed that Dumbledore was not very happy.