Chapter 181: Li Daitao

The night sky above is dark. Only a little bit of stars, shiny.
Everyone on the Quidditch court, whether spectators, referees or players, their eyes were attracted by Harry Potter; at the same time they were shocked by the shocking news that Harry brought.
Almost no one noticed that as one of the referees, Aristo Moody, the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts, limped out of the maze at this moment.
Mad Eye Moody did not go to watch Harry Potter like everyone else, but went in the opposite direction.
He took advantage of no one to notice him and walked to the castle with weird steps.
...
The castle was almost empty. After all, almost all the students and teachers were on the Quidditch court to watch the finals of the Triwizard Tournament.
Mad-Eye Moody walked through the hall, up the stairs, and all the way up until he reached the eighth floor of the castle.
Administrator Argus Filch is wiping the windows here.
"Professor Moody!" he said respectfully; he had always respected the teacher and Filch.
"Good morning, Mr. Filch!" The crazy-eyed man seemed to be in a good mood. This cheerful expression was not common in the past, and it made his face look more hideous.
Just to say hello to Filch, Moody continued to walk towards Albus Dumbledore's office on the eighth floor, until he reached the ugly stone monster.
"Password?" Rarely, the stone monster did not neglect his duties, but seriously checked the visitors.
"Honey wine." Moody replied.
It was the correct password, so the stone monster gave way, and only looked around when Moody walked over.
...
In Professor Albus Dumbledore’s office, there was a murmur of conversation.
It was the wall full of portraits of old principals, men and women. Instead of snoring in their respective frames as before, they gathered in a portrait in the middle to discuss something.
"Don't be sad, Dalys!" Principal Chris Evra comforted a witch beside him.
"Hey, you said that brat, why did he die like this..." Phineas Black sighed, "I always feel that his life is hard."
"Maybe it's just a rumor, let's ask in detail when Dumbledore returns!" Principal Dexter Foster said in a low voice.
At this time, the office door was opened.
Mad-eyed Moody, with gray hair, limped in. The portraits of the principal thought Dumbledore was back, and they all looked in the direction of the door...
At first glance, it turned out to be just an ordinary teacher, and then looked away disappointed.
Moody walked to Dumbledore's desk, then he took a small bag from his arms.
Then he poured the contents of the bag little by little under a tall, gilded perch behind the door.
The black-gray dust looks like something left after burning.
"Hey, don't mess with things!" Phineas Black couldn't help but yelled, "There is a phoenix living there!"
"Yes." Moody's magic eyes turned to the back of his head, looked at Principal Black, and blinked gently at him. The hideous appearance shocked the principal who had lived for more than a hundred: "One Phoenix."
At this moment, there was a tremor in the ashes, and then a small, wrinkled chick poked its head out of the ashes and looked around.
Moody's scarred hand touched the chick lightly, and at the same time placed a few herbal leaves in front of her.
"Oh, my God!" Black looked surprised: "Isn't this the stupid bird? It actually died again..."
"Fox is not stupid at all!" Moody said casually: "She is smart!"
"I think I have more say than you in this respect!" Phineas Black couldn't help but sarcastically: "I watched this stupid bird grow up, and I also witnessed how much she was born again. Times..."
Moody ignored Phineas, but walked to Dumbledore's desk.
He first moved the silverware, books, and newspapers of Dumbledore on the table aside. Then he began to flip things from his pockets and put them in the empty spots on the table.
The first thing I took out was a map made of parchment.
"The prank is over!" Moody took his wand and tapped on the map, then whispered.
The handwriting on the map disappeared little by little, and soon it became like a piece of ordinary parchment.
Then there was a wand as long as a walking stick, and Moody threw it on the table.
Then there was a dense notebook for writing, and an empty curved wine bottle.
"What the are you doing?" Phineas Black asked curiously.
Moody continued to do strange things. He took off the prosthetic leg of his right leg and placed it next to Dumbledore's bench; finally he pulled out the magic eye and placed it on his desk.
The portrait of the principal on a wall is now staring at him curiously and surprised.
Staring intently at Asto Moody's torn face--
...
Yes, Moody's face began to deform.
Those mutilated wounds were restored to order a little bit; the skin became smoother, and the mutilated nose became longer and smaller. The long gray hair was shortening and turned dark brown.
The broken leg regrown within a few seconds; a gray eyeball appeared in the bald eye socket.
"Good evening, dear principals!" The boy who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, turned around and greeted the principals.
"Ah..." Phineas Black let out a strange cry: "Unbelievable!"
"Merlin's beard!" Dexter Foster rubbed his eyes~EbookFREE.me~Dalice, look at it..." Principal Chris Evra screamed.
"Don't make a noise, I saw it!" Principal Dairis Derwent said impatiently, her eye circles still red.
"What did you do?" She looked at the boy in front of her, and her tone became gentler: "If I remember correctly, what you turned into with the compound decoction just now should be Hogwar The teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in Cis?"
"No!" Jon Hart shook his head: "Actually, he is a Death Eater!"
With that said, he finally took out a crystal bottle and put it together with the pile of things before.
The crystal bottle contains a small amount of transparent liquid.
Finally, Jon Hart stretched.
There was a relieved expression on his face, and then he sat down on Dumbledore's chair with his legs raised.