306 Chapter 28, Puppet

On September 1, heavy rain poured down from the sky like a torrent.

King's Cross Station. Inside platform nine and three-quarters.

An old man pushed a cart forward slowly. He had one eye, one leg, gray hair, and walked slowly with a cane.

Beside him, there are countless crowded adult wizards and young wizards. And in his cart cage, stands a blue and white golden-eyed owl.

The owl stood motionless in the cage, in stark contrast to the croaking pets around it.

"This leg. These eyes, damn it!"

The one-eyed, one-legged old man cursed in a low voice as he walked: "It's awkward how you walk, I really don't know how that old thing can walk so fast!"

The owl in the cage glanced at the old man coldly, and the old man immediately closed his mouth with a calm expression.

There is no doubt that the owl is Hoffa, even though Voldemort asked him to pretend to be Moody, but he still poured Polyjuice Potion into Barty Jr.'s mouth.

He is not stupid, if nothing can be changed, then he might as well push the boat along, and everything will proceed according to the original plan. Let little Barty send Harry Potter back, so that when the matter is over, then tamper with little Barty's memory, so that even Dumbledore will not discover his existence.

However, he couldn't let Little Barty, who was mentally ill, do whatever he wanted. He simply turned into an owl and stayed by his side to prevent him from doing anything out of the ordinary.

Fortunately, since he defeated Moody, this guy has been trying to please himself in different ways, serving him tea and water almost all the time, and taking meeting his needs as the first priority. He said that little Barty almost Will not say two.

"Professor Moody!"

Suddenly, Moody (Barty Jr.) and Hoffa, who were about to board the train, heard someone calling in the distance.

Turning his head, he saw a tall and handsome boy. He was wearing a yellow and black robe. Hoffa couldn't help but think of Tom Riddle who was still in Hogwarts in the past, and his smile reminded him of Ryan who fell in love with a female vampire many years ago.

It happened that beside him stood a beautiful girl with an Asian face. She was holding an umbrella in the rain. She had black hair, a blue-black robe, and light eye makeup. Many boys around couldn't help casting longing glances at her.

Hoffa the Owl stared at the girl for a while before realizing who she was. Qiu. Zhang.

She is much prettier than the ones in the movies. When Hoffa was watching movies, he was still curious about how an Asian girl who couldn't even attract Asians could attract Hogwarts' two consecutive top heroes. Now it seems that it is probably European directors do not understand Asian aesthetics.

Qiu Zhang also seemed to have noticed Hoffa's gaze. She held up her umbrella, looked at the owl, and tilted her head.

woman's sixth sense

Hoffa grunted, shook his feathers, and turned his attention to Cedric who was walking alone.

"Excuse me, are you this year's professor, Alastor Moody?"

Cedric Digory bowed slightly first, and then asked.

"it's me."

Little Batty said frankly.

"Ah, my name is Cedric Diggory."

The handsome boy held his head high and stretched out his hand, the prefect logo on his chest was shining brightly: "My father mentioned you many times in front of me, saying that you are the greatest Auror of this century, bar none."

"Oh, that's right."

Moody (Jr. Barty) ignored the palm in front of him, and said sharply: "That's really a very high evaluation!"

Flappy.

The owl in the cage spread its wings and flapped twice.

Moody immediately showed a warm smile, and shook Cedric Diggory's hand: "Ah, I haven't seen Amos for quite some time, I heard that he is currently working in the Department of Magical Beasts, how is his health?" Sample?"

"Ah, my father is in good health."

Segerik let go of his hand happily, scratched his head seemingly honestly, and shifted his gaze to the box of the small trolley.

"Ah, is this your owl? It's very beautiful."

Hoffa in the cage turned his head 90 degrees in parallel, glanced coldly at Sedry's Digory, and wondered what was going on with this guy? The cover is almost on yourself?

Moody (Barty Jr.) stood in front of the cage a little uneasy, and said in a professor's reserved tone, "You, what's the matter, you are waiting here for me?"

"Oh, that's right."

Cedric Diego looked away from Hoffa, took out a document from his robe, and handed it to Moody.

"My father asked me to tell you that your little problems have been resolved, so you don't have to worry about it. Also, Mr. Arthur Weasley, the Secretary for Prohibiting Abuse of Magic, has done a lot of work. My father thinks that if you are free, Write him a letter."

Cedric was very well-spoken, and of course he couldn't fault anything.

Hoffa in the cage understood that this was the case. In the original book, it was indeed Arthur Weasley and Amos Diggory who settled the mess caused by the conflict between Moody and Barty Jr. before he left. It's just that if you look at this matter from Harry's perspective, there is no follow-up, but if you look at it from your own perspective.

Hoffa turned his head 180 degrees, looked at the umbrellas in the distance, ignored the boys accosting and waiting for Digory's autumn, and thought that women are the gatekeepers of life, the touchstones of men, and the barriers of reproduction. They represent With natural selection, it shoulders the mission of human continuation.

Another Hogwarts warrior certainly has his own style, mature and humble. He was impeccable in his speech at a young age, pointing out without a trace that his father had helped him solve the trouble, and humbly giving the credit to Arthur Weasley.

If I were a woman, I'm afraid I would choose Cedric instead of the immature Harry.

If it was the real Alastormoody standing here, he would have to look at Cedric with admiration, and because he owed his father a favor, he would definitely have to pay more attention to him in class.

The only pity is that the real Moody is now locked in a box under his feet.

Little Barty picked up the document and glanced at it, with a serious expression on his face: "I see, I really trouble you, I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Ah, that's great."

Cedric Diggory showed a smile that could melt the hearts of countless young girls, as if all the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed.

"Then I won't bother you sir, goodbye."

"goodbye."

Cedric waved to Moody, turned around and walked towards Qiu Zhang, took the umbrella in her hand, and the two walked side by side to the distant carriage.

"digory"

Little Barty stuffed the documents indiscriminately into his chest, pushed the cart and sneered, "Hmph, that red-necked bastard can also give birth to this kind of son, I'm afraid his wife stole someone outside."

Hoffa: "."

Barty Jr. took Hoffa into the train, found an empty carriage with no one in the back, and got in.

The first thing he did when he entered was to lock the door immediately, take down the birdcage respectfully, put it on the small table, and then opened the birdcage for him.

The train rattled on the rails, and Hoffa walked out of the birdcage shaking his feathers, looking at the Scottish mountains outside the train, feeling a little strange in his heart.

The train is still the train, Scotland is still Scotland, there is no difference from what it was fifty years ago, but his state of mind is no longer the same as it was fifty years ago, the excitement of seeing it for the first time, and the oppression of urging to escape , only one unique nostalgia.

"Thirsty, Mr. Bach?"

Barty Jr. turned into Moody asked the owl in Wormtail's tone.

"Potion."

The owl speaks and looks very indifferent.

"OK."

Little Barty quickly pulled out a glass tube filled with blue liquid from under the table, put it on the table, and respectfully opened the lid.

Hoffa hopped his slender bird legs, stretched out his pointed beak, and took a sip from the blue tube.

"Bone pieces."

"OK."

Little Barty took out a piece of bone from his chest and placed it in front of the owl.

Hoffa: "Magnifying glass."

As soon as the words fell, Little Barty took out a round magnifying glass from his chest and placed it in front of the owl's head.

Hoffa stared through a magnifying glass at a black bone fragment in front of him, his golden eyes unblinking.

This was one of the several trophies he captured from Alastor Moody.

The icy breath on the bone made him feel obsessed. If he wanted to revive Aglaia, he had to find her soul. To find her soul, Hoffa must go to the mysterious Helheim.

Fifty years have passed now, and the old gamekeeper Joey is probably no longer alive. He can't remember exactly how Joey opened the mysterious realm of death. But he felt that maybe the aura contained in the black bone piece might be one of the clues.

After observing like this for more than an hour, little Barty's hands were a little sore, and he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Bach, you have been observing this bone today. Is it so rare?"

"What do you know?" Hoffa turned into an owl without raising his head.

"Mr. Bach, I'm afraid you are a student who just graduated." Little Barty asked tentatively.

Hoffa focused on the bones, and didn't care what Barty Jr. was asking.

"It's really scary. The current Hogwarts students, people like you must be attracting attention in the school." Little Barty asked again.

"ha?"

"Mr. Bach, I have been unable to figure out a problem."

"What's the problem?" Hoffa distracted part of his attention unhappily.

"How can someone like you have no reputation?" Barty Jr. frowned and asked, "It's as if I've never heard of you."

"Is it related to you?"

Hoffa spoke to Barty Jr. in displeasure, and continued to study the bone fragments.

"How did you survive being pierced through the heart?"

"I can't answer that."

"If my heart is pierced, can I not die?"

"Maybe not."

Hoffa's owl's head turned ninety degrees, his attention shifted away from the bone and on Barty Jr. This is the first time he has seen Barty Jr. have some kind of "desire" or need.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" he asked Barty Jr.

"Have you ever, considered, done something earth-shattering?"

Little Barty rubbed his hands, his wrinkled Moody face looked very flattering: "Uh, for example, rule the magic world in Europe, or become the strongest wizard in the world?"

"Which college did you graduate from?" Hoffa the owl asked.

"Hufflepuff."

"What?"

Hoffa was stunned for a moment. He always thought that Barty Jr. would be a student of Slytherin, or that he would be a Ravenclaw like old Barty Crouch. But he didn't expect that he was actually a Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff he had seen was not this kind of person.

Little Barty looked at him, and asked eagerly: "Mr. Bach, I really want to know, do you have any plans to do something earth-shattering?"

"Why would I do something like that?"

"Then the whole world will be afraid of you and recognize you! What a great thing is this?" Little Barty spoke quickly, as if holding back for a long time, said: "If that's the case, I will help you, and I can do anything for you thing!"

"Even if I become that kind of person, what does it have to do with you?" Hoffa looked at Little Barty seriously: "Also, why are you following Voldemort? You never thought about what you want? "

"What do I want?"

Little Barty looked confused, hesitated for a while, and stammered, "I want to revive my master."

"Then besides your master, don't you have any wishes of your own?"

"My, my wish. My wish is to resurrect my master." Little Batty said blankly.

"I'm asking about your own wishes. As a human being, shouldn't you have your own unique ideas? Why do you want to live for others?" Owl said with a contemptuous expression.

Little Barty still seemed a little dazed. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head, "I don't quite understand what you mean, but Mr. Bach, what wish do you have, I can help you realize it."

"my wish."

The disdain on Owl's face gradually disappeared, and he suddenly didn't know how to answer Little Barty.

It was getting late, and the train arrived.

The students who came to Hogwarts began to change their clothes in a hurry.

Little Barty also stood up to pack his luggage, but at this moment, there was a polite knocking sound from the car window.

Boom boom boom!

Hoffa owl turned its head 180 degrees and saw a vague figure standing outside the door, so he shut up and didn't speak, picked up the black bone with his mouth, stuffed it under the wings, then got back into the cage, packed it normal owl.

Little Barty took a sip of the compound soup, got up and opened the door of the carriage. It turned out to be Cedric Diggory again outside the door.

"Excuse me, may I come in?" handsome Cedric asked with a smile.

"What are you doing again?"

Little Barty's face twitched.

"Well, we're looking for someone on the train."

The smile on Cedric's face remained the same, appearing a little dull.

"Who are you looking for?"

Little Barty asked.

Cedric didn't answer.

Hoffa sensed something was wrong and pulled his head out of the wing.

I saw Cedric Diggory walking sideways into the compartment like a wooden man. He bent down mechanically, checked under the small table, then kicked up his feet and turned over on the luggage rack. Even lifted the owl cage and had a look.

"Who exactly do you want to find with me?"

Little Barty asked.

"A young man with gray hair and golden eyes, may I ask if you have seen him?" Cedric Diggory kept his smile unchanged, and his tone was calm.

Hoffa in the cage was struck by lightning.

At this moment, he was keenly aware of a huge and icy spiritual force field spreading silently in the train carriage, which was no different from him at night.

He immediately withdrew his spirit, put his head under the wings, and remained motionless.

Little Barty was also dumbfounded. He stood there blankly, looking at the smiling young man in front of him with a devilish expression: "What, eyes?"

"Golden eyes, what is your expression? Have you seen this person?" Cedric asked with a constant smile.

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

Little Barty paused majestically on the ground with his crutches, and pointed to his gray hair, "Golden eyes, what kind of strange person is that, is that a black wizard? Look carefully, I have blue eyes, and Asking is not young anymore!"

There was a few seconds of silence.

"No, it's nothing." Cedric said, he took a last look around the car, then walked out of the car with steady and steady steps, and went to the next car to ask again.

After he was gone, Hoffa slowly pulled his head out of the wings. An owl has no sweat glands, otherwise he would be sweating profusely.

Gray hair, golden eyes, young man?

Who has this impression of themselves?

He could only think of Dumbledore.

Besides Dumbledore, who else has that kind of huge mental power?

Did Dumbledore expect that he would come to Hogwarts this year? Why did he look for himself? Since he wanted to find himself, why didn't he come and look for him in person? Just now, Cedric looked like he had been hit by the Imperius Curse. Could it be that Dumbledore would release the Imperius Curse on his students?

Hoffa was a little puzzled.

Did Dumbledore know about his cooperation with Voldemort?

Or did the butterfly effect of his own existence cause Dumbledore to change? Become someone you don't know for a long time?

For a moment, an unknown fog flooded Hoffa's mind, making him unable to move.

The carriage gradually emptied.

"Mr. Babach?" After a long time, little Barty asked in a very low voice. The strange appearance of Cedric Diggory just now made him very disturbed.

"Get out of the car first." The owl in the cage said coldly.

"Golden eyes? That... That kid, was he looking for you just now?"

"No." Hoffa said coldly, "I'm bald."

"Coco, I think, if... if you had gray hair, you would be more handsome." Barty Jr. flattered habitually, his head dripping with sweat, "You won't be...you won't be, take the initiative Shave your hair."

"Oh shut up you!"

Hoffa said sharply, not at all in a bad mood.

Cedric Diggory's search for himself made the originally careless him tense up.

He thought he knew the plot direction of the original work, so he could fish in troubled waters and send Harry to Voldemort.

But now he discovered the limitations of the original book, all the things in the original book were experienced from Harry's perspective. Apart from what Harry had been through, he knew nothing.

It was like a huge iceberg floating in the sea, Harry stood on the iceberg, and now he was standing under the iceberg.

The bright tip of the iceberg is dazzling, but the huge chaos and unknown under the iceberg make him a little breathless.

At first he didn't want to participate in the plot at all.

But now, he is afraid of twists and turns in his fate, because the known plot is his only advantage.

What if Voldemort hadn't been resurrected?

What if Grindelwald killed everyone quietly?

Even thinking about these results gave him a headache.