308 Chapter 30, Dumbledore's Request

There are four famous wizards whose names survive today:

Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,

Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside

Kind Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

In the castle in the distance, there was a faint singing voice.

The sorting ceremony has already begun, and there are not many choices left for Hoffa. For the resurrection technique, he has to enter even hell, let alone Hogwarts.

It's just that Little Barty is definitely not able to attend the banquet with this appearance.

Reluctantly, he pulled out the box that Barty was pushing, and opened it vertically like a door. Inside the box was a room of 60 square meters.

In the room, Alastor Moody, who was stripped and only wore underwear, was tied to a pillar, and his mouth was sealed with chains, so he could not make a sound.

Seeing the bald boy come in, he glared at the boss with one eye, twisted wildly and angrily, shook the chain, and made a clanging sound.

Hoffa completely ignored Moody. He threw the little Batty, who was unconsciously moaning in pain, into the box, then pulled out a hair from struggling Moody, walked to the corner of the room, and took out the Polyjuice Potion, adding Moody's hair to it.

Bark!

There was a puff of smoke from the compound decoction, which turned from a paste to a clear one.

He took off his clothes, raised his head and drank the medicine in one gulp.

Outside the box, the rainstorm became more and more urgent.

Inside the box, Hoffa covered his head, and his body changed rapidly under the effect of the compound decoction.

His back was bent, countless wrinkles grew, one eye was sunken inward until it disappeared, and even his right calf shrunk to only half.

"Hmm. Mix. Mix."

Looking at this scene, old Moody was furious, dangling on the chain frantically.

"Old thing, you take care of it really badly!"

Hoffa, who became Moody, stood in front of Moody himself, neither salty nor salty.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Old Moody roared hoarsely, forcibly let out an unwilling growl behind the chain.

"It's really offended. It's your fate."

Hoffa smiled sympathetically, jumped to his side on one leg, and put a lock on his mouth to prevent him from making any sound.

He then hopped in front of Barty Jr., removed Moody's prosthetic leg and eyes, and put them on himself.

The blue magic eye was worn in the deep-set eye socket, and it turned itself as soon as it entered, providing him with a 360-degree vision.

Then he picked up Moody's wand, which, no surprise, held in his hand like an ordinary piece of wood, without any connection to him at all.

The cross-dressing is over.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the familiar yet unfamiliar castle.

The heavy rain was still pounding heavily on the tall, dark windows. Another burst of thunder exploded, rattling the glass windows. Upon entering the porch, the first creature that greets him is a cat crouching on its armored head and licking its palms.

It glanced at Hoffa with red eyes, jumped down immediately, and disappeared in a hurry with its tail upright.

Mrs. Norris is here, can Filch be far behind?

The resounding voice of the familiar man came from the hall, making Hoffa seem like a world away.

"Mr. Filch, the administrator, would like me to tell you that this year, a few more items have been added to the prohibited items in the castle. They are screaming balls, maces, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about four hundred and three Seventeen items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check them."

Outside the hall, a thin, bald old man stuck his ears to the door of the banquet hall, like a perverted husband who was spying on his wife's affair.

When he heard Dumbledore's words, he panted heavily with excitement, rubbing his skinny palms unconsciously on his chest.

"Hello."

Hoffa stood behind him and greeted him coldly.

"ah!!"

Filch, who was obsessed with eavesdropping on the headmaster's reading of the school regulations, jumped up in fright. He turned around and saw a terrifying face. He immediately raised his hands, leaned against the door, and asked tremblingly like a surrendering soldier: "You .you are?"

"Take my luggage to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office."

He handed the suitcase containing old Moody and little Barty to Filch, and said calmly.

Only then did Filch come to his senses, and he wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Squeezing a smile, "So it's the professor. I'll go right away." He took the box in Hoffa's hand in a friendly and respectful manner, and walked upstairs, but after turning a corner, Hoffa But I heard Filch secretly complaining:

"The professor came so late. What a dereliction of duty, what a dereliction of duty, it's fine to be late, and he looks so scary, I really don't know what Dumbledore thinks, hehe, the Hogwarts professor is really getting worse every year."

In the auditorium, Dumbledore's resonant voice continued:

"As before, I want to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and Hogsmeade village, students under the third grade are not allowed to visit. I also regret to tell you that this year there will be There will be no House Cup Quidditch matches.

That's because a big event starts in October and runs through the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it. It is my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts—”

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, the door of the auditorium was slammed open, and the principal's speech stopped.

Hoffa stood at the door, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black traveling cloak, looking directly at Dumbledore, who was about a hundred meters away from him.

Is he controlling Cedric to find himself?

For a moment, Hoffa even wanted to tell Dumbledore all about it, to see what he would say.

But he immediately guessed what Dumbledore would say when he saw him, and it must be a long list of life philosophies. It's about love, it's about courage, it's even about accepting fate.

The thought lingered in his mind for a while and then quietly extinguished. What does the principal's negligence have to do with him? He is already tired of the life of wiping other people's asses.

Dumbledore, who was speaking in front of the eagle statue in the distance, was also stunned. His eyelids drooped under his crescent glasses, and he seemed a little surprised by Moody's appearance.

Hoffa walked forward step by step with his wooden legs and crutches.

The students in the auditorium took pictures of old Moody's hideous appearance and Hoffa's huge mental force field. They were silent for a while. They stared at Moody's steps, and some even dropped the cake they were pinching.

pedal.

pedal.

pedal.

With the sound of wooden legs hitting the ground, Hoffa stood in front of Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore was no longer what he looked like when he first met in the orphanage. At that time, he had a red beard, often wore elegant velvet robes, and looked young and fresh.

But now, he looks a bit like the former Armando Dippet, with a long silver beard and wrinkles on his forehead. The only difference from Dippet is that he is full of energy now, without any signs of depression.

"It's okay on the road."

When Moody (Hoffa) walked up to the teacher's seat, Dumbledore stretched out his hand and asked gently.

"fine."

Hoffa also stretched out his hand and shook the other's dry and slender palm.

"I didn't go to check around just now."

Dumbledore asked quietly, shaking his hand.

"Yes."

"Is there any trace of the black wizard?"

Dumbledore asked jokingly, blinking his eyes.

"Everywhere."

Hoffa said coldly.

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, he patted Moody (Hoffa) on the shoulder, and pointed to the seat on his right: "You have worked hard this year."

Hoffa sat down, and the greasy-haired Severus Snape moved his chair, as if he didn't want to get too close to him.

Because of his lateness, the banquet is over. The food on the students' dining table has been removed, but there are still some leftovers on the teacher's table. Only then did Hoffa feel that he was very hungry. He shook his head, pulled a plate of sausages, held it up to his incomplete nose and smelled it, and sure enough, it still smelled familiar.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and the paper turned into a small knife in the process of pulling out. He poked the knife through one end of a sausage, and ate it like no one else was there.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

There were only sparse voices in the entire auditorium, and only Dumbledore and Hagrid applauded.

Hoffa didn't care at all, and felt a little sympathetic to Moody in his heart. The old guy has captured dark wizards all his life, and his popularity is not as high as that of the liar Gilderoy Lockhart. The reason is probably that Lockhart looks better.

He took a sip of the compound soup from his pocket and looked at the teacher's seat. Severus Snape was watching himself carefully, and the small Professor Flitwick was happily talking to Pomona Sprout of Hufflepuff.

"Cough cough."

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said," he said, smiling at the crowd of students in front of him, "in the next few months we will be honored to host a very exciting event that has been going on for more than a year. The Century is no longer taking place. I am very pleased to report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding!" Fred Weasley exclaimed.

The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium ever since Moody (Hoffa) walked through the door was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore smiled appreciatively.

"I'm not kidding, Mr Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I did hear a very funny one about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun, all of them into the same tavern..."

Hoffa pushed away the plate when he felt that he was almost full, and his eyes stayed on Dumbledore. He looked exactly like the one described in the original book, without the blackened traces he imagined, and he didn't recognize Moody's real identity.

So who is looking for him secretly?

Is it Grindelwald?

No. No, Grindelwald has seen himself bald.

As Hoffa thought, he felt someone watching him.

Turning around, the head of Gryffindor, Professor Minerva McGonagall, who was sitting on Dumbledore's left, was staring at the knife in his hand, with his mouth slightly open.

A few minutes later, Dumbledore finished all the regulations about the Triwizard Tournament eloquently.

The banquet ended in a joyful atmosphere.

When everyone was leaving the auditorium, Dumbledore suddenly stopped Hoffa.

"Moody, wait a minute."

Hoffa froze in place like Zhao Gongming who heard Shen Gongbao yell out, fellow daoist, please stay. He slowly turned his head and stared at Dumbledore with blue magic eyes.

It's all here, but he still intends to do something bad. The former teacher in front of him is the hurdle he has to step over. He tensed up for the private conversation of the top wizard.

When everyone in the auditorium left, Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his expression became worried, "Have you gone to find Fudge, what did he say?"

Hoffa was taken aback, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

Moody is one of the members of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore asked Moody to find the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge for some reason, so he left himself to talk.

But whether old Moody went to find Fudge, and what Fudge said, he Hofferbach didn't know at all, because he had temporarily disguised himself as Moody tonight.

silence.

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa.

The worried expression turned a little confused.

Facing the old professor's worried blue eyes, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed from Hoffa's forehead. He realized that he had to say something, that if he kept silent, he might give away immediately.

"What else can you say?" Hoffa said lightly, "It's not like you don't understand the character of our Minister of Magic."

He kicked the ball back.

"hiss"

Dumbledore turned around with his hands behind his back.

"So he was completely indifferent to your discovery?"

"Yeah, completely indifferent."

Dumbledore inserted his fingers into the silver hair sadly, looking very irritable: "Fudge, Fudge, how can you take power so seriously, and don't care if your own people disappear?"

Hoffa was expressionless, but his heart was about to jump up and praise himself for his wit.

He speculated that Moody should have reported the missing persons in the Quidditch World Cup to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore also asked Moody to ask Fudge for help.

So, is Dumbledore already aware of Grindelwald's existence? He couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"No, we can't let Riddle continue to act like this." Dumbledore said firmly, "This year, you take some time after the course is over, and we will send some more people to focus on searching for traces of Peter Pettigrew."

Uh. The smile disappeared from Hoffa's mouth.

Did Dumbledore think that missing people everywhere was the work of Tom Riddle?

"I think... Voldemort may not be the only threat." Hoffa thought for a while and said slowly.

"What did you say?"

Dumbledore frowned.

Hoffa said tentatively: "I said, there are only two people, Voldemort and Wormtail, so it is impossible to do something too exaggerated. Maybe there are other dark wizards"

"Moody, what on earth are you thinking? Why haven't you been so reserved before?" Dumbledore frowned.

Hoffa immediately realized that Mad-Eye Moody was a quick-tempered Auror, and he was completely different from himself. The more he hesitated, the more Dumbledore felt something was wrong.

"Grindelwald!"

He immediately said, "I suspect that Grindelwald is secretly playing tricks."

Dumbledore's eyes sharpened suddenly, "What did you say?"

"I'm just speculating."

Moody (Hoffa) flicked his cloak and stood up: "Voldemort has lost his servant, and now he doesn't know where to hide and linger on his last breath. I don't think he alone can make so many people disappear quietly. He must still There are others operating in the dark."

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa, his sharp eyes dimmed little by little, and finally, he sighed: "Impossible, you are too suspicious, Alastor. Gellert Grindelwald has already failed There is no storm. Don't worry."

"Why?"

Hoffa's eyes widened, completely puzzled.

"His fate has been sealed." Dumbledore waved his hand: "There is no need to worry."

"Fate is sealed? What does that mean?"

"never mind."

There was a hint of sadness in Dumbledore's eyes, but the sadness soon disappeared without a trace, "You don't need to worry about this, but I have a small request about this year's course."

"any request?"

"Every Triwizard Tournament in history is an opportunity for frequent turmoil. When wizards gather together, it is impossible to drink tea in peace.

I think our students urgently need the ability to protect themselves, so I would like to ask you to demonstrate the three unforgivable curses to the students. "

Hoffa's expression was a little dull.

After a pause, Dumbledore continued, "Also, if possible, I hope you can pay more attention to Harry Potter."