Chapter 309:31

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Moody (Hoffa) quietly. Hoffa nodded, and said quietly, "That's it, I understand."

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with his blue eyes behind half-moon glasses. Hoffa felt a little terrified in that look, and he pretended to be displeased: "What's wrong, Albus?"

"Last year, you argued with me for a long time because of my recruitment of Remus, saying that I did not follow the rules. This year, you are surprisingly easy-going. I thought that you would question my arrangement like last year."

Depend on! You think I want to teach? Stomach twists and turns!

Hoffa scolded Dumbledore for being cunning in his heart, but he still had an indifferent look on his face: "The times have changed, and the students are not as good as the next generation. To be honest, Albus, I have long been a little bit concerned about your gentle teaching methods." Dissatisfied, you can make such a request this year, which is exactly what I like, it's time to be tough on those flowers in the greenhouse."

The scrutiny in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, and he shook his head with a smile: "I thought you were a different person, so easy to talk, but now it seems that you still have the same bad temper."

"I just say what I have."

Hoffa said solemnly with a straight face.

"Okay, I see, old man, you go and get ready."

Dumbledore patted his arm kindly: "Don't always keep a straight face, it will scare the students."

After speaking, he turned around and left through the passage behind the auditorium.

When Dumbledore's back disappeared into the hall, Hoffa's calm expression suddenly changed.

To actually teach the three unforgivable curses by himself, isn't that messing with him, he has never used the three unforgivable curses. He didn't like mind control, nor carpal torture, and Avada Kedavra was too inefficient for him.

The most fatal thing was that he didn't have a wand. Although he had Moody's wand, he couldn't use it at all. Although he can cast some basic spells without a wand, such as the Luminescence Curse, Shield Curse, and Clear Spring Curse, if he casts spells without a wand directly in class, he will definitely be seen as abnormal.

It doesn't look good on his own, Hoffa thought, but fortunately he has Barty Jr., as an old Death Eater, Barty Jr. must be familiar with the Three Unforgivable Curses for him.

It's just that Barty Jr.'s current state.

He quickened his pace and followed the spiral staircase to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor.

Filch had already placed his suitcase beside the desk in the office, locked the door, and dragged the suitcase into his lounge.

The lounge is a long room with wood paneling on all four sides, filled with old mismatched chairs and a wooden bed, this room belonged to Remus Lupine last year, although the guy has gone However, Hoffa could still smell a werewolf-specific residue in the air.

There was a timetable on the table, and he picked it up to have a look. Hey, the first class is only three days away, and there are only three days left for him to master the three unforgivable curses.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly opened the box and got in.

As soon as he entered, he was startled, the inside of the box was pitch black, but under his night vision, he saw little Barty crawling beside old Moody's legs with a distorted expression, hugging his only one leg, While touching, he rubbed his face on it.

"Winky. Twinkle Mother Mother"

His mouth flickered for a moment, his mother for a moment, and his fingers were so hard that they pierced old Moody's thigh, and blood flowed from between his fingers and spilled all over the floor.

Looking at old Moody again, he is probably about to go crazy. He is locked up all over and can't make any sound. He can only shake the chains on his body vigorously, trying to shake off the lunatic who rubbed his face on his leg.

Hearing the sound of the box being opened, Old Moody struggled harder. With this struggle, Little Barty not only grabbed Old Moody's leg, but even opened his mouth to bite it down without hesitation. Bite tightly.

This is too perverted. Hoffa thought to himself, he quickly walked to Barty Jr., and called his name, "Barty, Barty Jr.?"

Indifferent, little Barty rolled the whites of his eyes, and didn't even look at him, just biting old Moody's leg. As a last resort, Hoffa pinched his cheek and forcibly pulled his face off Moody's one leg.

"Blink. I want Blink"

Little Barty didn't respond, he regarded old Moody as Winky, and muttered unconsciously and confusedly, "Winky Winky, the bad guys are coming, the bad guys are coming"

Damn you monster gargoyle!

You don't even look at who you are, so wake up!

Hoffa slapped little Barty on the face hard,

"Winky.Winky, you bastard, where are you going? How dare you abandon your master.?" He didn't respond, he didn't feel any pain, and he didn't care who was hitting him, he just repeated the message for Winky.

what to do?

Hoffa's head was as big as a bucket for a while. Old Joey really didn't lie to himself back then. If a person with low mental strength is blown by the cold wind of the underworld, he can only become a delirious lunatic.

Of course, he can completely ignore Barty Jr.'s life and death, and abandon him mercilessly, just like Voldemort did.

But he urgently needs him to wake up now, at least let him teach himself the three unforgivable curses.

In the confusion, little Barty hugged Hoffa's wooden leg and licked it: "Winky, winky, you bastard, sloppy, sloppy"

He cursed while licking.

Want to sparkle?

Hoffa stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. Little Barty seemed to have extraordinary affection for his house elf named Winky.

At this moment, Winky should be working in the Hogwarts kitchen. If the house elf is found, can Little Barty really be cured?

He didn't know, but what was in front of him at the moment seemed to have no other way to go.

You can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Hoffa thought so, and fixed Barty Jr. in the box, then left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and entered the deep night of Hogwarts.

Hogwarts itself seemed to have the air of a catacomb at the moment. The staircase is like a movie theater passage in the dark, with responsive portraits turning their heads every step of the way. Hoffa could hear his own footsteps echoing on the glass overhead. Looking up, he could see the water mist with a little light from the skylight dissipating outside the transparent roof.

He walked all the way down the hall, and he missed Hogwarts at night, and he almost forgot the joy of traveling at night, the joy of being outside the rules.

More than fifty years ago, when Sylby invaded Hogwarts, Ravenclaw's common room suffered a destructive invasion. At that time, Ravenclaw's students were displaced and had to temporarily live in Hogwarts. Near Chippa's Lounge.

That was the time Hoffa knew where the kitchen was. Although fifty years have passed, for this school, nothing has changed.

Following his own memory, Hoffa came to a wide stone corridor. Under the dim light of the torch, the walls were decorated with oil paintings, mainly of food.

At this time, he heard someone chatting in the dim corridor.

"Cedric, are you really free next week?" a girl said plaintively.

"I'm a little busy, Selena, and I have an appointment next week." The man said honestly.

"Hmph." The woman said sourly, "Is that the Seeker from Ravenclaw?"

"My relationship with her is not what you imagine."

Hoffa deliberately accentuated the sound of his footsteps, and the wooden legs made a bang bang bang bang on the ground.

"Where is who?"

Cedric asked.

Hoffa appeared at the end of the corridor, and he could see the figure of a girl flashing past, disappearing into the oil painting on the wall. Outside the oil painting, stood a tall and handsome boy. He was wearing a black and yellow robe, with a shining prefect medal pinned to his chest.

"Professor Moody?"

Cedric exclaimed.

"Girls are good, Digory," said Hoffa, limping towards him.

"What are you doing here?" Cedric looked a little embarrassed. "It's curfew."

"The banquet is late. I didn't eat much at night. I'm a little hungry. I want to go to the kitchen to get some food." Hoffa said casually.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Cedric showed his original expression. He patted his chest and said, "Let me take care of this little thing. I'll help you get it from the kitchen."

"I'll go with you." Hoffa stood beside him.

"Hey, okay, this way." Cedric stretched out his hand and led Hoffa the way. The torches on the wall stretched the shadows of the two people long.

As the two walked, Hoffa looked sideways at him, "Digory?"

"What's wrong, Professor?"

"On the train, what are you doing with that young man?"

"Who, what young man?" Cedric looked blank.

"Young man with gray hair."

Cedric Diggory thought about it for a long time, and said puzzledly, "I've never seen anyone with gray hair."

"Where are the golden eyes?"

"Then there is nothing more, what are you talking about?"

"Well, nothing."

Hoffa thought to himself, he was really under the Imperius Curse: "Then you were with your friends on the train?"

When Hoffa asked, Cedric's face turned red rarely. He didn't answer, but stood in front of a portrait of a fruit plate. Stretching out his index finger, he gently scratched the green pear in the painting. Pear squirmed, giggled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob. Cedric grabbed it and pulled the door open, bending over it like the most competent waiter.

The Hogwarts kitchen is a large high-ceilinged room as large as the Great Hall above, with gleaming copper pots and basins piled high against the surrounding stone walls and a large brick fireplace at the far end .

"Professor, this is the kitchen, full of house elves, can you get used to it?"

"It's okay, I can do it alone, thank you, Diggory." Hoffa said reservedly.

"It's my honor to help you." Cedric said, slowly backing away and disappearing in place.

Watching Digory's back disappear into Hufflepuff's oil painting, Hoffa stood there pondering for a moment, then bent over and got into the kitchen.

The house elves in the kitchen all turned their heads to look at the person who came in. The big eyes are full of curiosity. They're basically all wearing the same old tea towels, with big ears and eyes, and some are holding plates, teapots, and dishcloths.

"Do you have a house-elf here named Winky?" Hoffa asked, standing in front of a group of house-elves.

The house-elves looked at each other, and just as the group of house-elves who looked exactly the same were about to answer him, a completely different house-elf squeezed its companions out.

It has a teapot warmer on its head with a lot of colorful badges pinned to it, a tie with a horseshoe pattern on its bare chest, what looks like a child's football shorts, and two Only unpaired socks.

"What do you want Winky to do, sir?" the unique house-elf asked him.

Seeing him approaching, the other elves around avoided him as if they were avoiding the plague.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes and recognized it. Dobby - the free man among the house elves, and a loyal fan of Harry Potter.

This made him ponder, if the other elves led the way, it would be all right, but this one would not.

Harry is a businessman, and this guy is also a businessman. There is a deep connection between the two very troublesome businessmen. He cannot reveal his identity and purpose in front of them.

"You, you are the elf of the Malfoy family?" Hoffa said slowly.

"Yes, I'm not!" Dobby shuddered, shaking his head quickly.

"Dobby is a free house-elf, unlike all the other house-elves!" he asked earnestly, "What does Mr. Winky do?"

Hoffa ignored Dobby's question, and said slowly, "But Lucius Malfoy didn't tell me that."

"What did he say? What did Lord Lucius say?"

"He said that you were a traitor, a disloyal servant, and that although you didn't want to be a servant, you were actually Harry Potter's servant."

"How dare he say that." Dobby screamed. "Dobby and Harry Potter are friends! Lucius, Lucius is a, a vicious witch"

As soon as he cursed, his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and he made a sound of almost suffocation.

Then, he ran to the side uncontrollably, picked up a frying pan and smashed it on his head: "Dobby, bad Dobby. How can you speak ill of the master. Bad Dobby!!"

Seeing Dobby punishing himself cruelly, Hoffa shrugged slightly apologetically, found a normal-looking elf among the peeping elves, and asked, "Have you ever seen an elf named Winky?" ?”

"You mean the crybaby?" asked the normal house-elf.

"Uh yes."

"Come with me, sir." The normal house elf didn't ask him why he came: "She just finished crying, sir, don't be frightened."

The normal elf led Hoffa through four long wooden tables, into the kitchen inside, and pointed to the fireplace in the corner: "Look, isn't that?"

I saw Shining sitting on a stool by the fire, her eyes glazed over. She wasn't like Dobby, and she didn't dress like the other elves. It seems that he didn't just find clothes casually and wear them. She was wearing a neat little skirt and blouse, and a matching blue hat with two holes cut out to show her large ears. Hoffa figured the suit was a gift from Barty Crouch Sr. when he fired her.

"Sparkle."

Hoffa squatted beside her.

Winky took one look at him, her lips trembling, and then she burst into tears, tears rolling from her large brown eyes onto her chest.

"Look, it's her." The normal elf who led the way for Hoffa said, "If you want me to say, this kind of guy who has been kicked out by the master must not be able to do the work of serving people. If you need anything, you can come to me ah."

"Thank you," Hoffa touched the elf's head: "But forget it."

"As you wish."

The normal house-elf bowed to Hoffa and backed away.

Hoffa focused his attention on the crying guy, who was so sad and heartbroken, he could only hear her crying as she cried: "I know you, I know you, you just sent the little master into the house!" Prison devil! You killed me and my master's family, what are you doing now?"

"Don't mind, I'll take you to see your master."

Hoffa, transformed into Moody, whispered into her ear.

"It's too late, it's too late, it's too late!"

Winky cried desperately, "Master, master doesn't want me anymore!"

"It's the little master." Hoffa's voice was suppressed to the limit.

Winky looked at Hoffa in complete confusion as she cried.

"Your little master is by my side, and he needs you more than ever."

The crying stopped abruptly.

ten minutes later.

Hoffa took Winky back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, and took him into the box.

As soon as she entered, Winky was still curious about the two identical Moody, but when she saw the poor thing lying on the ground, twitching and drooling, she immediately threw everything out of the sky.

"Little master, what's wrong with you, little master?" She rushed forward with slender legs and pressed Little Barty's chest: "Little master, little master, talk, who bullied you?"

"Twinkle. Twinkle"

Little Barty with a grim expression grabbed the elf's ear. In the confusion, he frantically tore the elf's ear, but the elf didn't struggle, but pressed his head to his chest, holding his Chin, said softly: "It's okay, master, it's okay, Shining is here."

Little Batty, who had been in a mess all this time, surprisingly quieted down.

He sniffed, and his tense body softened.

"Little master, winky, it's okay, it's okay."

Hoffa looked at Little Barty and Winky who were snuggling together, and a strange sense of confusion appeared in his heart. If they took away their shells, it seemed that the inner things were not unbearable.

After Little Barty became completely quiet, he fell into a deep sleep and even started to snore.

Shining stood up at this moment, and came to Hoffa angrily and asked, "What did you do to him?"

That looks like an old mother who protects the calf.

"I?"

When it was time for the compound decoction, Hoffa turned his head and quickly raised his body, transforming from a hideous Auror into a heroic bald boy.

"I didn't do anything, your master is too unlucky."

"It's you! You're not that. The one from the World Cup!?"

"It's me," Hoffa narrowed his eyes, "what's the relationship between you and little Barty?"

"It's just an ordinary master and servant."

"Ordinary master and servant? Just ordinary master and servant." Hoffa was suspicious: "Your relationship is too close."

"Young master was raised by me. Of course it's normal to be closer than others." Shining touched little Barty's face and said intoxicated, as if looking at some rare artwork.

"You raised him?" Hoffa immediately sensed something was wrong in the words, "Where are his parents, old Barty?"

Shining wiped her tears and said, "Old master. Old master is too busy with work. Mistress. Mistress is not in good health. They are sick all year round. They can't do anything about it. They can't take care of the young master!"

Hoffa widened his eyes: "Did you teach him something indecent!?"

"I, I don't." Winky looked at him blankly.

Hoffa: "Then, have you talked to him about values?"

"Oh, what are you talking about, Winky often reasoned with the young master when she was a child."

I saw Shining holding Little Barty's head longingly and happily, with big eyes shining brightly, "The boy was very good when he was young, but occasionally he would be unhappy, especially when the old master ignored him. , I told the young master, if you are not happy, serve others, and you will be happy if you serve others~"

Hoffa looked at Shining's big innocent eyes, and felt infinitely horrified for a while.

"So, you're raising him as a house-elf?"

"What's the problem? That's how Winky's ancestors taught Winky, the ancestors of Winky's ancestors also taught their ancestors, the ancestors of their ancestors"

"Stop!"

Hoffa broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Even though he has a superb shape-shifting ability and night-time divine power, he can't change a person's concept. Looking at little Batty who was being held in Shining's arms, this guy looks like a human being. But I'm afraid that in his bones, he has already regarded himself as a house elf.

He keeps serving others to obtain the value of his own existence. But at the same time, his dignity as a human being and as a wizard does not allow him to really act like a house elf, no matter what kind of master he is.

So he refused to accept the weak and sickly Voldemort, and infinitely urged himself to do some "earth-shattering" events. But in his bones he was like a house-elf, infinitely humble and at a loss.

Because that terrible childhood education has worn away his ego.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"

Winky begged in a low voice, after finding out that Hoffa was not the real Moody, her attitude towards Hoffa unexpectedly improved,

Hoffa sat down and told Winky about Barty Jr.'s mental breakdown.

After listening, Shining sighed sadly, rubbing the top of her bald head, as if trying to think of a solution.

"How long do you think it will take for him to wake up?" Hoffa asked.

"It will take at least a week." Winky said worriedly: "The little master also encountered this situation when he just returned from Azkaban. At that time, I took care of him for a whole week before he regained his sanity. "

Saying that, Winky clenched her fists: "I will persevere every night, and I will never let anyone bully my little master."

"One week. Fuck."

Hoffa immediately threw his sympathy for Barty Jr. into the sky.

There were only three days left for him, and after three days, he would demonstrate in front of Harry Potter the three Unforgivable Curses that he didn't understand at all.

What to do?