Chapter 307 Mad-Eye Moody
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 307 Mad-Eye Moody
4 a.m., [-] Privet Drive
Vernon and Penny looked furiously at the strange men in black robes.
They used some long sticks to blow out some colorful bubbles in the room, with a fresh scent of lavender, so as to cover the brown-yellow gas coming out of the 'air holes' above and below Maggie.
Dudley Dursley was clutching his bottom, as if afraid that it might fall off.
The [Incidental Reversal Team] staff from the Ministry of Magic felt weird about the strange behavior of these Muggles, especially this little chubby, this Muggle was undoubtedly crazy.
One of them was a balding middle-aged man with thick-bottomed glasses, with a kind expression on his face, wanting to communicate with the Dursleys.
——After all, Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic's direct order is to let this matter go as quietly as possible.
"You're Harry's family, aren't you?" he said.
Dudley whimpered and shrank his body behind Aunt Petunia with great effort. Unfortunately, her thin body couldn't block the horizontally developing flesh behind her at all, at least it was impossible without using magic.
Aunt Petunia closed her mouth so tightly that she almost bled from her bite.
It took her a long time to look away from Maggie (although the 'balloon state' had disappeared, but this plump female Muggle became more swollen, and people could hear hissing and puffing sounds from time to time... It seems that all the inflated gas has not been released).
But Petunia is more afraid and anxious... What will the neighbors of Privet Drive think of their family after knowing this?They had worked so hard to keep their family normal, to hide Harry's eccentricity.
Petunia glanced outside,...for some reason, even though it was midday, Privet Drive was still empty, and no one was looking around to watch the excitement as usual.
"Do you know where Harry Potter went?"
The Dursleys remained silent the entire time, watching all this but not speaking.
After repeated inquiries by the staff of the Ministry of Magic, Vernon finally made a move. He stretched out his hand and protected his family behind him. He gritted his teeth and swollen his cheeks like a frog.
Almost every word popped out between teeth.
"We don't know...that little brat..."
But before he finished speaking, a frightening voice began to come from the streets of Privet Drive, attracting everyone's attention.
pedal, pedal.
A strange man entered the Dursleys unceremoniously.
He was wearing an awkward fuchsia suit, a blue shirt, and a leopard-patterned tie. Although he looked quite normal in his attire, he was unusually sloppy... The tie was crooked, the collar was stained with wine, and his hair was sticking together in strands, gray and white.
With every step the guy took, a hollow sound came from the floor inside the Dursleys' house.
He walked straight through the Aurors who had stretched out their hands to stop him, and came to the Dursleys.
Everyone gasped.
The Dursleys simply backed away. If there were not so many people, and it was broad daylight, they would have thought this guy was a serial killer.
His face is also very similar to those murderous lunatics described in the news.
There were many scars, and the mouth was slanted with a big opening as if it had been cut by a knife, and even a piece of the nose was cut off.
What's even more frightening is its eyes... one big and one small, the big one is big, round like a coin, and it's a vivid bright blue...
It was staring at Vernon.
What made him shudder was that he felt that the eyes were alive.
belch!
Dursley gasped for air, caught it in his throat, and couldn't breathe.
——The eye was indeed alive. After glancing at a few people, it began to turn non-stop, and circled up, down, left, and right, and even turned backwards. They could only see a big white eyeball.
Clutching his ass, Dudley hurried to the closet under the stairs (that's where Harry lived when he was younger).
It's a pity that some things have been piled up there, anyway, the door can't be closed no matter what, Dudley can only pull it desperately, the whole white and yellow old door is trembling under the trembling of the big fart, and it makes a rubbing sound in conjunction with his grinding teeth.
The stranger laughed without hesitation, and the excitement made the eyeball even more frightening, almost being squeezed out of the eye socket.
"Mr. Moody, why are you here!"
The middle-aged wizard who was in charge of communicating with Dursley suppressed his dissatisfaction, forced a smile on his face, and asked who came.
Moody looked contemptuously at the Aurors around him, and how they carefully repaired the damaged furniture and decorations in the Muggle house with magic spells, as well as the 'inflated' female Muggle (seeing this, Moody smiled knowingly, and clicked twice in his mouth). He finally raised his head and said to several people, "You should call me Mad-Eye Moody like you brought two newcomers outside! Don't be so polite...I know what you say behind your back!"
"Actually, I don't care... You newbies, you have never seen what is called a black wizard and a black spell... Now you can only do things like repairing damaged Muggle houses and cleaning up memories! You haven't seen blood at all, and you have seen those inhuman dark witchcraft crime scenes..."
The faces of the Aurors at the scene were very ugly, but Moody didn't care at all, he went on to say
"As for why I came here! Naturally, it is because of our minister and the famous boy that everyone cares about very much!"
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore!"
As he spoke, Moody stared at Vernon Dursley with his strange eyes, and said, "Listen! Muggle, I'm busy and in a hurry, not to mention time is limited..."
"And I have a bad temper. Once I am in a hurry, I will be very irritable. I think you will not make me very unhappy... become very irritable, right?"
Dursley nodded stiffly after Petunia smacked Vernon's waist hard.
"That's right! Good Muggles! So... can you show me where your nephew Harry Potter left this morning?"
Penny's arm seemed to be equipped with a spring, and the arm immediately popped out and pointed in a direction leading to Magnolia Crescent Street.
"Fine, one last thing!"
"For an unfortunate event like this..."
"Unfortunate event? It was a murder... That bastard tried to murder his own aunt, that is, my sister... My sister, he will not forgive, and neither will we." Vernon Dursley jumped up angrily after hearing this sentence. He opened his mouth like a roaring hippopotamus and lost control.
"No! My dear Mr. Muggle! Your sister will forgive, or she won't remember it!"
Moody raised his hand and squeezed it impatiently.
Dursley's plump lips immediately moved up and down, 'buzzing enen' speechless.
The employees of the Ministry of Magic who were working in the room directly turned their heads to look in other directions, pretending not to see it, and finally even walked to the door, leaving only Dursley and Mad-Eye Moody in the room.
Moody said again as if nothing happened, "I just want to say it once, you have to forget about this... Otherwise, the two colleagues next to me from the [Ministry of Magic's Contingency Reversal Department] will also adjust the memories of your family members..."
Petunia, who was hiding behind the Dursleys, finally spoke. She stretched her long duck neck and said with staring eyes, "We forgive him, forgive him...as long as he doesn't come back this summer, and next year's Christmas, Easter... stay in that school, we can..."
"We can prepare to bring him back next summer!"
"Petunia!" Hearing this, Vernon Dursley opened his mouth forcefully, his upper and lower lips were bloody (torn), he gasped, and asked his wife again, "Petunia!"
"can!"
Moody responded lightly, turned around and prepared to leave here.
"Also, and you want to make us change back to everything... everyone... including our neighbors, everyone in this community can't know about it!"
Petunia plucked up her courage and called out to Moody with a trembling voice.
Vernon Dursley also recovered, and he also realized that it seemed to be the most important thing to solve the situation they were in now.
But Moody didn't reply. Instead, the middle-aged bald man seemed to sense that Moody's conversation was over, and walked over and said, "Don't worry about these things...as long as you pretend it didn't happen, we guarantee that no one will notice it."
"We'll all deal with it, the Muggles won't remember it."
"There's nothing going on here per se, is there?"
By the time the Ministry employee was dealing with the Dursleys, Moody had gone far away, and the Muggle shit was none of his business.
The most important thing for him now is to find the trace of the little wizard who ran away from home.
Moody reached into the inside of his suit, and kept pulling out various things of different sizes...a metal detection antenna (surprisingly long), a metal mirror the size of a head, a piece of chocolate, and even a metal Rubik's Cube covered with iron spikes...
He took it as he walked, not paying attention to the excited eyes of the Muggle kid next to him.
"MM, look... a magician!" (However, Moody's appearance really discouraged many interested children)
When Moody finally smiled, he pulled out of his inside pocket a red nose the size of a tennis ball that looked like it was made of plasticine.
mounted on his nose.
"Wow!"
This frightened all the Muggle imps who had been surrounding in the distance to cry and run away.
Moody didn't care, he lowered his head and fiddled with it for a while, and when he raised it up again, the nose was already long, long, like a stretched red carrot.
And look at his ridiculous walking posture, as if being led by that nose.
(Indeed, Moody is being led by that magic prop... along the same path that Harry used to walk)
(That nose-shaped thing is a magic prop, which can smell the traces left by Harry)
Soon, Moody was dragged by that 'nose' to the low wall on Magnolia Crescent Street.
Moody was bent over, sniffing the low wall.
— sniff — sniff!
"Found it!" Moody said softly.
"found it!"
A voice full of justice behind him yelled.
"Hands up, hands up, let me see your hands!" Sounded like a female Muggle.
— Trouble, Moody thought.
"Put down the gun, put down the gun! Claire, put down the gun!" A rough, aged-sounding male voice hurriedly stopped.
Moody turned around.
"Hiss!" The two behind gasped when they saw Moody's 'face'.
--This is just great!
Two Muggles, a fat female Muggle, and a white-bearded, pot-bellied male Muggle, were wearing the same outfit.
Moody knew it was like what the Muggles called the police.
They held up the fire-breathing gadget and shouted to themselves in haste and panic.
"Hands up, hands up!"
Moody looked at a large area of Muggles around him, and felt that he couldn't do anything now, so he canceled the magic that he secretly wanted to cast.
"Sir, I'm not talking about this person!"
"It was a dog that scared my child to cry just now, a big black dog that looks like a stray!"
A skinny female Muggle like a leprosy pole rushed over from behind, pulling a crying little girl, and was talking to the two Muggles.
"I said, why are you still here? That dog has all kinds of fleas and bacteria at a glance. What if it has rabies...and bites someone?!"
The female Muggle was facing the two policemen, spouting spitballs endlessly.
His face was full of excitement, and he didn't care that his daughter was crying.
The fat female policewoman looked patient.
In the end, it was the policeman who comforted the female Muggle, and then said, "Ma'am, look at that man... His outfit, I feel like he escaped from some madhouse in the East End."
"Claire, what hospital is it?"
"It's in Ilford, Goodmeyers Asylum!"
"Oh, there, I've heard of it too..." The female Muggle was a little interested in this topic.
"Okay, we have to quickly control that lunatic...and you guys get out of here quickly, it's very dangerous here."
The female Muggle reluctantly left here.
Soon, the Muggles who watched the excitement here dispersed in twos and threes, but there were still some 'lingering' in the distance.
"Sir, please show your driver's license or ID card!"
The policewoman came over and asked.
The guy in front of him, who was dressed strangely and looked like a clown killer in a movie, was indeed worth asking.
In short, this guy's face alone is a factor worthy of their vigilance.
Moody ignored it, and instead used his magic nose to sniff out that the policewoman had touched Harry.
——She should know where the other party is going!
Looking around, the Muggles had already fled away.
Moody took out his wand and flicked it at the ground.
Then, the Muggles with a radius of hundreds of meters here began to turn around slowly, as if they were hypnotized, they were dazed for a moment, and slowly left here.
Then Moody pointed at the fat policewoman, cast another [Charm], and asked, "Not long ago, did you see a thin boy with a lightning scar on his forehead?"
The fat policewoman replied blankly, "I've seen it!"
"Do you know where he went?"
"I took him to the bus stop and gave him some coins to go home."
"The bus stop? Muggle?"
"Okay, now take me to the bus stop!" said Moody. "By the way, do you know where he took the bus?"
"The Leaky Cauldron!"
"is it?"
"Okay, it's none of your business!"
Moody took back his wand, snapped his fingers, and the fat policewoman obediently returned to the police car, and sat there with the male policeman in a daze.
It wasn't until after Moody left that they came back to their senses. They didn't know what happened just now, but vaguely remembered that they seemed to have dozed off.
dizzy.
At this time, Claire, the fat policewoman, hurriedly shouted at the black shadow jumping out of the street, "What is that?"
"Big black dog?" The male policeman whispered slowly, "How could it be so fast..."
(End of this chapter)
4 a.m., [-] Privet Drive
Vernon and Penny looked furiously at the strange men in black robes.
They used some long sticks to blow out some colorful bubbles in the room, with a fresh scent of lavender, so as to cover the brown-yellow gas coming out of the 'air holes' above and below Maggie.
Dudley Dursley was clutching his bottom, as if afraid that it might fall off.
The [Incidental Reversal Team] staff from the Ministry of Magic felt weird about the strange behavior of these Muggles, especially this little chubby, this Muggle was undoubtedly crazy.
One of them was a balding middle-aged man with thick-bottomed glasses, with a kind expression on his face, wanting to communicate with the Dursleys.
——After all, Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic's direct order is to let this matter go as quietly as possible.
"You're Harry's family, aren't you?" he said.
Dudley whimpered and shrank his body behind Aunt Petunia with great effort. Unfortunately, her thin body couldn't block the horizontally developing flesh behind her at all, at least it was impossible without using magic.
Aunt Petunia closed her mouth so tightly that she almost bled from her bite.
It took her a long time to look away from Maggie (although the 'balloon state' had disappeared, but this plump female Muggle became more swollen, and people could hear hissing and puffing sounds from time to time... It seems that all the inflated gas has not been released).
But Petunia is more afraid and anxious... What will the neighbors of Privet Drive think of their family after knowing this?They had worked so hard to keep their family normal, to hide Harry's eccentricity.
Petunia glanced outside,...for some reason, even though it was midday, Privet Drive was still empty, and no one was looking around to watch the excitement as usual.
"Do you know where Harry Potter went?"
The Dursleys remained silent the entire time, watching all this but not speaking.
After repeated inquiries by the staff of the Ministry of Magic, Vernon finally made a move. He stretched out his hand and protected his family behind him. He gritted his teeth and swollen his cheeks like a frog.
Almost every word popped out between teeth.
"We don't know...that little brat..."
But before he finished speaking, a frightening voice began to come from the streets of Privet Drive, attracting everyone's attention.
pedal, pedal.
A strange man entered the Dursleys unceremoniously.
He was wearing an awkward fuchsia suit, a blue shirt, and a leopard-patterned tie. Although he looked quite normal in his attire, he was unusually sloppy... The tie was crooked, the collar was stained with wine, and his hair was sticking together in strands, gray and white.
With every step the guy took, a hollow sound came from the floor inside the Dursleys' house.
He walked straight through the Aurors who had stretched out their hands to stop him, and came to the Dursleys.
Everyone gasped.
The Dursleys simply backed away. If there were not so many people, and it was broad daylight, they would have thought this guy was a serial killer.
His face is also very similar to those murderous lunatics described in the news.
There were many scars, and the mouth was slanted with a big opening as if it had been cut by a knife, and even a piece of the nose was cut off.
What's even more frightening is its eyes... one big and one small, the big one is big, round like a coin, and it's a vivid bright blue...
It was staring at Vernon.
What made him shudder was that he felt that the eyes were alive.
belch!
Dursley gasped for air, caught it in his throat, and couldn't breathe.
——The eye was indeed alive. After glancing at a few people, it began to turn non-stop, and circled up, down, left, and right, and even turned backwards. They could only see a big white eyeball.
Clutching his ass, Dudley hurried to the closet under the stairs (that's where Harry lived when he was younger).
It's a pity that some things have been piled up there, anyway, the door can't be closed no matter what, Dudley can only pull it desperately, the whole white and yellow old door is trembling under the trembling of the big fart, and it makes a rubbing sound in conjunction with his grinding teeth.
The stranger laughed without hesitation, and the excitement made the eyeball even more frightening, almost being squeezed out of the eye socket.
"Mr. Moody, why are you here!"
The middle-aged wizard who was in charge of communicating with Dursley suppressed his dissatisfaction, forced a smile on his face, and asked who came.
Moody looked contemptuously at the Aurors around him, and how they carefully repaired the damaged furniture and decorations in the Muggle house with magic spells, as well as the 'inflated' female Muggle (seeing this, Moody smiled knowingly, and clicked twice in his mouth). He finally raised his head and said to several people, "You should call me Mad-Eye Moody like you brought two newcomers outside! Don't be so polite...I know what you say behind your back!"
"Actually, I don't care... You newbies, you have never seen what is called a black wizard and a black spell... Now you can only do things like repairing damaged Muggle houses and cleaning up memories! You haven't seen blood at all, and you have seen those inhuman dark witchcraft crime scenes..."
The faces of the Aurors at the scene were very ugly, but Moody didn't care at all, he went on to say
"As for why I came here! Naturally, it is because of our minister and the famous boy that everyone cares about very much!"
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore!"
As he spoke, Moody stared at Vernon Dursley with his strange eyes, and said, "Listen! Muggle, I'm busy and in a hurry, not to mention time is limited..."
"And I have a bad temper. Once I am in a hurry, I will be very irritable. I think you will not make me very unhappy... become very irritable, right?"
Dursley nodded stiffly after Petunia smacked Vernon's waist hard.
"That's right! Good Muggles! So... can you show me where your nephew Harry Potter left this morning?"
Penny's arm seemed to be equipped with a spring, and the arm immediately popped out and pointed in a direction leading to Magnolia Crescent Street.
"Fine, one last thing!"
"For an unfortunate event like this..."
"Unfortunate event? It was a murder... That bastard tried to murder his own aunt, that is, my sister... My sister, he will not forgive, and neither will we." Vernon Dursley jumped up angrily after hearing this sentence. He opened his mouth like a roaring hippopotamus and lost control.
"No! My dear Mr. Muggle! Your sister will forgive, or she won't remember it!"
Moody raised his hand and squeezed it impatiently.
Dursley's plump lips immediately moved up and down, 'buzzing enen' speechless.
The employees of the Ministry of Magic who were working in the room directly turned their heads to look in other directions, pretending not to see it, and finally even walked to the door, leaving only Dursley and Mad-Eye Moody in the room.
Moody said again as if nothing happened, "I just want to say it once, you have to forget about this... Otherwise, the two colleagues next to me from the [Ministry of Magic's Contingency Reversal Department] will also adjust the memories of your family members..."
Petunia, who was hiding behind the Dursleys, finally spoke. She stretched her long duck neck and said with staring eyes, "We forgive him, forgive him...as long as he doesn't come back this summer, and next year's Christmas, Easter... stay in that school, we can..."
"We can prepare to bring him back next summer!"
"Petunia!" Hearing this, Vernon Dursley opened his mouth forcefully, his upper and lower lips were bloody (torn), he gasped, and asked his wife again, "Petunia!"
"can!"
Moody responded lightly, turned around and prepared to leave here.
"Also, and you want to make us change back to everything... everyone... including our neighbors, everyone in this community can't know about it!"
Petunia plucked up her courage and called out to Moody with a trembling voice.
Vernon Dursley also recovered, and he also realized that it seemed to be the most important thing to solve the situation they were in now.
But Moody didn't reply. Instead, the middle-aged bald man seemed to sense that Moody's conversation was over, and walked over and said, "Don't worry about these things...as long as you pretend it didn't happen, we guarantee that no one will notice it."
"We'll all deal with it, the Muggles won't remember it."
"There's nothing going on here per se, is there?"
By the time the Ministry employee was dealing with the Dursleys, Moody had gone far away, and the Muggle shit was none of his business.
The most important thing for him now is to find the trace of the little wizard who ran away from home.
Moody reached into the inside of his suit, and kept pulling out various things of different sizes...a metal detection antenna (surprisingly long), a metal mirror the size of a head, a piece of chocolate, and even a metal Rubik's Cube covered with iron spikes...
He took it as he walked, not paying attention to the excited eyes of the Muggle kid next to him.
"MM, look... a magician!" (However, Moody's appearance really discouraged many interested children)
When Moody finally smiled, he pulled out of his inside pocket a red nose the size of a tennis ball that looked like it was made of plasticine.
mounted on his nose.
"Wow!"
This frightened all the Muggle imps who had been surrounding in the distance to cry and run away.
Moody didn't care, he lowered his head and fiddled with it for a while, and when he raised it up again, the nose was already long, long, like a stretched red carrot.
And look at his ridiculous walking posture, as if being led by that nose.
(Indeed, Moody is being led by that magic prop... along the same path that Harry used to walk)
(That nose-shaped thing is a magic prop, which can smell the traces left by Harry)
Soon, Moody was dragged by that 'nose' to the low wall on Magnolia Crescent Street.
Moody was bent over, sniffing the low wall.
— sniff — sniff!
"Found it!" Moody said softly.
"found it!"
A voice full of justice behind him yelled.
"Hands up, hands up, let me see your hands!" Sounded like a female Muggle.
— Trouble, Moody thought.
"Put down the gun, put down the gun! Claire, put down the gun!" A rough, aged-sounding male voice hurriedly stopped.
Moody turned around.
"Hiss!" The two behind gasped when they saw Moody's 'face'.
--This is just great!
Two Muggles, a fat female Muggle, and a white-bearded, pot-bellied male Muggle, were wearing the same outfit.
Moody knew it was like what the Muggles called the police.
They held up the fire-breathing gadget and shouted to themselves in haste and panic.
"Hands up, hands up!"
Moody looked at a large area of Muggles around him, and felt that he couldn't do anything now, so he canceled the magic that he secretly wanted to cast.
"Sir, I'm not talking about this person!"
"It was a dog that scared my child to cry just now, a big black dog that looks like a stray!"
A skinny female Muggle like a leprosy pole rushed over from behind, pulling a crying little girl, and was talking to the two Muggles.
"I said, why are you still here? That dog has all kinds of fleas and bacteria at a glance. What if it has rabies...and bites someone?!"
The female Muggle was facing the two policemen, spouting spitballs endlessly.
His face was full of excitement, and he didn't care that his daughter was crying.
The fat female policewoman looked patient.
In the end, it was the policeman who comforted the female Muggle, and then said, "Ma'am, look at that man... His outfit, I feel like he escaped from some madhouse in the East End."
"Claire, what hospital is it?"
"It's in Ilford, Goodmeyers Asylum!"
"Oh, there, I've heard of it too..." The female Muggle was a little interested in this topic.
"Okay, we have to quickly control that lunatic...and you guys get out of here quickly, it's very dangerous here."
The female Muggle reluctantly left here.
Soon, the Muggles who watched the excitement here dispersed in twos and threes, but there were still some 'lingering' in the distance.
"Sir, please show your driver's license or ID card!"
The policewoman came over and asked.
The guy in front of him, who was dressed strangely and looked like a clown killer in a movie, was indeed worth asking.
In short, this guy's face alone is a factor worthy of their vigilance.
Moody ignored it, and instead used his magic nose to sniff out that the policewoman had touched Harry.
——She should know where the other party is going!
Looking around, the Muggles had already fled away.
Moody took out his wand and flicked it at the ground.
Then, the Muggles with a radius of hundreds of meters here began to turn around slowly, as if they were hypnotized, they were dazed for a moment, and slowly left here.
Then Moody pointed at the fat policewoman, cast another [Charm], and asked, "Not long ago, did you see a thin boy with a lightning scar on his forehead?"
The fat policewoman replied blankly, "I've seen it!"
"Do you know where he went?"
"I took him to the bus stop and gave him some coins to go home."
"The bus stop? Muggle?"
"Okay, now take me to the bus stop!" said Moody. "By the way, do you know where he took the bus?"
"The Leaky Cauldron!"
"is it?"
"Okay, it's none of your business!"
Moody took back his wand, snapped his fingers, and the fat policewoman obediently returned to the police car, and sat there with the male policeman in a daze.
It wasn't until after Moody left that they came back to their senses. They didn't know what happened just now, but vaguely remembered that they seemed to have dozed off.
dizzy.
At this time, Claire, the fat policewoman, hurriedly shouted at the black shadow jumping out of the street, "What is that?"
"Big black dog?" The male policeman whispered slowly, "How could it be so fast..."
(End of this chapter)
