Chapter 370: Moody (modified, thanks to "I'm Really Not Rich 2" ...

"Little Batty? Crouch." Allen definitely judged the identity of the person.

He uses perceptual magic, searching for information from Little Crouch and Moody ’s hair just obtained.

The result that appeared on the light curtain was Moody who hurried from the hospital to his office.

Then Moody is posing as Crouch Jr., no doubt.

As Little Crouch regained his true appearance, the hair on the ceremony of the magic of detection by Allen also changed from golden to brown.

Batty Crouch Jr. and his father, Mr. Batty Crouch, look very similar.

It's just a very different look. Mr. Crouch had a serious face, and this little Crouch, even his hair, revealed a stubborn fanaticism.

He kicked the prosthetic leg very impatiently, with cruelty and madness in his eyes, and then braced his hands by the side of the box and jumped to the bottom of the box.

Hearing the sound, the real mad eye Han Alasto Moody, who was lying motionless on the ground, opened his eyes. His description was very embarrassed, and the black blood stain almost covered half of his face.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Crouch's scattered hair. "Are you plucked?"

He laughed loudly and coughed violently.

Crouch Jr. was obviously irritated. He strode toward Moody, who was curled up on the ground, and kicked hard.

Moody sent out an ambiguous curse, which made little Crouch's expression even more fierce.

He took out his wand and pointed it at Moody, "Drilling."

Moody clenched his teeth and endured the pain of his body, lying there dead.

Little Crouch's eyes gradually went crazy, "Drilling."

Moody couldn't help but groaned in the nasal cavity and made a meaningless sound, his body twitched with extreme pain and restraint.

His fists were clenched tightly, pale nails and fingers were stained with red spots-but as a very famous in the 1970s, he successfully brought back all the Aurors who became Death Eaters The gold medal Auror, obviously this kind of heart-draining spell is not fatal to him for the time being. In fact, most of the injuries he has suffered are a direct reflection of this will.

"Alan Harris, when my master returns, I must let him hand you over to me, and then I will draw all your nerves, so that you can become a puppet alive, not to survive, not to die . "

"Alan Harris? Ha, haha, you can't even beat a Quidditch player. You still want to engage in things under Dumbledore's eyelids. I'm waiting for you to be executed by the dementors!" Mudishysteri Laughed.

"You give up, there are many Death Eaters under my master, and I will find the right helper."

Crouch was another biting heart, and then no longer ignored Moody, who was trembling with pain, and returned to the office from the box.

He picked up a curved wine bottle, took a big sip, and gradually, he turned into Moody again.

Allen got the answer he wanted, and dispelled the magic of perception, leaving the perception room.

In the lobby on the first floor, he accidentally saw his mother and sister.

They were talking excitedly around an old bronze trumpet gramophone.

"Mom, Daisy, how do you have this gramophone?" Allen seemed to see the gramophone in the room where he responded when he studied "The Secret of the Soul".

"Hermione's parents appointed Dobby to send it home as a return gift. Daisy felt that this gramophone was more compatible with this hall. We moved in. It is said that it is still antique in the Muggle world and was made in France!" Morgan Le Fay laughed. .

"The French EMI brass trumpet flower hand-held phonograph, produced in 1910, has a long history, but it is really beautiful!" Daisy likes this ancient feeling.

"Shall we listen to its sound effects?" Allen picked up the black film next to it and placed it on the phonograph.

The melody of steel and soft flowing out, the violin leads the melody in a high-key and restrained manner, like a woman stepping on a tango dance step, with a noble pace and an attitude of arrogance to everything, refusing and entangled with the partner.

"Tango music" porunacabeza ", which I played when I was listening to Professor Keruidi Bubagi at the Muggle study class at Hogwarts." Daisy finished speaking and humming softly with the music.

Allen flipped through the films, which contained a lot of jazz music and tango. It seemed that Hermione ’s dentist parents were more sentimental.

"Maybe while my daughter is going to school at Hogwarts, she often jumps at home with such a piece of music." Alan couldn't help but speculate slightly, "but it seems that Hermione doesn't have a brother afterwards. Sister? "

He calmed down and enjoyed a few tracks again. After saying hello, Allen left the tower and returned to Hogwarts.

A feather letter suddenly appeared in front of him.

Allen opened the envelope and pulled out the Phoenix tail feather on the letter.

"White chocolate wand." Other than that, there was nothing.

Allen understood at once that this was the password to enter the principal's office.

After looking at the time, Allen walked directly to the principal's office.

"White chocolate wand." Allen said, and the ugly stone beast guarding the principal's room jumped aside, and Allen jumped onto the automatically rotating escalator.

Allen held the brass door knocker in the shape of a sphinx, and opened the shiny oak door.

The fine silverware was placed on the slender-legged table again, spinning quietly, spraying smoke. The portraits of former school principals and boys are snoring in the picture frame, leaning their heads lazily on the armchair or leaning against the portrait.

"Alan Harris, what is the wind blowing you? I want to thank you for the useless mysterious mysterious grandson, leaving us hope for the Black family." Phineas was always lazy. Attitude, said seriously.

"You're welcome, Sirius has given me enough rewards." Alan responded politely, and didn't lose the courtesy because the other party was just a portrait. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

Bright green flames suddenly popped into the empty fireplace, and Dumbledore's tall figure emerged from the fire.

"Good evening, Allen. Maybe we need some custard biscuits and white chocolate wands." Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace and invited Allen to sit across from the long table.

Allen watched the two foods fly to the long table, but had no appetite at all.

Alan looked at Dumbledore suspiciously. Dumbledore looked as if he didn't perceive the look of Alan's probe.

"Mr. Harris, the school director has no right to punish the professor." Dumbledore again commanded a silver iron kettle to fly, and automatically poured two glasses of pumpkin juice for them.

"Just as the professor has no right to corporal punish the students." Allen picked up the pumpkin juice, sniffed gently, and took a sip.

"Let's stop talking about these meaningless things first." Allen pinched a brown hair and put it in front of Dumbledore.

"This is—" Dumbledore held his glasses.

"Professor Moody's hair, or Batty Crouch's hair." Allen watched Dumbledore's expression deepen. Obviously the other party would not show such an expression just because of a Death Eater. It is thought of the deeper meaning contained in it.

"He mixed into the school, the purpose was obvious, it was Harry." Allen stared at Dumbledore.

Those custard cookies and chocolate bars were forgotten aside.

"Do you know the spell that uses the blood of the enemy to resurrect?" Allen told the other party the answer directly through the question.

"Of course, he must want to use the three witches to make Harry out of my sight. He must want Harry to play." Dumbledore's hands folded and he held his chin.