Chapter 512 Moody...Grandpa?
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Why are you all looking at me? I'm a little embarrassed."
A witch with eye-catching purple hair and a good-looking face accepted the gaze of everyone in the room without any hint of shyness in her tone.
"Stop messing around, change back, Nymphadora." There was a thumping sound on the ground from behind, and a harsh, hard voice reprimanded in a low voice.
"I told you, even if you are Moody, you must respect me and call me Tonks!" the witch complained, puffed her lips, and her face magically began to change, turning back to what Soul and Hermione had seen before. The girl who passed by.
Nymphadora Tonks is a new Auror who has been an intern in the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic for two and a half years and has finally become a full-time Auror.
The reason why she didn't want others to call her by her first name but preferred to be called by her last name was that the word Nifa was an unsightly word.
"Hi, hello." Tonks, who had returned to her normal form, smiled and waved to the people dining.
"Oh, stay out of the way, let's go, Tonks, I'm very hungry after a busy day, and I need my wife to replenish my energy with the dishes carefully prepared by me." Arthur Weasley's voice also rang.
"Glad to see you're okay, Mr. Bones."
"Thank you, Mr. Weasley."
Nymphadora Tonks had already jumped up to Hermione lively, grabbed a fork and rolled up the long bacon fried on the table, rolled it into a quilt shape and stuffed it into her mouth, using the other hand He holds the slices of bread and stuffs them into his mouth at the same time.
The strange thing is that Tonks ate up so much food without any effort at all.
Hermione was okay, Ginny looked a little shaken.
Tonks used her animagus powers to make her mouth very large.
This girl is really... eclectic.
Another person came in after Arthur Weasley. Sirius had already left the table and hugged this thin, frail-looking man.
"Are you okay? Remus."
Regardless of the two good friends who were embracing passionately, Soul looked behind Remus Lupin, where there was a tall dark-skinned wizard, who should also be an Auror.
This wizard who is suspected to have the blood of an African good friend should be called Kingsley Shacklebolt.
He was the last one, and no one came in after him.
Mrs. Weasley left her seat and entered the kitchen. There was a clanking sound. There were so many people coming during meal time, and the food she was measuring out was obviously not enough.
The originally small table was obviously a little crowded after a few more people were added to it, but it was not a big problem. Magic could solve this problem.
"Little Bones." Alastor Moody approached Soul and said softly, "Do you have time?"
Suer looked over in confusion, but nodded, left his seat, and followed the professor who had been their professor for a year but was imprisoned for a year out of this room that was not originally used for a restaurant.
The fact that Moody left with Soul attracted the attention of everyone in the room, but everyone quickly shifted their attention.
Hermione was curious about why Moody asked Soul to go out alone. She had briefly met Tonks with Soul before, but when she asked Tonks, the older child shook his head with his mouth full of food, and also I don't know if she doesn't know, or if she knows, but can't tell.
Sur, who walked to another small room on this floor, felt a little awkward at this time, because Moody's eyes glanced up and down at him for a long time.
"You are more like your mother." After a long time, Moody spoke, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, "The eyes are more like your father."
"Did Dumbledore tell you about them?"
Soul nodded, but before he spoke, Moody spoke again.
"Your father and I are very good friends. He is very good, very good..."
"Although I am old enough to be your father's father." Moody's face twitched when he said this, as if he wanted to make a smile, but this 'smile' made his face even more terrifying.
A trace of sadness flashed in the remaining dark eyes.
"They made an extremely outstanding contribution to the fight against Voldemort. I'm sorry, kid, when I received the news and rushed over, I tried my best to speed up, but I was still late in the end, but fortunately, you were The Bones house elves sent it out.”
Su Er looked at this old man who was somewhat sad and self-blaming. The past has passed, but the hatred will not disappear. If the man who killed him and his parents is still alive, then he will definitely retaliate in kind. This is what he will become after he becomes him Just bear the responsibility.
duty-bound.
If the man had died, then it would be reasonable for Lu Dan to bear the price.
right?
"I heard Professor Dumbledore say that I...my father once wanted you to be my godfather?" Sule changed the topic aloud.
"Oh, that's what happened." Moody nodded, and the blue magic eye turned around in a circle, then got stuck in one direction.
"Damn, after being worn by that little thief, there will always be some problems with this magic eye. Wait a moment."
After saying that, Moody actually reached out and pulled off his eye, which was accompanied by a harsh crunching sound.
Soul watched calmly as Moody took off the eyes, took out a piece of cloth from the pocket of the wizard's robe, wiped it and stuffed it back, and breathed a secret sigh of relief.
To be honest, the scene of taking the eyes out of their sockets, combined with some not-so-bright rooms, is quite hellish.
The reloaded magic eye is obviously much smoother, at least it is not stuck.
"Didn't it scare you? Child?" Moody asked with concern, and received a silent shake of his head from Suer.
"Where did we talk just now? Yes, yes, your father once wanted me to be your godfather, but I refused."
"That guy didn't even look at me being old enough to be your grandfather." Moody's voice contained a hint of joy. This was one of the few memories he had that could be considered happy.
"I know what he is doing, but I am too dangerous to drag your family into danger. Countless people hate me, are afraid of me, and want to kill me. I am destined to not die a good death."
When he said these words, Moody was very calm. Sur could feel that he was ready to die, and he could also feel the countless unknown past hidden under Moody's calm tone.
"Actually, if you had promised my father, I wouldn't mind having another powerful junior." Suer didn't know what to say, so he could only tell Moody this way.
Maybe it would make this good man, who is covered with scars from the inside out, feel better when he is being carried in a sedan chair and secretly flattering himself?
In fact, Sur's words did make Moody happy for a moment.
"You are indeed very similar to your father. He advised me the same way at the time." Moody laughed and shook his head slightly.
"I heard from Dumbledore and Severus that you are no weaker than some Aurors."
"It's a pity that I still can't beat Professor Snape." Soul shook his head humbly.
"There is no need to be modest. That Severus guy is more than ten years older than you. He has experienced turbulent times. His fighting wisdom is very powerful. Even I can't say that I can defeat him. Since he thinks you are excellent, Then you are excellent and there is nothing to argue with."
Moody said,
"If you weren't good enough, Dumbledore wouldn't have entrusted me to do this."
A witch with eye-catching purple hair and a good-looking face accepted the gaze of everyone in the room without any hint of shyness in her tone.
"Stop messing around, change back, Nymphadora." There was a thumping sound on the ground from behind, and a harsh, hard voice reprimanded in a low voice.
"I told you, even if you are Moody, you must respect me and call me Tonks!" the witch complained, puffed her lips, and her face magically began to change, turning back to what Soul and Hermione had seen before. The girl who passed by.
Nymphadora Tonks is a new Auror who has been an intern in the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic for two and a half years and has finally become a full-time Auror.
The reason why she didn't want others to call her by her first name but preferred to be called by her last name was that the word Nifa was an unsightly word.
"Hi, hello." Tonks, who had returned to her normal form, smiled and waved to the people dining.
"Oh, stay out of the way, let's go, Tonks, I'm very hungry after a busy day, and I need my wife to replenish my energy with the dishes carefully prepared by me." Arthur Weasley's voice also rang.
"Glad to see you're okay, Mr. Bones."
"Thank you, Mr. Weasley."
Nymphadora Tonks had already jumped up to Hermione lively, grabbed a fork and rolled up the long bacon fried on the table, rolled it into a quilt shape and stuffed it into her mouth, using the other hand He holds the slices of bread and stuffs them into his mouth at the same time.
The strange thing is that Tonks ate up so much food without any effort at all.
Hermione was okay, Ginny looked a little shaken.
Tonks used her animagus powers to make her mouth very large.
This girl is really... eclectic.
Another person came in after Arthur Weasley. Sirius had already left the table and hugged this thin, frail-looking man.
"Are you okay? Remus."
Regardless of the two good friends who were embracing passionately, Soul looked behind Remus Lupin, where there was a tall dark-skinned wizard, who should also be an Auror.
This wizard who is suspected to have the blood of an African good friend should be called Kingsley Shacklebolt.
He was the last one, and no one came in after him.
Mrs. Weasley left her seat and entered the kitchen. There was a clanking sound. There were so many people coming during meal time, and the food she was measuring out was obviously not enough.
The originally small table was obviously a little crowded after a few more people were added to it, but it was not a big problem. Magic could solve this problem.
"Little Bones." Alastor Moody approached Soul and said softly, "Do you have time?"
Suer looked over in confusion, but nodded, left his seat, and followed the professor who had been their professor for a year but was imprisoned for a year out of this room that was not originally used for a restaurant.
The fact that Moody left with Soul attracted the attention of everyone in the room, but everyone quickly shifted their attention.
Hermione was curious about why Moody asked Soul to go out alone. She had briefly met Tonks with Soul before, but when she asked Tonks, the older child shook his head with his mouth full of food, and also I don't know if she doesn't know, or if she knows, but can't tell.
Sur, who walked to another small room on this floor, felt a little awkward at this time, because Moody's eyes glanced up and down at him for a long time.
"You are more like your mother." After a long time, Moody spoke, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, "The eyes are more like your father."
"Did Dumbledore tell you about them?"
Soul nodded, but before he spoke, Moody spoke again.
"Your father and I are very good friends. He is very good, very good..."
"Although I am old enough to be your father's father." Moody's face twitched when he said this, as if he wanted to make a smile, but this 'smile' made his face even more terrifying.
A trace of sadness flashed in the remaining dark eyes.
"They made an extremely outstanding contribution to the fight against Voldemort. I'm sorry, kid, when I received the news and rushed over, I tried my best to speed up, but I was still late in the end, but fortunately, you were The Bones house elves sent it out.”
Su Er looked at this old man who was somewhat sad and self-blaming. The past has passed, but the hatred will not disappear. If the man who killed him and his parents is still alive, then he will definitely retaliate in kind. This is what he will become after he becomes him Just bear the responsibility.
duty-bound.
If the man had died, then it would be reasonable for Lu Dan to bear the price.
right?
"I heard Professor Dumbledore say that I...my father once wanted you to be my godfather?" Sule changed the topic aloud.
"Oh, that's what happened." Moody nodded, and the blue magic eye turned around in a circle, then got stuck in one direction.
"Damn, after being worn by that little thief, there will always be some problems with this magic eye. Wait a moment."
After saying that, Moody actually reached out and pulled off his eye, which was accompanied by a harsh crunching sound.
Soul watched calmly as Moody took off the eyes, took out a piece of cloth from the pocket of the wizard's robe, wiped it and stuffed it back, and breathed a secret sigh of relief.
To be honest, the scene of taking the eyes out of their sockets, combined with some not-so-bright rooms, is quite hellish.
The reloaded magic eye is obviously much smoother, at least it is not stuck.
"Didn't it scare you? Child?" Moody asked with concern, and received a silent shake of his head from Suer.
"Where did we talk just now? Yes, yes, your father once wanted me to be your godfather, but I refused."
"That guy didn't even look at me being old enough to be your grandfather." Moody's voice contained a hint of joy. This was one of the few memories he had that could be considered happy.
"I know what he is doing, but I am too dangerous to drag your family into danger. Countless people hate me, are afraid of me, and want to kill me. I am destined to not die a good death."
When he said these words, Moody was very calm. Sur could feel that he was ready to die, and he could also feel the countless unknown past hidden under Moody's calm tone.
"Actually, if you had promised my father, I wouldn't mind having another powerful junior." Suer didn't know what to say, so he could only tell Moody this way.
Maybe it would make this good man, who is covered with scars from the inside out, feel better when he is being carried in a sedan chair and secretly flattering himself?
In fact, Sur's words did make Moody happy for a moment.
"You are indeed very similar to your father. He advised me the same way at the time." Moody laughed and shook his head slightly.
"I heard from Dumbledore and Severus that you are no weaker than some Aurors."
"It's a pity that I still can't beat Professor Snape." Soul shook his head humbly.
"There is no need to be modest. That Severus guy is more than ten years older than you. He has experienced turbulent times. His fighting wisdom is very powerful. Even I can't say that I can defeat him. Since he thinks you are excellent, Then you are excellent and there is nothing to argue with."
Moody said,
"If you weren't good enough, Dumbledore wouldn't have entrusted me to do this."
