Chapter 243 Return, Little Barty's 'Death'

Inside Hogwarts, Moody took Harry to his office.

He opened the door and asked Harry to sit down, but unfortunately his heart was so focused on Harry that he had no time to observe his mirror.

Otherwise he would have found a man with a wand pointing at him and a cat in his office.

"Let me see your wound," Moody said to Harry.

Harry raised his hand. "The cup is a portkey. Someone has put a spell on it."

"How it feels, how he looks." Moody looked up.

"Who?" Harry asked confused.

"Dark Lord." Moody stood up and stared at Harry.

"I don't know, it felt like she entered one of those horrible dreams, and something went wrong with her magic and she turned into a woman," Harry shook his head.

"A woman, how is that possible!" Moody was very excited.

At the same time, his face began to distort and he turned his head away hastily, not daring to look at Harry.

He felt the hip flask in his pocket, but there was no liquid in it.

He ran outside and rummaged through the box, but the Polyjuice Potion that had been placed inside had been stolen by two thieves.

"Is there anyone else in the cemetery?" Moody asked.

"I...I didn't say anything about the cemetery." Harry realized something was wrong.

"Dragons are really magical animals, aren't they?" Moody walked over.

"Do you think that big fool would have taken you to see the dragon without my reminder?"

Moody opened the cabinet like crazy and took out the bottles and jars, breaking many of them in the process.

"Do you think that lowly house-elf would have gone looking for it if I hadn't been discussing Gillweed with Mag in the office?"

Moody failed to find the potion and could only turn around and look at Harry viciously.

"Do you think that without my careful arrangements, you would be able to reach the end and get the trophy?"

Moody moved his squirming face closer to Harry and licked his lips.

"You are the culprit! It was you who put my name into the Goblet of Fire, and it was you who cast the spell on Krum, but..."

Harry sobbed, with confusion on his face, looking a little tearful.

"But...we arranged for you to go to the cemetery tonight. Now your blood is flowing in the Dark Lord's body."

The magic eyes in Moody's eyes were squeezed out, and his face changed even more.

Harry was frightened by the scene and shrank into the corner.

"Now, think of the reward the Dark Lord will give me if I get rid of you!"

Moody took out his wand and pointed it at Harry.

"Expelliarmus!", "Shock!", "Hypnotize!"

The man and the cat used various abilities and spells on Moody at the same time, and Moody was pressed into the chair.

At the same time, the two extraordinary beings from the audience channel seamlessly completed the control over him.

"Bang" the office door was blown open and Dumbledore rushed in with his men.

Dumbledore was stunned when he saw the scene in the office.

"Miss Greengrass, why are you here?" Dumbledore asked.

"It was arranged by some lazy guy." Arthur shrugged.

"Miss Greengrass? Doesn't the Greengrass family only have two daughters?" Now it was Snape's turn to be stunned.

"Some secrets," Dumbledore said casually. "Give him some Veritaserum."

"I think that's not necessary, Mr. Principal. We've already taken care of it. You can ask any questions you have."

Arthuri stroked Lada's fur in her arms, and Lada scratched her ears and yawned.

"Who am I?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Albus Dumbledore," the fake Moody replied.

"Are you Moody?", "No" ..... "Where is he, in this room?"

The fake Moody raised his eyes with difficulty and looked at the box next to him.

With a flick of Arthursie's wand, the box was disassembled and reassembled according to a strange route, and finally all the seven layers of mechanisms inside were opened.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape leaned over to take a look and discovered Alastor Moody lying under the box.

"How do you know how to use this thing?" Snape looked at Arthursie.

"From Knockturn Alley, Professor." Arthurie shrugged.

Snape frowned at her address, but said nothing.

"Are you all right, Alastor?" Dumbledore immediately climbed into the box and covered Moody with a blanket.

"I'm so sorry, Albus," Moody sighed.

"Moody is here, then who is this?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

At this moment, Moody, who was locked in the chair by Arthursie, began to shake violently, and his entire face seemed to melt.

Soon, a handsome young man appeared in the chair.

"Barty Crouch, II." Dumbledore read out the name of the young man in front of him.

The severe pain caused by the Polyjuice Potion broke Barty Jr. out of Arthursie's hypnosis. He stood up with a roar and tried to pounce on Harry.

A silver dragon's tail stretched out from behind, wrapped around his neck, and dragged him back to the chair.

"!!!" Harry looked at the owner of the tail in disbelief.

"Aiden!!" He rushed forward and hugged Aiden.

This made the psychologist who was holding a cat next to him snort coldly.

"How did you manage to stay alive?" Harry asked.

"Just a little trick." Aiden winked.

"How is it possible? How could you be alive? Did the Dark Lord fail?" Batty looked at Aiden in disbelief.

"Well, nice to meet you, Doc." Aiden suddenly said something without any context.

"I'm giving you a suggestion. You'd better let me go quickly. When that adult comes back, I'll be a hero." Little Batty laughed arrogantly.

"Of course you will!" Aiden pushed up his monocle.

He took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on little Batty. At the same time, a virtual personality climbed onto little Batty's island of consciousness and the manipulation was completed.

As soon as the tail exerted force, little Barty fainted in the chair.

"Go to the Owlery and tell them that a fugitive has escaped from Azkaban," Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall.

Then he took Harry and went to the infirmary. Professor Snape glanced at them and turned away.

Arthuri put Rada down and prepared to leave.

"Arthur." Aiden hurriedly called her.

"What's wrong?" Arthur turned his head and looked at Aiden strangely.

"Next time... let's go to Diagon Alley together if we have the chance." Long smiled.

"Okay." Arthursi smiled back at Aiden and then walked out of the office door.

At noon, Fudge broke into Hogwarts with the Dementors. Knowing Fudge's nature of keeping a secret, Aiden had already handed little Barty over to Arthursie to take away.

The Dementor gave the condemned prisoner a kiss before being hurried back to Azkaban by the Smiter.

In the hospital wing, Sirius accompanied Harry.

"I said, this is not Voldemort at all, it's just that the kid is too tired. Besides, what he said on the field is not entirely true. Look, isn't Mr. Prewett alive and well?"

Fudge refused to believe Harry and Dumbledore's words and played ostrich.

Helplessly, Dumbledore pulled Fudge out of the hospital wing, and through the closed door he could still hear their heated argument.

"Heh, politician." Sirius snorted sarcastically.

"Sirius." Harry called him when he woke up.

"Harry, I'm here." Sirius went up and held Harry's hand.

"Sirius, you need to teach Harry Occlumency." Aiden emerged from thin air.

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"Has he always been so elusive?" Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry.

"Always." Harry laughed.