Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Are you too aggressive? Mr. Moody, or—Mr. Crouch?" In Moody's office, Malfoy put his hands on Moody's old desk, his tone was a little low, he said His gray eyes met Moody's demonic eyes unceremoniously, questioning the man in front of him, as if their identities were not teachers and students at all.

"I just took a class that I should be taking normally." Moody sat in the chair and said slowly, "This is the behavior that "he" will do, a person with a sense of justice but a Not pedantic people," he added.

"Don't worry, my dear partner, I will not reveal it, my disguise is perfect, under the power of the Imperius Curse, the old man has already said everything, I clearly understand his daily behavior, every little detail. I didn't let it go. He used to use his curved wine bottle, his tone of voice, etc. I spent a lot of time imitating it. You can see this from Dumbledore's actions. He really I've become his former comrade-in-arms." Moody said proudly. "I felt his unguarded embrace when I took over, and I really wanted to..."

"Then I may be able to collect the body for you, and then the master's plan will be complete. You are also a sinner." Malfoy said coldly.

"Don't say that, we have to think in a good direction." Moody said in a soothing tone, "Of course the master's plan is the first priority, but you also have to understand me, it's quite hard to go undercover in this school. , just kidding."

Moody was playing with the small object in his hand with one hand at this time. He was not as nervous as he said, and was immersed in an emotion similar to enjoyment. From the current definition, this should be his trophy. In place of the poor old man, he got everything he had.

"We need to keep a low profile, okay?" Malfoy said solemnly.

"On the contrary." Moody raised his eyebrows, "We need to be as high-profile as possible to attract everyone's attention, so that we can have a chance to realize our plan, we want to take away the limelight of the savior and let everyone pay attention. Put it on us so he doesn't get too much attention."

"Dumbledore is not a fool!" Malfoy stared at Moody.

"But he was a person first, and as long as he is a person, he will make mistakes." Moody's pair of magic eyes began to turn wildly again, which seemed to symbolize his flying thoughts.

"He is not a mediocre person. If the person who can fight against the master is a mediocre person, it will be an insult to the master, but he also cannot understand everything, and his thinking will always have limitations. After many years, he will change his body and become his old friend, and if I show some stage fright, maybe it will arouse his suspicion, won't it?"

"Uh, sorry, it looks like I have to refill some medicine." Moody said suddenly, and then hurriedly limped to a corner of the office, where two tin boxes were quietly placed.

He bent down, opened one of the boxes, and took something out of it—it was a brown glass bottle filled with liquid, and the wooden prosthetic leg in place of the bad leg kicked the other box by the way. , making a dull metallic shaking sound.

There are seven locks on it, and obviously, what is inside should be the real Moody.

"Of course, I also have to say that the compound decoction is really bad. It smells of bugs." Moody said with some disgust, but he opened the cork and forced himself to drink it, and the Adam's apple kept going. scroll.

"How long has this old guy not washed his hair?" He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then frowned in disgust, but quickly stretched out, "Of course, I can still accept these costs, this guy's body It’s still not bad. Although it’s a little old, it’s a little old, and there are not many good parts on it, but this eye is really useful. It can see through almost all falsehoods, and there are almost no illusions wherever the eyes go. It’s really wonderful. taste.

' said Moody intoxicated.

"How about it, do you want some?" Moody asked tentatively, holding the brown bottle aloft, as if to hand it to Malfoy.

"I don't have the habit of indirectly kissing old men, and I don't want to become blind and lame." Malfoy refused coldly.

"Then you really broke the heart of your colleague." Moody said regretfully, and then changed the conversation: "But in this way, my sacrifice is still quite big."

"That's for the greater good, too," Malfoy responded with what Moody's class had said.

"Of course, for the greater good, for the master's return, I have no turning back." Moody nodded and said.

"Have you figured out how to break through Dumbledore's magic?" Moody asked suddenly, deciding not to talk about that topic and starting to ponder, "In order to get his attention, you have to behave like a game. Bright enough."

"You'd better worry about other things, like how you're going to let the Savior survive into the last game." Malfoy

"Yes, I am very confident in you." Moody put on a smile at this time, "Of course, in order to make your performance more prominent, I will also help you appropriately."

"Ludo Bagman has been completely bought by me." Malfoy said lightly.

"That's funny." Moody gave a surprised look, then snapped his fingers and gave a complicated smile.

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Clearly, the Goblet of Fire's unlimited age limit excited the younger students, who began to do their best to break through Dumbledore's defenses.

Of course, they are now limited to guessing what Dumbledore's magic will look like, because in order to reflect the fairness of the screening moment, the process of putting one's name into the Goblet of Fire must wait until Durmstrang and Beauxbatton's teachers and students It can only be held after coming to Hogwarts.

One morning, the four long dining tables were still full of this type of discussion.

Ravenclaw students have even begun to analyze what kind of spell Dumbledore might use to stop them, most of Hufflepuff's students are guessing who will represent their house, and the students of Slytherin. It was discussing how to bypass Dumbledore's test. As for Gryffindor, the most thought is to make a frontal breakthrough.

"Oh, naive children, has Dumbledore's abilities been degraded to this point in people's eyes now?" A rough voice interjected bluntly.

"Hello, Professor Moody!" The people around the table stood up immediately and said respectfully.

Moody has won the respect of almost all students in just one or two classes, not only because of his high teaching level, but also because of his previous status. It is also because of him that the students know the wizards who are fighting on the front line. How dangerous it is, usually faced with so many curses.

"I don't want to disturb your meal," Moody said.

"We were just joking just now." The twin brothers lowered their heads and said at this time. They spoke a little loudly just now, and they were still thinking that if they could break through, they would use their experience to earn some gold Galleons.

Things like making a "badge", after wearing it, the magic of Dumbledore will be unimpeded, and it is no wonder that Moody will be a little disdainful after hearing it.

"I think so too, I heard that you two usually like to play pranks, and Professor McGonagall often has a headache about it." Moody paused, then continued: "Of course, in my class you seem to be more honest. ' Moody's eyes trembled slightly in their sockets.

"Of course!" Fred and George patted their chests proudly at the same time.

Harry on the side also looked at Moody with admiration. This man's teaching method was a little different from Lupin's, but he was equally good.

It was even said that, in some respects, this unsmiling man was more successful than Lupin as a teacher.

This man successfully stimulated the students' enthusiasm for learning - from the perspective of a "man", he made them feel what it means to take responsibility and bear.

The lesson against the Imperius Curse also benefited them a lot.

The one-day course was over in a blink of an eye, and an ordinary day was about to pass.

"Isn't this Mr. Malfoy, who spent a lot of money and helped their academy win last year's Quidditch Championship? What? Did the map we gave you last time didn't work? Or are you looking for us for something else?" Fred was annoyed said he was still haunted by the fact that they lost the Quidditch match last year.

At this time, the twins Malfoy and Weasley were standing by an aisle on the fourth floor of the castle, and the former stopped the two behind

"What are you doing to me! George!" Fred suddenly twisted his body and thumped his right hand towards the ground.

"Don't you want to make our dreams come true? Why don't you listen to what he wants us to do." George lowered his voice.

"How could I not want to!" Fred said anxiously, he felt a little annoyed when he mentioned this, and their mother didn't know who had revealed their football bet to their mother. Said to be used to subsidize the family, and also found a reason to say that their o..Ls results were not satisfactory.

They clearly guessed the process perfectly, but the ending was too unexpected for them.

Now that they're in fifth grade, it's time to think about the future.

In a few years, they will enter the wizarding society, and see how many ridiculous things their brother Percy has done for his own promotion, such as the penetration rate of the cauldron, such boring things It made him exhausted.

He was the least humorous person in the Weasley family.

And if the two of them don't want to repeat the mistakes of their brother, then they should be planning for the future now. In order to live a colorful life in the future, they must get the first pot of gold without being shackled.

They even said that a large part of the reason they wanted to participate in the Triwizard Tournament was because of the one thousand Galleons prize money.

"Er...if you pass up this opportunity, I think you'll regret it," Malfoy said with a smile.

"You are a good partner." George nodded and said in approval.

"Then I'll say it bluntly, I need a large number of invisibility cloaks, of course, not the shoddy ones on the market, I still have some special requirements, I believe in your research ability, in addition, I also need a piece that can change A magic item resembling a mask that looks like oneself..."

"What do you want that thing for? Or in large batches, and the last requested mask?" the two brothers asked together.

"You can think about it for yourself," Malfoy hinted, intentionally or unintentionally.

"The Goblet of Fire?" Fred said tentatively, and then became very determined. He had every reason to think that what Malfoy did to them had something to do with the Goblet of Fire.

"It seems that you are really well-informed, do you already know what to compare?" George said in amazement, the two brothers had already made up a lot of things when they sang together.

After all, this is the hottest thing right now.

And Malfoy didn't deny it, it was exactly the effect he wanted.

"Let's just let you think so, but I think if you take this order, the Goblet of Fire should not be able to participate. I don't think you can participate in the competition while ensuring the quality of the goods I need." Marr Fu reminded.

"I see, you're excluding your competitors." Fred said narrowly. Of course, this was just a joke. He clearly understood that the student who was two grades below them didn't need to use this method. .

"Then are you willing to accept the temptation of Galleon I pay?" Malfoy asked.

"It's a wonderful thing to succumb to Kim Galleon. To be honest, I don't have any expectations for being selected," George shrugged.

"Second!" Fred followed, and his mood was much better at this time, and the resentment over the Quidditch Cup disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After all, the Slytherin team used the rules reasonably and defeated them in a fair and honest way.

At the same time, not far from where the three of them were discussing, Harry was sitting on a table in the Gryffindor lounge, leaning down and writing:

Dear Sirius:

We had a great time at the Quidditch World Cup last time and I'm safe at school now, you don't have to worry about me.

We have two new teachers, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Protection of Magical Creatures, they are all very good, especially Professor Moody, I think he is quite competent, by the way, you think I will be a proud when I grow up How is Luo? I think this career might be a good fit for me.

By the way, our Quidditch competition is going to be suspended this year, that's what Professor Dumbledore said, but it's not without reason, according to him, we have a more important event - the Triwizard Tournament, I want to participate , do you support me? To be honest, I really hope to be able to participate in the competition, will you come to see then?

Harry was writing letters that he was going to send to his godfather, in which he was talking about trivial matters, and was still debating whether to tell Sirius about his sore scar.

After thinking about it, he still decided to give up. It would be better to wait until he was asked face-to-face about this question.

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