Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Moody suddenly found that the world in his eyes began to distort.

The 'lighter' in Wayne's hand was like a black hole, swallowing up all the light circles, and everything turned into nothingness, and there was endless darkness in front of him.

Moody wanted to speak, but a fatal sense of crisis came from behind. Instinctively, he turned around and swung his wand, and a transparent protective shield was propped up, and a ding-dong sound was heard immediately.

In the dark space, Snape's body also exuded a silver-white light, and the two people were shining like two light bulbs in the dark night.

"Conspiracy! This is all conspiracy!" Moody roared: "You deceived me, where is Dumbledore! Damn Death Eater!"

"Are you going to pretend?" Snape sneered, his steps were fine and tight, and the disarming spell, the shadowless sword, and the barrier spell were shaken out of his wand one after another, smashing Moody's protective shield.

When ‘Moody’ heard Snape’s words, he felt his heart pounding and was shocked, but on the surface he still played his role.

“I told Dumbledore a long time ago that Death Eaters are not trustworthy. Are you going to seek revenge on me for your accomplices?”

“You can understand it this way. I’m here for revenge!”

A fierce light flashed in Snape’s eyes, and he ended the verbal cannon, and fierce spells followed one after another.

Wayne hid in the darkness, admiring the flying spells between the two. Snape specifically asked him not to intervene, probably because he was itching to do it.

After being a professor for so many years, he never had the opportunity to use his full strength.

What?

You said you subdued Harry and Sirius at the end of last semester?

That’s not even a warm-up.

The current opponent is very suitable, and his strength is much stronger than Sirius.

A ball of blazing flames expanded and exploded, turning into two giant flaming pythons that pounced on Moody. After finding that the negotiations were fruitless, Moody's attacks became more and more ruthless.

Relying on the magic eye, the dark environment was more advantageous for him, but his lame leg restricted his body movements and positioning.

Snape continued to use magic to pull, and the invisible blade of the sharp edge was hard to defend against. The powerful magic cut on Moody's thick cane, making a harsh buzzing sound.

"Shattered to pieces!" Snape shouted in a low voice. This was the first time he opened his mouth to recite a spell after the two began to fight. Wayne clearly found that Snape's face was flushed and several blood vessels burst out of his neck.

Silver-blue light shot out, and Moody's defense shield shattered. The powerful impact made him fly backwards, and blood spurted out of his mouth. Several ropes flew out from the top of Snape's wand, wrapping him tightly, and the wand in 630's hand was also snatched away.

After only a few rounds of confrontation, 'Moody' was defeated by Snape.

Click!

A crisp mechanical sound came, and white light bloomed from Wayne's hands, returning to where they should have been, and the whole house returned to its original state.

'Moody' hasAfter being knocked unconscious, Snape looked at the 'lighter' in Wayne's hand with a strange look.

"What is this?"

Wayne shook it twice, put it in his pocket, and then said: "De-lighter, it's useful, isn't it?"

Snape showed a look of you teasing me.

Whose de-lighter can absorb all the light, just like creating a dark space.

The battle between him and Moody just now was very fierce, but no item in the principal's office was damaged.

The old bat snorted coldly: "If you don't want to say it, forget it, there's no need to fool me."

"This is indeed a de-lighter." Dumbledore's helpless voice came from upstairs, he walked down the spiral escalator and came to the two of them.

"I gave it to him."

"Are there any more?" Snape's eyes lit up, and he nudged Dumbledore with his arm.

"This is the only one." Dumbledore said painfully, "If it wasn't for the last time to exchange for the Nirvana Ashes for you, how could I have given it to Wayne? This is a work I made carefully when I was young."

He glanced at the boy and said helplessly: "Newt really... sold all my old stuff."

Wayne grinned. He wanted to say that it was not Newt who sold it, but Grindelwald said it, but Snape was still here, so some things were not convenient to mention.

When he heard about the Nirvana Ashes, Snape's face was a little unnatural, and he changed the subject and said: "Lawrence, take out your map."

Wayne took out the Marauder's Map and read the password. Sure enough, Barty Crouch's name appeared in the principal's office, next to the three people.

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "The Polyjuice Potion will only work for an hour. Wait a little longer, it will be better soon."

"Too troublesome." Wayne took a step forward, and the wand appeared in his hand, aiming at the unconscious Moody.

"The true form is revealed."

The ordinary restoration spell has no effect on the Polyjuice Potion, but Wayne used his modified one, which was infused with a lot of magic power. It has miraculous effects on Animagus, Polyjuice Potion, and human transformation.

Moody's face changed. The scar gradually disappeared, his skin became smooth, and his broken nose grew back. Suddenly, with a clang, the wooden leg was pushed off by the growing leg, and then the blue magic eye jumped out of the eye socket.

"Chirp!"

Jerry poked his head out of Wayne's pocket, stared at the magic eye with his little eyes, shouted happily, then got out of the pocket, landed on the ground, and raised the magic eye as if he had found a treasure.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to it, he quietly stuffed the magic eye into his belly and jumped back.

The three of them stared at Moody intently. No, at this moment, he should be called Barty Crouch Jr.

Snape's breathing became rapid. He had been with Voldemort for many years and had dealt with Barty the Youngster.

"Severus, have you got the potion?"

Snape had just taken out a small bottle of clear liquid when Wayne got there first.He took a step forward: "Use this, Veritaserum Plus·Pro·Max·Ultra, five times the efficacy."

Hearing this very Lawrence-style naming method, the corners of their mouths twitched.

However, Dumbledore still took it, poured three drops of potion into Little Barty's mouth, and pointed his wand at his chest: "Resurrect quickly!"

Little Barty opened his eyes, his eyes were dull and his cheeks were loose.

Dumbledore put him on the single sofa and sat opposite him.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"I can hear you." Little Barty whispered.

"Where did you lock Moody up?"

"In his own box, open it with the seventh key, and it's inside."

"Severus." Dumbledore raised his head, "Can you bring Alastor here for me?"

Snape frowned, "Let me finish, anyway, his life is not in danger."

You want to drive someone away when you are enjoying eating melons, is that how you do things?

Dumbledore did not force it, and continued to ask, "How did you escape?"

Perhaps the question was too vague, Barty Jr. actually started from his escape from Azkaban.

Although Dumbledore had heard this part, he didn't mind confirming it again.

Snape had not woken up at that time, and didn't know there was such a tortuous process, and his expression became complicated.

Finally, the timeline moved to this summer vacation.

"From mid-July, my father became extremely busy. He went to the Ministry of Magic and took Winky with him. He only brought me food once a day."

"Otherwise, nothing changed. Later... Later..." Barty Jr. shook his head, with a perverted smile on his face: "My master came to see me!"

"What?!" Snape's face changed drastically: "The Dark Lord has resurrected?!"

Dumbledore pursed his lips, raised his hand to stop Snape, and let Barty Jr. continue.

"One night, he came to my house in the arms of the servant Wormtail, and there was a big snake beside them."

Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched: "Did Voldemort rescue Peter?"

"No." Little Barty said blankly: "The one who rescued Wormtail was a black wizard with a furry bear. He needed Wormtail's ability to transform into a mouse to help him solve the mechanism in the ruins. Later, Wormtail escaped from the black wizard and came to Albania, where he found his master."

"What was the name of that black wizard?"

"Wormtail didn't say it, and he didn't know it himself."

Under the condition of the truth serum, Little Barty had no possibility of lying, so even if Dumbledore still had doubts in his heart, he let him continue.

"I am free and back to my master. My master said that he wants Potter and he needs Potter to be resurrected."

"So I, Wormtail, stillOuroboros attacked Moody."

"Who is Ouroboros?" Dumbledore asked with a frown. He had never heard of this name.

"Ouroboros is not a human. It is the master's closest pet, a young basilisk. It petrified Moody, so we could easily deal with him without making too much noise."

At this moment, Snape was sweating profusely, with anxiety and fear in his eyes.

Let's not talk about Peter's escape. When no one knew, Voldemort had returned. Although he was extremely weak, the name alone was enough to scare many people.

"Did Voldemort ask you to come? What do you want to do to replace Moody?"

Little Barty smiled foolishly: "The great and wise master invented a magic of resurrection. He needs the blood of his enemies, and the blood of Potter, who has a strange relationship with him, will make him stronger. ”

“I want Potter to participate in the Holy Grail War, help him win the final victory, and then send him to his master.”

“How to send him there?”

“Maybe... we can exchange the trophy for a portkey?” Little Barty told them their plan.

Dumbledore’s eyes flashed with anger, because this was indeed a very good idea.

The tradition of the Triwizard Tournament - the last competition is usually a comprehensive competition of passing levels. The first person to hold the trophy will win. At that time, Harry was teleported away, and they would definitely be caught off guard.

But... when the anger dissipated, Dumbledore’s eyes showed a hint of imperceptible joy.

“Dumbledore!” Snape suddenly shouted in a deep voice: “Now! The Dark Lord is the weakest now, we can catch him and kill him completely! With you and Lawrence, we will definitely succeed! ”

He excitedly pulled Little Barty up and said to him face to face: "Tell me, the Dark Lord and Peter, where are they now!"

"I don't know." Little Barty smiled: "The master asked Peter to take him to train the Ouroboros, and he wants the basilisk to grow quickly."

"Damn it." Snape threw him to the ground angrily.

"Calm down, Severus." Dumbledore pressed his shoulders: "We have seen through the other party's conspiracy, and now the initiative is in our hands."

"Do you have anything else to ask?"

"I'll get the box." Snape snorted coldly, picked up the keychain that had just fallen on the ground, and walked out of the door.

As soon as he left, the portraits of the headmasters on the wall suddenly became lively.

"What a careful plan, the Crouch family always produces smart people." A Ravenclaw headmaster commented.

"Smart? "Phineas snorted coldly: "To join Voldemort is the greatest stupidity!"

The Ravenclaw Dean did not refute, but sneered: "Phineas, have you forgotten how you evaluated Voldemort decades ago?"

"You said at that time that he could restore the pure-blood family's glory, why do you change your words now? "

Phineas blushed: "He almost killed my two great-grandchildren, I wish I could kill him with my own hands!"

"You? Once he casts the killing curse, you have to go to see Merlin on the spot."

"......."

Dumbledore ignored the quarrels between the past headmasters, but just sat there quietly, digesting the large amount of information he had just received and sorting out the clues.

Wayne squatted in front of Barty Jr. and asked some more questions.

For example, what is Voldemort's current state, what does he usually eat, whether he has killed anyone, etc.

In order to hide his identity, no one has been brutally killed by Voldemort before Barty Jr. left.

As for now, he doesn't know.

Wayne pretended to touch Barty Jr. with his hand accidentally, and then put the brand left on it The seal was made more concealed.

Voldemort was weak and couldn't see it, but old Dumbledore was still alive and kicking. If something was found during the inspection, he would have to find an excuse to prevaricate.

Soon, Snape came back with the box again. They followed Barty's method and inserted the first six keys in turn. After the seventh key was inserted, it was turned and the space inside changed.

It was a basement. There was a person lying on the floor. His face was sallow and his hair was messy and white.

Dumbledore squatted down and checked: "It's just a simple coma, and he was also hit by the Imperius Curse. It seems that Alastor didn't eat well these days and lost a lot of weight."

"Severus, he will be handed over to you. This matter is not suitable for Poppy to know."

Snape asked back: "What about Barty? How are you going to deal with it?"

"He can't die. "Wayne was the first to speak: "Although Mr. Crouch also hates this son, he was saved by his wife's life after all, so he must live."

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded: "Little Barty must live, at least for now, but I haven't thought clearly about how to deal with him later, please give me some time."

"Not just now." Wayne emphasized strongly: "Even if he dies, he must die in my hands, oh, or Crouch's hands."

"I still hope you will be more cautious." Dumbledore sighed: "After all, Barty is his father."

"But he is also the one who hates him the most." Wayne looked at little Barty who was sneaked in by Snape, "The right to dispose is mine, professor."

"As you wish." Dumbledore was unable to change the boy's will and stopped dwelling on this topic.

"Okay, you can go back, Severus, please notify me when Alastor wakes up. ”

“As for Mr. Lawrence, I need your advice on some follow-up plans.”

“No problem.”

....

Snape left with the box, and he stuffed Moody into the box.

Wayne could walk slower, and after Snape left, he closed the door and pulled the curtain of the headmaster’s portrait.It came down.

Dumbledore was confused by his actions, "Anything else? Mr. Lawrence."

Wayne came over and whispered, "Principal, can I ask...what happened between you and Grindelwald after I left that day? Why did you ban the gender-changing mints and itching powder together?"

Dumbledore's face tightened, then slowly relaxed, raised his arm and pointed to the door.

"Please go out.".