Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Moody was an experienced Auror and quickly understood Dumbledore's idea.

"You want me to infiltrate the enemy and grasp Voldemort's movements?"

For someone like Moody, he would never shy away from calling names that others dared not to call, especially in front of Dumbledore and Vane, not to mention worrying about scaring them.

But he ignored Snape's uncomfortable expression.

Three people kept calling Voldemort, and he seemed cowardly if he didn't follow them. If he followed them, he couldn't call it out.

Uncomfortable.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded: "The line with Barty the Younger cannot be broken. Only by relying on him can we control and even influence Voldemort's actions."

"Next, you will play Barty the Younger Crouch of Moody. We will continue to follow Voldemort's idea and don't let him hide again. When he fails once, he will hide deeper."

"At that time, it will become more difficult."

"I disagree." Before Moody spoke, Snape spoke first. He suppressed his anger and said excitedly: "What do you think? Barty the Younger wants to revive him! He wants to give Potter to the Dark Lord! Do you want to become an accomplice?"

"Have you forgotten what you promised me!"

"I know this is risky." Dumbledore remained calm in the face of Snape's anger: "But if Barty Jr.'s plan is carried out, I will pay attention to the whole process, and Harry's safety will not be a problem."

"Wait a minute." Moody's eyebrows twisted into a knot, making the scar on his face more hideous: "Snape, what did you just say, Barty Jr. wants to revive Voldemort?"

Moody had just recovered, and Dumbledore had not had time to drag out all the secrets inside. He thought Voldemort had been resurrected, and he had instructed Barty Jr. and Peter Pettigrew to attack him.

So the few people spent some time again, letting Moody figure out the whole story.

"A very bold plan..." Moody's one eye looked deeply at Dumbledore: "Albus, are you so sure that he will recover?"

Dumbledore sighed slightly: "Voldemort has mastered a lot of dark magic. He is an absolute genius who has pushed many fields to an unprecedented height..."

He didn't want too many people to know about the Horcruxes, but this plan required the cooperation of Moody and Snape, so he had no choice but to reveal some information.

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Moody was horrified. Several Horcruxes... Is this something a human can do?

"So, instead of letting uncontrollable situations happen in the future, it's better for us to complete all this."

"I'm old and don't have time to waste with him." The old man's eyes were deep, and he unconsciously exuded a heavy aura, which made the two of them breathe a little unsmoothly.

"Resurrect him, then kill him completely."

Wayne supported his chin and stared at Fox in a daze. Snape suddenly turned his head and looked at him: "Lawrence, what do you think? "

"Use your eyes." Wayne yawned, "You decide, I can provide some technical support."

"What technology?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Does beating up Voldemort or killing him count?"

All three were silent.

Well, it is indeed a technical job.

"I look forward to that day." Dumbledore smiled, "A duel between the two best students in the school, I believe you will win."

"It's easy to defeat him, but it's troublesome to kill him." Wayne shook his head and said nothing more.

"I agree. "Moody agreed concisely.

As for Snape, he was still hesitant, but Dumbledore was called the White Devil, and sometimes he was very domineering, and it was difficult to change his decision.

Snape now had no ability or value to change his mind.

Finally, Snape could only slam the door and leave angrily.

Moody took Barty Crouch away, and before leaving, he asked Wayne for a bottle of enhanced truth serum to facilitate information extraction.

Originally, Wayne was going to leave, but after Moody agreed to Dumbledore's plan, his system event was completely completed, and he was ready to go back to draw a wave of prizes, but Phineas suddenly said:

"Laurence boy, wait a moment, I haven't told you about the last time."

Wayne stood under the portrait: "Then tell me."

"Wait a moment. "Phineas said, looking at Dumbledore who was still sitting there:

"The next topic is not suitable for you to listen to, you go out."

Dumbledore: "???"

He is the owner of this office, right?

"Why are you still standing there, Dumbledore, the next thing is the private affairs of our Black family, you are not suitable to listen to it." Phineas urged again impatiently.

Although they are to be used by the current principal, they will have autonomy when it does not involve the interests of the school, and they are not the servants of the principal.

Being so despised, Old Dumbledore shook his head helplessly and went downstairs to eat.

When he went out, Phineas couldn't wait to say: "Lawrence boy, you are not honest!"

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "Phineas, you must have evidence when you speak, otherwise I will sue you for defamation, why am I not honest? ”

“I solved Sirius’s case for you. I didn’t promise you anything else besides this, did I?”

“Who said you solved it?” Phineas was so angry that his beard stood up: “Didn’t we agree that you would watch Sirius continue the bloodline of the Black family?”

“Now he has recognized Potter as his godson and has no intention of getting married and having children.”

“What’s the difference between this and extinction? !”

Wayne looked at him speechlessly: “At the beginning, it was said that if Sirius was still a criminal, I could help you with this, but now he is completely free, and I still have to be a matchmaker for him?”

“You wantOffspring, go tell your great-grandson not to come to me. "

"That rebellious son doesn't listen to me at all." Phineas was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Wayne, how about helping me again? Give that kid drugs, love potions, love potions, anything."

"Goodbye, goodbye, I can't help you." Wayne walked out of the room without looking back.

Ignoring Phineas's shouting.

Even love potions have come out...

The product of the last love potion was Tom Riddle, a guy who didn't know what love was. If Sirius took it and another Tom Black was born, would he still be able to live?

.......

Arriving at the hall, Wayne brought Astoria to the suitcase world, and after a while, they were in a world of two people.

Fu Loli complained that the increasing amount of homework recently reduced her sleep time by half an hour.

Wayne En helped her think about it. Professor McGonagall was not easy to deal with. If she wanted to reduce the burden, she had to start with Professor Flitwick. As long as she performed at a higher level, it would not be a problem to halve the burden, not to mention exempting it completely.

There was also the Potions class. Astoria had a good talent and did not need to write so many boring homework.

But we had to wait a while until Snape's materials were almost used up, and then ask him for help.

Wayne told Fulli about his idea, and the girl clapped her hands happily.

Suddenly, Astoria's eyes turned, "Why don't we go and steal the materials back, so that the professor will ask you for help soon. "

Wayne pinched her cheeks with a smile on his face. This was the first time he discovered the Slytherin characteristics of Astoria. He could not even think of such a bad method.

The couple stayed together for a while, and then Wayne sent Astoria back to the dormitory reluctantly.

Then he returned to the small world of the suitcase and opened the gift package sent by the big event.

Originally, he thought that such a simple task would not give him anything good, but the result surprised him a little.

[Resolution Talent - Aftershock: Gives the host the power of the earth. After contacting the earth, the magic recovery speed is increased. When the power of the earth surrounds the body, it will greatly increase physical and magical resistance. (Note: After collecting all the determination runes, you can The quality of the gift will change. ）】

It is not the talent he most expects to improve physical strength and life essence, but aftershock is also good. The quality is now epic, and it is a gold-level rune.

Standing on the ground, he felt that his strength had increased a lot. In a moment, the green shield wrapped him tightly.

Looking at this special effect, Wayne's eyelids twitched and decided to use it less in the future.

........

A week passed quickly. During the two days of the weekend, Wayne made a lot of galleons and points. The temptation of double the first charge was not small. He made nearly a thousand galleons just by selling cards, and there were also tuition fees for several people. The points on hand suddenly exceeded 30,000.=Off.

However, he did not draw the card directly, but saved it.

He was going to digest the inheritance and templates on him first.

Recently, he was focusing on the soul classification of the dark magic, and wanted to learn more about the most mysterious soul.

Thursday morning.

The fourth-year students finally ushered in the first dark magic defense class. The students arrived in the classroom early, wanting to see what Moody, known as the strongest Auror, would teach.

As the bell rang, Moody stepped on his artificial leg and limped into the classroom.

Hannah was reading the textbook "Dark Magic Power·Self-Defense Guide". Moody stopped in front of her, and his blue magic eyes were rolling around, scaring Hannah's face pale.

"Put this thing away, you don't need it."

The classmates put the books into their schoolbags, and Ron seemed very excited.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head and began to call the names. His normal eye moved down the list, while his magic eye kept turning around, staring at every student who answered.

"Okay." When the last student finished answering, he said, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin, introducing the situation of this course. He praised you all."

Many people smiled, but heard Moody growl:

"But I think that's because his requirements for you are too low. You are in the fourth grade and can only deal with some simple dark creatures. If you meet an orthodox wizard, you don't know how to deal with it!"

"This world is not that dangerous." Dean Thomas muttered and complained, and Moody's magic eye locked on him:

"Thomas, then please explain what the riot at the Quidditch World Cup was about?"

Thomas was speechless, and many people subconsciously looked at Wayne.

To this, the boy had no reaction.

"Never underestimate the dangers around you." Moody suddenly lowered his voice:

"In the first grade, you have a Death Eater professor. In the second grade, there was a basilisk attack. In the third grade, Black is innocent, but if he is really the criminal, he may be more dangerous than the first two because he is smarter."

After Moody said this, many people realized that they were actually living in such a dire situation.

"Even so, Hogwarts is still known as the safest place in the UK because Dumbledore is here and there are many outstanding professors."

"You never know when two people will suddenly jump out and attack you." Moody paused here and clenched his fists: "So, always stay vigilant, this is responsible for your personal safety."

"It's time to open your eyes and see the world."

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became much more serious.

Moody felt a little tired standing, so he sat down on a chair, leaning on his cane:

“This semester, your main learning content is spells, spells that can really be used in combat, andand various spells to break it."

"In theory, I shouldn't tell you what the illegal Dark Magic Week is like before the sixth grade, because you are still young and can't deal with it."

"Not including you, Wayne." Moody added another sentence. Toby and Norman wanted to laugh, but as soon as their mouths opened, the magic eye looked over, and their expressions froze instantly.

Moody ignored them and continued to talk on his own, "But I think the Ministry of Magic underestimates your ability to accept. I am not teaching you dark magic, but 337 is to let you 337 know what dark magic is."

"Let's play a game." Moody said something that was very inconsistent with his style.

"Although I am an Auror and have never been a judge in the Law Enforcement Department, I still have a lot of knowledge about the length of sentencing for dark magic."

"Next, you say a kind of dark magic, and I will tell you how long you will be sentenced after using it. ”

All of a sudden, everyone was interested and eager to try.

“Who goes first?” Moody glanced around the room.

Hermione raised her arm high.

“Miss Granger.”

“Can you also say the three unforgivable curses?”

Many students from wizarding families were shocked.

“Of course.” Moody encouraged: “It is very representative, please say one.”

“Then let’s say the killing curse. "Hermione thought about it and threw out the trump card directly.

Moody's cane slammed heavily on the ground, and a picture flew out of the book he took, and was enlarged and pasted on the blackboard.

The picture was densely packed with wizards, besieging a hooded man. Suddenly, a green light flashed, forming a green lightning. All of a sudden, five wizards fell to the ground silently.

Everyone felt their scalps tingling, and Harry's forehead was aching slightly, and a picture emerged.

Moody's voice sounded: "Back then, the Ministry of Magic sent hundreds of fighters to capture the Dark Lord. This is the record generated based on the memory of the people of the time."

The timid little wizard lowered his head and trembled.

"The Killing Curse, the only fatal curse among the three unforgivable curses, if you use it, whether you hit someone or not, you will stay in Azkaban for life. "

Moody thought for a while, "There was a rule in the Ministry of Magic, which was proposed by Crouch. After encountering Death Eaters using the Unforgivable Curse, Aurors can also use such a spell to fight back. Unfortunately, it has been abolished now."

The regret revealed in his words can be heard by everyone.

At this time, Neville stood up tremblingly: "Professor, there is also the Cruciatus Curse."

Moody stared at him: "You are Frank and Alice's child, right?"

Neville nodded.

"They were also my students, but they received Auror training for a few years after graduation. I believe you must be proud of them, right?"

Neville's eyes were red, and he nodded heavily.

"Sit down, kid. Although it's not fatal, it's as serious as the killing curse. Anyone who hurts your parents will stay in Azkaban for life."

Neville sat down and was silent for two seconds. Seeing that no one stood up, Ron suddenly stood up:

"Professor, the slug curse."

"What?" Moody seemed not to hear clearly and asked again.

"Slugs, the spell is - EatSlugs!" Ron said loudly.

Moody fell into a deep silence until Ron's face turned as red as his hair, then he said:

"Next time, you sit at the table with the children.".