Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Listening to Professor Dumbledore's words, Professor Moody's eyes were full of doubts:

Albus, my old man, are you sure you're in the right mind?

Did you eat too much honey and your brain is covered in honey?

As he spoke, he sneered and tapped his temple,

Dogs can't stop eating shit! Once you eat shit once, Death Eaters and the bastards will never forget the taste of shit again!

Maybe Snape is just faking it well! Don't forget, the evidence you see can also be faked!

Professor Dumbledore's face was still so calm:

Alastor, I think you can understand that some things can never be faked, such as the most authentic human emotions.

Friendship, and... love!

Heh! Moody sneered again,

I don't deny your theory, and I also believe that love and friendship have always been one of the most powerful magics.

After all, you must be full of real emotion when using a spell, so that the spell can be as powerful as possible.

But I still want to mention that whether love and friendship are powerful or not has nothing to do with whether they are real! The love and friendship you see can also be faked!

Look at my eyes, look at my legs, look at the scars all over my body!

With that said, Professor Moody stood up and tapped his wooden leg,

Remember how the leg didn't get it? It was Scola Wilkes!

He is Snape's classmate and good friend, and he is also a genius who is known as the rising star among Aurors!

What did he tell me when he first entered the Ministry of Magic? He promised everyone that he would stick to the glory of pure blood and not fall into the darkness brought by Voldemort and black magic like others!

The result? I don't think you will forget it!

If he hadn't cast a not-so-accurate explosive spell on my back when I captured Labastan Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange, I wouldn't have lost this leg, and Let those two Death Eaters escape!

If this incident hadn't happened, Frank and Alice wouldn't have been caught by those scum after Voldemort's downfall, and tortured to the point of madness by the Cruciatus Curse!

Wilkes seemed to be full of friendship with all the Aurors at the beginning! The camouflage of friendship is really real!

This hypocritical traitor! He deserved to be shot before Voldemort fell!

Professor Moody let out a growl, and spitting stars flew around the office, and some even collapsed on the portraits hanging on the walls.

The old principals ran around in disgust, trying to stay as far away from Moody as possible.

But Professor Dumbledore sat upright behind his desk with a serious face, and didn't even reach out to wipe his face.

Professor Moody is still venting his emotions,

...and Travers who assisted in the murder of the McKinnons and forged evidence from within the Law Enforcement Department; August Rookwood, a member of the Department of Mysteries who leaked information...

These cases of traitors who forged love and friendship, do I still need to list them for you one by one?

Professor Moody roared with all his might, his voice still full of sarcasm,

Have you forgotten all of this? Albus!!!

Professor Dumbledore sighed silently, wiped his face with a handkerchief helplessly, and drank a big mouthful of honey milk to suppress his shock.

Instead of trying to erase the deep scars on the spirit and soul of his old friend, he changed the subject:

Alastor, the current magic world is not peaceful.

Peter Pettigrew's whereabouts are unknown after he escaped from Azkaban, and I have ample evidence that Voldemort's power is growing.

It makes it hard for me not to think that in desperation, Peter Pettigrew will most likely join Voldemort again to help him regain his strength.

If I'm not mistaken, Voldemort will be back soon.

So I hope you can adjust your teaching plan a little bit.

In the last semester, Remus has taught the students how to deal with most of the common and dangerous magical creatures in life.

And I hope that you can teach students some heavy knowledge during this semester, such as... Let them know about black magic.

If necessary, you can even teach them some black magic that doesn't have a big impact on xinxing, such as the shattering spell.

Professor Moody's mood has returned to calm, and he nodded vigorously:

I will, Albus, it was part of my teaching plan.

I'm even going to show the Unforgivable Curse to students above the third grade in the first lesson!

The cup that Professor Dumbledore had brought to his mouth stopped instantly.

There seemed to be an image flashing in front of his eyes, smiling at himself.

After a while, he nodded slightly:

It's up to you, Alastor. I believe you understand the priorities, so you won't interfere too much with your teaching plan.

As long as you feel it's necessary.

Of course, I will definitely take care of it. In addition, I am going to do you a little favor for free.

Professor Moody added suddenly hoarsely,

I'll help you spy on Snape and Karkaroff on campus for free, no thanks, Albus.

After he finished speaking, he stood up swiftly without using a cane, and walked out of the principal's office with great strides.

However, the moment he opened the office door, he turned back into that old man with bruises all over his body, as if he couldn't walk without crutches.

The door of the principal's office closed slowly, and the darkness engulfed Professor Moody's figure and blocked Professor Dumbledore's sight.

Professor Dumbledore inside the door sat tall in the light, while Professor Moody outside the door blended into the shadows.

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Harry went all the way back to the dormitory, and got the password to the Gryffindor common room from Nick who met halfway.

At this time, the lights in the common room have already been turned off. After enjoying the big meal, everyone will go back to bed and have a good sleep.

But today, the common room is brightly lit.

Many people flipped through the history of magic textbooks they took out from the bottom of the box, looking for information about the Triwizard Tournament page by page, trying to find clues between the lines.

Harry didn't disturb them, and quickly slipped back to the dormitory in an invisible state.

Lavender and Parvati didn't know where they went again, most likely they were discussing the Triwizard Tournament in other dormitories.

And Hermione has helped Harry arrange everything on the bed and cleaned up the dust.

Now she was in her pajamas, lying on Harry's quilt, reading a heavy magic book.

After noticing Harry's return, Hermione sat up abruptly:

Harry, you're back! What did you talk to Professor Dumbledore about? Is it some secret news about the Six Powers Tournament?

Barely. Harry casually hung the robe on the wall, and quickly dug out various items from the box.

Don't look for it. Hermione said with a smile after seeing Harry busy for a long time in vain.

I've already put away your toiletries for you in advance. The change of clothes is also at the bedside, and they have been cleaned up by magic.

Then you didn't say it earlier! I've been looking for it for a long time!

Harry pretended to be a little angry, and slapped Hermione's buttocks moderately.

Damn witch, how dare you... I will fight with you!

Hermione jumped up from the bed violently, wanting to come up and fight with Harry with all her teeth and claws.

However, Harry quickly dodged, and rushed to the bathroom with various supplies.

When Harry came back, before entering the room, a thin quilt was directly covered on his head.

Immediately afterwards, the place where she previously attacked Hermione was counter-attacked.

After fussing for a while, Harry wrapped the wet hair in a towel again and sat on the edge of the bed.

And Hermione hugged Harry's quilt, listening to Harry talking about the general content of the chat with Professor Dumbledore.

So, you have already decided to participate in the Big Six Tournament? Hermione asked with a smile,

How hopeless are people who don't know other schools!

It's okay, the skills are not as good as people, who can they blame?

Harry pinned the towel down and slumped back, enjoying what Dudley bought as a knee pillow in the Japanese comic book.

No one in Hogwarts can compete with me, and no one outside Hogwarts can compete with me. My sister's main thing is self-confidence!

Tsk. Hermione smacked her lips sympathetically, Then, good night, future Hogwarts warriors.

Go back to your bed! This is my quilt!

You're welcome, I don't mind. By the way, I'm nine months older than you, you should call me sister.

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At night, Hermione, who forcibly stayed on Harry's bed, fell asleep, but Harry was still awake.

She closed her eyes, but she wore sealed glasses on her face, and her brain was also functioning crazily.

Voldemort is a master of magic, with extremely high attainments in memory.

So even though he is so weak now, Harry still doesn't have the memory of monitoring Peter Pettigrew frequently in order not to startle the snake.

But according to his own observations, Peter Pettigrew has never been separated from Voldemort since before the British Quidditch World Cup final.

So it wasn't until tonight that Halle jumped at the chance to take a quick look at Peter Pettigrew's memories.

Tsk tsk tsk, this life is really rich. Harry couldn't help but be amazed while browsing,

Poor Peter Pettigrew, a little out of favor again!

During the riot on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final, Peter Pettigrew held his master who had turned into a baby in one arm, and held his wand high in the other hand, releasing the Dark Mark.

That scene... Anyway, Peter Pettigrew felt ashamed as never before.

And the reason why they released the Dark Mark was to warn and intimidate Lucius and the idiots on the one hand, and to give them a small, psychological punishment first, so as to ensure that the traitors could not sleep well at night;

On the other hand, it was also to find something for the employees of the Ministry of Magic, especially Barty Crouch Sr., so that Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew could take the opportunity to invade the Crouch's tent.

In order to prevent any accidents, old Barty let his son suddenly escape from the control of the Imperius Curse, or someone like Bertha found little Barty.

So he set up a lot of spells on his tent, which can be said to make the tent as solid as gold.

But in front of a master like Voldemort, these defenses are still not enough.

It only took less than a minute for Voldemort to easily find a loophole in the tent, and sneaked in without a sound.

Winky, the house-elf of the Crouch family, was immediately brought under control, failing to give an early warning like old Barty Crouch.

But Barty Crouch Jr. was about to break free, and with the help of his master, he moved a step faster.

Voldemort naturally admired his loyal servant who worked hard to find his trace even after he lost his power.

In particular, his magic attainments are still very strong, and his brain is also good.

This kind of loyal talent... is not a thousand times better than pettigrew Peter, a scumbag and waste!

Pettigrew Peter's fall out of favor has become a matter of course.

After Barty returned from childhood, he became Voldemort's special baby carriage, responsible for taking care of Voldemort's three meals a day, and by the way, he had to prepare meals for a big snake raised by Voldemort.

Under the arrangement of Little Barty, Pettigrew Peter and Little Barty plotted against Old Barty who was returning to the tent with a tired body, and directly controlled him with the Imperius Curse.

Voldemort dug out more information from him, such as the newly upgraded Six Powers Tournament, and Hogwarts' new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the retired old Auror Moody.

Voldemort originally planned to let Barty Jr. go to attack Moody, and sneak into Hogwarts as an internal agent through compound potion instead of his identity, waiting for an opportunity to replace an item in the last level of the Six-wizard Tournament with a Portkey.

When it comes to the finals, as long as Barty Jr. patrols as Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he will have a chance to catch Harry and force him to touch the Portkey.

This will create a situation where Dumbledore is entangled because of the award ceremony and cannot get out, while he is recovering his body smoothly.

But this plan was blocked by Barty Jr.'s words.

After digging out all the newspapers about Harley in recent years, Barty Jr. thought that as a potion master, Harley used Polyjuice Potion in front of her, and it was very likely that there would be loopholes.

After all, the noses of potion masters are still very sensitive to the unique smell of potions, and the taste of compound decoction is full of signs.

And according to the information revealed by Peter Pettigrew, Halle still holds the Marauder's Map in her hand.

I have the ability to erase my traces with the magic ritual mentioned by Peter Pettigrew, but I can't replace my name with Moody.

So Barty Jr. finally decided to pretend to be his father. After all, the two have the same name, and there will be no problem with the activity map.

As for appearance, Barty Jr. is almost a replica of Barty Sr. when he was young.

Having been with his father for so many years, Barty Jr. is also very familiar with his father's words, deeds and way of thinking.

So through some advanced transfiguration, he can also pretend to be his father.

Combined with the information dug out of his father's brain, he is completely sure that the disguise will succeed without revealing any flaws.

As for more plans, the three of them have not yet made a decision. After all, Batty Sr. has not learned the specific details of the Six Powers Tournament from the Ministry of Magic.

Anyway, there is only one core idea of ​​the whole conspiracy - take advantage of the opportunity of the Six Powers Tournament to incapacitate Harry, and bring it to Voldemort to resurrect him.

To be honest, when Harry saw the plan, he had to run through his most painful memories in his head before he stopped laughing.

I can only say...they really dare to think!

Harry pulled his consciousness away from the memory of Peter Pettigrew, and the flesh lying on the bed evoked a sarcastic smile.

It was as if his eyes had been opened, and he understood everything clearly.

Harry didn't even know how he should lose!

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The next morning, the storm that had been blowing all night finally stopped.

However, the scene on the ceiling of the auditorium did not change, it just changed from lightning and thunder to dark clouds.

Professor McGonagall quickly finished sending out the timetable, and turned to arrange the course selection for the sixth graders.

Looking at her brand-new school schedule, Harry sincerely felt that it was a good thing that the rainstorm stopped this morning after a night of rain.

After all, Gryffindors have a whole morning of outdoor class, and it's going to be in the rain... Wait, maybe they don't have to!

Damn it, why did you stop the heavy rain!

Hermione's class schedule looks much cleaner than last year's, at least after giving up Divination and Muggle Studies, this class schedule looks like a normal person's class schedule.

However, Hermione's time-turner has also been returned to Professor McGonagall and can no longer be held.

Before Hermione handed the Time-Turner back to Professor McGonagall at the end of last term, Harry still took some advantage of it.

For example, using his own snake hair to forcibly create two time domain spells.

Although because the material that carries the extraordinary ability and the ability to carry it do not belong to the same field, the effect of the production is not so good.

But in battles at the demigod level, this kind of spell can also be used.

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The first class in the morning is herbal medicine, and Professor Sprout's class is... really love and hate.

She prepared babo tubers for the little wizards as a welcome gift for everyone back from the new term.

To be honest, this plant doesn't look like a plant, it looks like a big slug.

They are black as a whole, with an inexplicable mucus on their faces, straight out of the soil, each of them wriggling slightly, and there are many shiny big bulges on their bodies, and there is a faint liquid flowing inside.

The fourth-grade students were tasked with squeezing the pus out of the babo tubers and collecting it.

At first, the little wizards tried desperately to stay away from this thing, after all, Babo Tuber's appearance was not photogenic.

But when Professor Sprout told everyone, the value of this pus is very high, and it can be used to prepare medicines for the treatment of intractable acne.

And all the concentrated water harvested by the first batch of fourth-grade students will be provided to the school infirmary to help them treat the acne on their faces.

Almost everyone started to squeeze forward again.

I said earlier that it still has such a good effect! Who would think that their skin is not good enough?

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(ps. With regard to the specific scope of black magic, according to the information that I don’t know where it comes from, spells such as explosion curse, crushing curse, and cutting curse were all classified as black magic by Rowling in an interview. And the author bought The official Harry Potter encyclopedia directly classifies the Explosive Curse as a curse, so... who said Hogwarts doesn’t teach black magic!)

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