Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense.

Moody grinned: "Mr. Potter, I thought you didn't take the Ministry of Magic seriously."

"You are now a professor at Hogwarts, a former Auror of the Ministry of Magic." Harry tapped the table lightly, emphasizing his identity, "These things are not something you should ignore."

"This is the normal teaching content." Moody emphasized his tone.

Harry rebutted him seriously: "I don't think it's normal to teach students to cast the Unforgivable Curse."

Hermione and Ron nodded approvingly.

Although there are quite a few lion cubs who are eager to try it out and want to experience it for themselves, most of them have brains after all. Just these few words of "Unforgivable Curse" make them fearful, especially Neville, who has a face of resistance .

"I'm the professor, Mr. Potter, and five points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Moody kicked hard on the podium, and there was a huge "boom", which startled the students.

"Deducting fifty points is optional." Harry put his hand into the Sorting Hat, "but I can't just sit back and watch you say the Unforgivable Curse to students."

Moody's face was ashen, extremely serious: "You want to attack the professor?"

"I beat up the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year." Harry said calmly.

All the little wizards were caught off guard.

The fact is such a fact.

But is it really appropriate to say that in front of a professor, especially a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, in his first class?

"I haven't heard Professor Dumbledore, or any dean or professor, say anything about it." Harry went on, "Maybe you did have permission, but I think, hearing Professor Dumbledore and Mike Professor Ge's permission can make us feel at ease."

Moody looked at him and nodded stiffly: "Oh, good."

"Mr. Potter has taught the little wizards a lesson. When you are uncertain about the situation, don't rashly agree to someone's seemingly excessive request."

"Five points for Gryffindor."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to Harry: "Mr. Potter, please sit down first."

"Then let's continue this class and talk about dealing with black magic."

It was as if what happened just now had never happened. He continued to teach the students all kinds of knowledge about black magic, and his level was not low. Just a few words can be fascinating, and boring magic theories have changed. Have fun.

Hermione's facial features were distorted.

Ron's brows were knitted into knots.

After class, the other students left talking and laughing. They loved Defense Against the Dark Arts so much, and they couldn't wait to finish the homework assigned by Professor Moody, an article about the theory of dark arts and how to deal with it. Treatise on magic.

Harry and the others hurried away.

"Professor Moody shouldn't be like this." Ron frowned and muttered, "He has always been very disgusted with the Unforgivable Curses and black magic. My father said that he is the most steadfast in the Ministry of Magic. An Auror who uses black magic, if it weren't for him, there would probably be a bunch of dark wizards in the Auror office now."

"How could he preach black arts with such fanfare and still use them like this."

"Even cast a spell on us!"

Hermione's tone was dissatisfied: "He is simply teaching black magic, and he wants us to write about black magic theory! Besides, I always feel that he is avoiding Harry, keeping far away from him all the time, and that incense, burning A whole class!"

She looked at Harry: "Harry, what should you be aware of? I always feel that you are worried about whether he will attack the students."

Harry nodded, but didn't speak. He led the way and walked to an abandoned classroom.

Take the Marauder's Map from the Sorting Hat.

"I solemnly declare no good deeds."

The structure map of Hogwarts Castle was spread out, thousands of names densely crowded on a small map, after scanning an area, Harry showed a relieved expression on his face: "Sure enough, he is not Moody. "

Ron quickly poked his head over, almost sticking it on the map, and pointed to the name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office: "Alastor Moody, isn't the professor still in the office?"

"No, look at this." Harry pointed at the name of "Moody" and moved it down slightly. On the way from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to Dumbledore's office, a name moved slowly.

"Barty Crouch?" Ron exclaimed.

"Director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation." Harry tapped his finger on the Marauder's Map, "He appears here, maybe he will come for the Trifinals."

"But there are too many doubts."

Hermione raised her hand and rubbed her nose: "No wonder he has been avoiding you, did he use compound soup?"

Harry nodded: "He was very cautious. He got the news from nowhere. He knew that I have keen senses. He also avoided Snape at the school dinner, for fear that we would smell Polyjuice Potion."

"Even put on aromatherapy in the classroom, but he seems to underestimate me a little bit."

The witcher's sense of smell is stronger than that of ordinary people. This kind of clumsy cover-up technique is not only useless, but the smell of those materials is even more incompatible with the smell of aromatherapy, and it is more obvious and abruptly exposed in his nose.

Everyone's compound decoction has a different smell, and the potion on "Moody" smells like a cold winter with a faint smell of blood.

But in addition to the smell of medicine, he also has a compound smell of various materials.

African tree snake skin, powdered bicorn horn, and saltpeter.

"So Mr. Crouch locked up Professor Moody and pretended to be Professor Moody?" Ron was shocked. "It's impossible for Mr. Coco Crouch to do such a thing. Percy has always respected him."

"If it weren't for his son, he should be the Minister of Magic now, not Fudge."

The last word, he lowered his voice and cursed out: "Idiot!"

"He's not a good guy in the absolute sense." Harry shook his head, continuing to stare at the name "Barty Crouch".

"Don't forget what Harry said, the leader of the Death Eaters was rescued by Winky that night." Hermione added for him, "Although the leader of the Death Eaters is not Mr. Crouch's house-elf, I'm afraid he has something to do with Mr. Crouch."

Ron was taken aback: "But Mr. Crouch has no family anymore."

"After his son Crouch Jr. was sent to Azkaban, Mrs. Crouch died of illness not long after, and Crouch Jr. didn't last long in Azkaban."

Harry remained silent, watching "Barty Crouch" walk into the principal's office, stood opposite Dumbledore's name, and seemed to start talking. Fortunately, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, they only had the evening Astronomy class, there is plenty of time to wait.

Crouch stayed in the office for a long time and left after more than half an hour.

Only then did Harry put away the Marauder's Map, and the three of them went to the headmaster's office together. The Sorting Hat proficiently reported the password. In the first week of school, the stone statue's password had not been changed.

Dumbledore was not surprised by their visit: "Harry, and Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, why are you here now? I was still communicating with Alastor just now. If it had been earlier, Alastor Also, maybe we can communicate better."

"I have to admit, this is indeed my negligence, I didn't expect him to be so radical, he was not before"

"Why don't you think that he might not be Professor Moody?" Harry interrupted.

Dumbledore was taken aback.

Harry took out the Marauder's Map and pointed out the name of "Barty Crouch": "We watched him stay in your office just now, and now he is going to Professor McGonagall."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses, looked at the map, and especially noticed that his own name was on it, which caused a trace of surprise in his eyes: "It's a very exquisite creation, Harry, you never mentioned it to me, no It’s this level of silence.”

"My father's belongings." Harry said succinctly.

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a regretful tone: "James? It's a pity that I didn't find him able to achieve such an achievement in alchemy."

"So it's Polyjuice Potion?"

He also noticed the name in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, the motionless "Alastor Moody".

Harry nodded: "He was very cautious, staying away from me and Professor Snape, and even lit aromatherapy in the classroom, trying to cover up the smell of Polyjuice Potion."

"But I couldn't escape your nose." Dumbledore tried to reach up and grab it, grabbed an ethereal breath, and pulled it lightly.

On the Marauder's Map, his name gradually disappeared.

"Hogwarts contract?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore nodded, not stingy with his praise: "It's a great idea, it's hard to imagine how they did it, it's even troublesome for me to come."

He let go of his hand, and the name gradually emerged again.

"Harry, no wonder you can always find me in time." Dumbledore sighed with emotion, "You can't use this thing to spy on me."

"I'm not interested in centenarians." Harry shook his head, and he emphasized the name of "Barty Crouch" a few times. "What should we do with him now?"

"He's about to cast the Unforgivable Curse on the students, and I seriously doubt he's got anything to do with the Death Eaters."

Then, he paused: "What's the name of Mr. Crouch's son, also Barty Crouch?"

"Yes, Mr. Crouch Jr. has inherited his father's name." Dumbledore nodded. "You suspect Mr. Crouch Jr.? He is dead."

Harry said calmly, "You once thought Peter was dead."

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, it's different, Harry. Peter only left a piece of finger, but Little Crouch left a complete body, and he was buried outside Azkaban, in the Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes."

"Maybe there are some unknown blood relatives of the Crouch family?" Harry frowned. "The leader of the Death Eaters that night was the house elf who could command the Crouch family."

"You don't suspect that the man is Mr. Crouch?" Dumbledore beckoned them to sit down with a slightly surprised tone.

Harry's face was expressionless: "I may not be over a hundred years old. Even if that person is wearing a robe and a mask, but it's not Mr. Crouch, I can tell."

The smell is not the same at all.

"As far as I know, the Crouch family has no such blood relatives." Dumbledore shook his head, and he poured out drinks for the three young wizards, "Although Scrimgeour was reluctant, it was you who made the accusation after all, He went and searched Mr Crouch's house anyway."

"There is no gain, even if the application uses Inspiriting and Veritaserum."

Harry frowned and shook his head: "Do Death Eaters like to hide their heads and show their tails so much like his master?"

"Catch him now?"

Dumbledore nodded, his eyes deep and stern: "Fortunately, Harry, you told me the news in time, and I almost promised him to use the Imperius Curse on you."

Harry was expressionless: "You can suggest that Professor Snape connect his hands. It seems that the level of his brewing potion has dropped a lot, and he is almost unable to control your condition."

Dumbledore sneered: "I think Mr. Crouch is right. Little wizards really should have a firm belief to try to resist the Imperius Curse. When Professor Moody comes back, I will try to suggest it."

"Professor Moody never seems to use black magic?" Harry glanced at Ron, who nodded quickly in response.

One change now, two changes before 22 o'clock, today is ten thousand, and if the day is over, I will chop up that useless thing!