Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Crazy-eyed Moody, I think we need to talk about it now." Lupin's hoarse voice came from the back seat.

A dilapidated classic car galloped on the wide road, leaving behind a trail of smoke and the roar of the engine. The driver was Mad-Eye Moody, who was stepping on the clutch with his artificial leg.

Lupin and Sirius are now tied to the back seat, their hands tied tightly, and their feet tied below the corresponding front seat.

"Shut up." Moody turned his head halfway and yelled at Lupin who had just woke up. The blue magic eye was still staring forward and watching the road.

"It's useless, Remus." Black coughed slightly, and he woke up at this time.

"They are all running dogs of the Ministry of Magic. It is impossible for Fudge to believe our words. He can't, nor dare." Sirius spit out the window, his sunken eyes staring at Moody in front of him.

"Hahahaha." Moody laughed mockingly when he heard the words, then turned his head completely and concentrated on driving his car.

"You don't seem to know your current situation very well." Moody suddenly turned the steering wheel, turned right, and avoided a roaring truck.

"You are suspects now, and you are not qualified to yell at me." Moody said, opening the window on the left hand side with his hand, letting in a bit of violent wind.

"I just want to clarify what I know. Even if you work for the Ministry of Magic, I still believe in your inner persistence. What you are loyal to is not just magic steps, but the justice in your heart." Lupin's voice was weak. Said.

"Compliments are of no use to me. The crime will eventually be tried. The justice in my heart is to arrest the suspect." Moody's rough voice echoed in the narrow car again.

"Muggle transportation is excitement." Lupin saw through the rearview mirror that Moody was grinning and showing his yellow teeth, smiling freely.

The strong wind fluttered his gray hair.

"Heh." Black smiled silently, and it wouldn't be a shame to be planted in this man's hands.

"It's still a pity that I couldn't talk to James' son." Black's heart was abnormally calm at this time, but he was a little bit sorry.

"Cyclops, the dementors of Azkaban are gone now, where do you want to take us? Also, the guy next to me has been controlled by my Imperius C until now. What happened has nothing to do with him." Sirius said half jokingly and half contemptuously, his trapped feet squirming, kicking Moody who was driving in the front seat.

If Lupin could move his hands at this time, one hand would definitely come to hold his forehead to express his inner collapse, and the other would be used to cover Sirius's mouth.

"You seem to be really stupid after being there for twelve years." Lupin said tiredly. At this moment, he could only roll his eyes to express his attitude towards Sirius's childish behavior. He was the only one to face such childish behavior. I can only do it for old friends.

In front of others, calling such a nickname and telling such obvious lies, Lupin estimated that Sirius had been in Azkaban for so many years, and he had forgotten even the basic communication politeness.

Well, it turned out to be this way, arrogant and arrogant.

But why am I so happy now?Lupin couldn't help but smile again.

Maybe being with an old friend is to feel at ease inexplicably.

"I really don't want to accept this errand." Moody looked at them through the rearview mirror and muttered.

"Sit down." Moody reminded, "Even criminals have human rights. I have to send you to where you should go safely." Then his right foot slammed on the accelerator. The roar of the engine became louder and louder, and the whole car began to shake frantically. The parts in the car seemed to fall apart at any time, and then the strong driving force took effect. Lupin even suspected that the car would be scrapped at any time, because The degree of their shaking is too serious.

"Damn it, why are there so many Muggle cars?" Moody patted the steering wheel with his hand, cursing, and kept urging the car in front to drive away.

They have reached the center of London, and now the intersection is at a red light.

"This is not the way of Azkaban. I remember the last time I went by boat." Sirius Black looked at the hustle and bustle of the bustling city through a transparent window. The streets were crowded, busy, and lively.

"You talk too much." Moody said.

After that, the car was completely silent, only the sound of parts shaking.

In the end, the old car parked on a street. The walls on both sides were painted in a mess. The surrounding buildings were all tattered. There was also a bar left in front of the door. Few customers were willing to come to this mess. Poor environment for drinking.

"Don't think about making small moves," Moody warned, then opened the door of the car and walked towards a dilapidated red phone booth.

Moody dialed the number 62442 in the phone booth (from the letters on the phone dial to spell magic), and then a witch's voice came out of the air. After Moody's explained his intention, the phone spit out several silver cards.

"This old guy, would you like to invite us to drink?" Blake still said in an indifferent tone. He only saw Moody walking towards the tavern, but did not see the movement behind him.

"We still think about how to appeal better, Professor Dumbledore will help us." Lupin still remained calm.

"Get out of the car and get to the place." Moody returned quickly, interrupting their words, and with a "click", opened the door of the back seat and let them get out of the car.

Then the three of them got into the phone booth, and the phone booth began to descend like an elevator. After about a minute, they arrived at the entrance hall.

"The Ministry of Magic?" Lupin said questioningly, looking at everything around the hall.

This is a long hall of magnificent splendor, and the ground is brightly polished dark wooden floor.The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

"When will prisoners be locked up here? Or is Azkaban already full?" Blake still maintained his unremitting expression and expressed his opinion.

When the people around saw Moody, they nodded politely to him, and then walked away quickly.

Respected and frightening at the same time.

This is Moody's position in the Ministry of Magic, even though he has retired for many years.

Well, the main reason is that his eyes are so scary.

Moody walked quickly with the two of them. Lupin and Sirius could only move their bodies forward, which looked funny because of their tied feet.

They then walked into an elevator again, and after a while, they walked out again. Two heavy oak doors directly blocked them in front of them. Moody stretched out his wand and tapped it, muttering something, and the door opened naturally. Up.

What caught the eyes of a few people was a dilapidated, dimly lit corridor.

"Go in." Moody walked to a silver-white door with a sign hanging on it that read: Misuse of the Department of Magic is prohibited. He opened the door without knocking, and made a creaking sound.

"Your task is here." Moody said.

A tall man with sturdy arms is leaning over the table. People who don’t know think he is sleeping and lazy, but in fact he is checking the file. He raises his head and pushes after hearing Moody’s voice. His thick glasses.

"Fill in the form." The man found two blank documents from the pile of documents overflowing under his feet, and said as he passed the two forms.

"Oh, no, you and I are impressed. Last time Dumbledore took you here." The man looked at Lupin and shook his head, then took another one.

"The bondage is lifted." Moody's wand touched the rope that bound the two, and the rope retracted as if it were spiritual.

"I want to see what you are going to do." Sirius Black was fearless, found a place to sit down, and familiarly picked up a quill pen and began to write on the watch.

"This is yours." The man found another form and handed it to Lupin.

About two minutes later, Lupin and Sirius finished their work of filling out the form and handed it back to the man in charge of the work. After the man poked a chapter on it, he reached out and handed it to Moody.

Moody’s magic eye and normal eye looked at the two lists several times, and then said--

"Very well, you are free."

Then Moody was about to push the door and leave. He stopped when the artificial leg had already stepped out of the door.

"Let me say again, I am not a running dog of the Ministry of Magic, I have seen that boy Fudge have been unhappy for a long time." Moody's hoarse voice sounded.

Then there was the sound of a "tuk tuk" with a stick touching the ground in the quiet corridor, and finally his limping back disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Lupin and Black were left looking at each other.

Sirius Black seemed to be aware of something, and hurriedly picked up the form again, only to see that the top of the form was written in bold boldface: "Animagus registration form"