Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Quickly tell me, what did you add to the compound decoction? My dear partner?" Moody asked the boy in front of him with some eagerness.

In Moody's office, he was talking gruffly to a teenager.

"Although the curved wine bottle allows me to replenish the compound decoction on time and cover my identity by the way, I still think it is not safe enough." He went on, then coughed heavily and glanced at the book shelf. On the clock above, he took out the brown curved wine bottle, shook the liquid in it, and looked at it with his magical scary eye.

"Of course it was fooling them." The boy Moody was staring at responded to him at this time.

Naturally, the boy is not someone else, it was Malfoy who used the compound decoction in the second project.

Malfoy stood up casually from the chair he was sitting on, walked to Moody's side, and pushed the wine bottle Moody's on the table back in front of him.

"I got news about the second project from Ludo Bagman a long time ago, so I was prepared. As for the compound decoction, it was natural to prevaricate their statement." Malfoy shrugged, half-truth. Falsely explained.

"Okay." Moody smashed his mouth and said disappointedly. "I thought I could drink less of this nasty thing. I didn't expect to have to continue."

Suddenly, Moody's brows frowned, and he saw a small red flag on his desk starting to circle.

"Right, then... how did you get rid of Dumbledore's hypnosis?" He quickly returned to normal, his brows stretched, he stopped looking at the banner, and instead seemed to think of something confusing. Suddenly looking at Malfoy with his penetrating eyes, he asked intermittently.

"Are you underestimating me?" Malfoy squinted at him. "If you are defensive, the old man's hypnosis can't do me anything. Besides, he has to show his gentleness. After all, it's hypnotizing the hostages. He doesn't get too hard, isn't he?"

"Okay." Moody scratched his chin, agreeing with Malfoy's statement.

"By the way, I may also have a clue about the third item.?" Moody put the curved bottle into his cuff at this time, and said to Malfoy triumphantly.

"They trust me very much. It is so convenient to have such an identity. They will ask for my opinion on almost any safety-related issue. From the first to the second time, I can always know in advance about Information about the game."

Moody showed his rotten teeth that were missing a few leaks, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Before Malfoy could respond to him, Moody began to chatter again. If anyone who knew him was here, he would be surprised. He had always been unsmiling and wary and wary of the crazy-eyed Moody of a student.

"I gave the savior too much help before. I helped him a lot with the information I got before." He began to count his five fingers.

"First, the intelligence of the fire dragon, it seems that their students are still a little good, and they have found a lot of ways to deal with it. The hybrid giant also played a role and saved me a bit."

"If this savior is really killed by the fire dragon, it is actually not a bad thing, but unfortunately, he still needs the plan to come in handy." Moody sighed and said regretfully.

A whistling voice came from the door of the office, and Moody's magic eye cast a faintly glance in that direction.

"As for the second project, I really spent too much time in order to remind him without showing a trace."

"I deliberately mentioned scuba and gills in front of his companions, and I deliberately reminded him himself. Of course, I don’t think I can let him go smoothly. The girl student at Boothbarton should have picked up some bargains. The savior and Durmstrang’s warriors struggled for a long time."

"That's great. It's too eye-catching and it's suspicious, and the mediocre savior has performed brilliantly. That's too suspicious, isn't it?"

"But make sure that he passes the game." Moody patted his forehead and made a distressed expression.

"But now, the top priority is to welcome one of our uninvited guests."

Moody's voice tightened abruptly, and at the same time he stood up from his desk and limped to the door. He seemed to see the slightly gaped crack in the door outside.

"Hey, why is there a beetle here?" He pretended to be surprised, and step by step towards a black beetle lying on the floor.

Malfoy raised his brows when he heard the words, his eyes followed Moody's and looked over.

The beetle knew that someone had spotted him at this time, and began to drive its strong thick legs to flee, panicking to get into the gap between the side bookcase and the ground. It thought it was just a whim of the old man, as long as he could not catch it. Wherever he goes, the man will lose interest in it.

But it seems to have forgotten something. Moody’s magic eye can almost break through all disguise. Even the Supreme Invisibility Cloak, one of the three holy artifacts, will be invisible under his magic eyes, an Animagus’ Isn't it too difficult for spells to fool him?

"Quick imprisonment!" "Faint!" Moody's magical arm made a sound of wind rubbing against the air, and two consecutive strong and powerful spells hit the beetle with precision, and lifted the floor by the way. A lot of dust on the floor made the whole house smug.

His staggering appearance was just to paralyze the eavesdropper and let it relax its guard.

"Did you see the little flag next to you? As long as someone breaks into this room, it will turn to call the police. I think the previous instruments are too noisy. I put them in the locked box. The effect is not bad."

"Well, let's take a look at the true face of this Animagus." Moody gave Malfoy a smile, then pointed to the ground and said, "The whirlwind is swept away!"

The dust was cleaned up, and a woman with curly blond hair was lying face down and embarrassed on the ground. She lost consciousness.

"You don't seem surprised at all?" Moody pulled out his chair and sat back at his desk.

"Maybe you didn't see it when I was surprised, maybe, Mr. Moody."

"Oh?"

"Just when you said there was a beetle." Malfoy said lightly.

"Okay." Moody said, "I can't see her face when I'm lying on my stomach like this." He raised his hand with another spell, and hit the woman, and then the woman bounced off the ground with a swish , Turned his body, and fell straight down from mid-air.

At this time she was facing up.

"Oh, gossip female reporter." Moody said mockingly. He still has a deep impression of this vulgar woman, especially the exaggerated red lips. The big golden waves and all the time. With a strong perfume smell.

"What do you think I should do with her?" Moody asked Malfoy maliciously.

"This is your captive, Mr. Moody." Malfoy nodded slightly. "But if possible, I suggest keeping her alive, because she is very keen to fight Dumbledore and I want to do it before the plan is completed. , We should avoid extra-junctions."

"It makes sense." Moody smiled, and then the smile became extremely cruel and distorted in an instant.

"This should turn into a good toy, enough to make me entertaining for a while." The man looked at Rita Skeeter who was in a coma, and said expectantly.