Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Aren't you afraid that you have taught so seriously to create more opponents for the Dark Lord?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows and looked at Moody.

At this time, he had followed the man to his office, found a sofa at random, sat down, and started talking.

"No, no, no, even if they fit everything I advocate, they can't do that." Moody shook his finger and said negatively, "They are missing something."

"I think I know what you want to say." Malfoy pressed his fingers gently on the table.

"It's possible for you, but you and I are on the same side, aren't they." Moody laughed triumphantly, then smiled, the muscles of his face began to deform again, and the eyes gradually accumulated horror. Hate, matched with that big eyeball, is indescribable horror.

"I asked you to come here for something else." Moody's rotten skin twitched a few times at this time, and his lips began to wriggle.

"Peter that stupid mouse! Let my father escape the Imperius Curse! He escaped from there! He is very likely to come to Dumbledore now. We must stop him before he finds the old man, or the master The plan is all over!" Moody maintained a certain degree of self-sufficiency when he began to make a statement, and then became more frantic, and frantically slapped the crumbling wooden table in front of him, seeming a little unreasonable.

"My friend, calm down." Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "It's not the most serious yet, isn't it? Anger will mess up our judgment." Malfoy suddenly bent down and stretched out his hand. , Caught a small object that was almost swayed on the floor, and slowly pushed it back in front of Moody.

"You know, he must be very unclear now." Malfoy said lightly. "The pain of the Imperius Curse for a long time and the pain of the Heart Drilling Curse for a long time is enough to make him go crazy, right?"

"Of course." Moody calmed himself down at this time. "If he has been sane, we should have been caught to Azkaban by now, but since he has escaped at this time, it proves that he has at least At that time, he can maintain a certain logical thinking ability!" Moody said pessimistically, and the magic eye was drooping and hanging in his eye socket.

"His destination must be Hogwarts, and I must catch him." Moody's breathing began to rush, looking very nervous.

"No, I have to patrol now, go to the Forbidden Forest... and then..." Moody said in a hoarse voice, then got up from the chair and dragged his body to the door. go with.

"Death lame, really troublesome." He looked at his wooden prosthetic leg in disgust, stamped a few times on the ground, and made a dull sound. Even though the imitation was almost seamless, he was still not used to this lame. Walking with crutches.

"That's right." The moment the wooden artificial leg crossed the threshold, Moody stopped his body, turned his head to reveal his crooked teeth and said: "Professor McGonagall asked me to inform you that it will be nine o'clock tonight. Go to the Quidditch stadium below, and the referee will tell you about the third item."

"After you know the content of the game, remember to look around as much as possible. When you meet my father, immediately stop him. If necessary, killing him is also a good choice." Moody's tone became more calm at this time. As if talking about killing an ant.

"I will." Malfoy nodded.

"If you want, just stay for a while, oh, the last project, don't let the unimportant people break things." Moody muttered to himself, stepping out of this office.

Malfoy sat quietly in that chair for a while, playing with Moody's little things boredly, then pulled out a piece of parchment from his sleeve and spread it out on the table. It was a map of life. After he chanted the spell, The black ink began to spread on the blank parchment, and finally took shape. The whole picture of Hogwarts was unobstructed, and the dense names became black dots, moving faster or slower on it.

The most amazing thing is that the two small black dots with the word Crouch on it are getting closer."

"It's time to do it." Mar murmured, got up from the chair, and walked to the seven-locked box on the corner of the wall. The index finger tapped on it rhythmically, giving out a pattern. The dull sound.

Then he also walked out of this room.

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"Come on!" Pansy whispered to Malfoy at the exit of the auditorium, his face flushed slightly.

By this time he had left Moody's office, had lunch with Pansy, and was about to go to Quidditch Stadium to listen to Bagman's explanation of the next venue.

"Of course, goodbye." Malfoy nodded and waved his hand at Pansy, naturally not revealing the facts he already knew.

He now walked quickly along the road, across the field, and towards the Quidditch field.

The Quidditch court is no longer flat and smooth.It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here, these low walls are intricately stretched in all directions.

Malfoy should be the first warrior to come. After all, he still needs to show the "Mr. Moody" a good look. It seems that he is very interested in Mr. Crouch who escaped.

Fleur was the second warrior to come to the venue, but after seeing Malfoy, she immediately hid behind a tree in embarrassment and leaned against her. She still did not calm down to face the boy in front of her. Because of resentment, but because of the "active" revenge, Furong didn't know how to deal with it.

"Oh, the two warriors came really early, but we still have to wait until everyone is here to announce the game. It's fair, isn't it?" Bagman paced towards the center of the court and walked unhurriedly. In the past, he wore a black suit today.

"Look, they are here." Bagman slapped his palm and said excitedly.

"Hello!" He waved his palm and greeted Krum and Harry cheerfully.

"What do you think?" Bagman asked happily when Harry and Cedric crossed the last low wall. "Good progress, isn't it? In one month, Hagrid will turn them into twenty. Feet tall. Don’t worry," he said with a smile, seeing the unpleasant expressions on Harry and Cedric’s faces, "As soon as the competition is over, your Quidditch stadium will return to its original state! Okay, I think you probably guessed Can you figure out what we are going to do here?"

No one spoke for a while, and then—

"Maze," Krum said gruffly.

"That's right!" Bagman said, "it's a maze. The third project is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Cup is placed in the center of the maze. Whoever can meet it first will get full marks."

"We just need to go through the maze?" Fleur asked, shifting her gaze in the opposite direction from Malfoy as much as possible.