Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Krum opened his eyes, his face blank.He struggled to stand up as soon as he saw Dumbledore

"He hit me!" Krum stretched out his hand to cover his head and murmured, "The old madman hit me! I was watching where Potter was going at the time, and he hit me from behind!"

"You lie down quietly for a while," Dumbledore said kindly, not taking Krum's words.

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall hurried to the scene, wearing her tall peaked hat and wearing an old-style, dimly colored lady's gray robe, looking at Krum lying on the ground, and then Frowned and asked.

"Minerva, you should first go to Madam Pomfrey and ask her to make some potions to relieve the dizziness of the Stupefying Curse. Then go to Karkaroff and explain to him that his student may have been attacked. I still need to check for clues here, I can't get out." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"Okay." Professor McGonagall nodded, did not ask much, and then left quickly, she also immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

Karkaroff hurriedly followed, wearing that smooth silver-white fur robe, his face pale and anxious.

"What's going on?" He saw Krum lying on the ground, with Dumbledore and Harry guarding beside him, and exclaimed, "What happened?"

"I was beaten!" Krum said, as he sat up slowly, rubbing his head with his hands, "I heard that the man was called Crouch--that's the one..."

"Crouch hit you? Crouch hit you? The referee in the Triwizard Tournament hit you?"

"Igor--" Dumbledore wanted to speak, but Karkaroff straightened his body, tightening the fur robe wrapped around him, his face pale.

"Mrs. Maxim! Are you here too?" Karkaroff's voice rose loudly, appearing very deliberate, as if her presence made him more confident.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I think it's not just Mr. Karkaroff, I also need a reasonable explanation." Mrs. Maxim shook the opal jewelry on her wrist, saying aggressively.

The situation seemed to spread faster than expected. Soon Busbarton's warrior, Fleur Delacour, also rushed to the scene, even though she was not with her principal at the time.

As for Malfoy, he also "don't know" from what channel he learned the news, and walked over slowly.

Dumbledore glanced in his direction seemingly unintentionally, then quickly straightened his eyes and stared at the other two principals.

"Look, all the warriors are here now, of course, only in this way we foreigners are "qualified" to sing a diagonal show with you, right?" Karkarov said strangely.

"Calm down," Dumbledore said calmly.

"How do you want me to calm down!" Karkaroff said madly. Few people noticed a trace of anxiety and fear in his tone. He subconsciously grabbed one of his arms, as if there was something unusual.

"I think Mr. Potter probably didn't tell the truth. We might need to use something else to learn the truth." Snape suddenly appeared gloomy on Dumbledore's, against his shiny black hair. Behind him, it was like a black cloud, and his deep eyes were constantly shining maliciously, staring at Harry closely, and he couldn't help getting goose bumps all over his body.

Harry immediately thought of the "Veritaserum" that Snape had threatened him in class.

"Severus." Dumbled coughed multiple times, his azure blue eyes flashing, and Snape shut his mouth with interest.

Snape's silence seemed to be more effective than Dumbledore's own dissuasion. Seeing Snape stopped, Karkaroff actually curbed his bad temper for an unprecedented time.

Everyone entangled here for a long time, perhaps knowing that it was useless to stop here, and finally left each, but while leaving, Karkaroff kept clamoring that Dumbledore must give him an explanation.

"Thank you, Alastor." Dumbledore said in a very soft voice, as if talking to himself, as Moody passed by Dumbledore.

"It's a bit, but it's totally acceptable." Moody replied, the magic eye beating happily, and he grinned, looking very satisfied.

Time to go back to when the last vacation just started.

"Albus, are there any new trends, or do you mean...what else are you looking for?" Moody pushed open the door of the principal's office and asked directly.

Professor Dumbledore’s Phoenix Fox perched on a golden perch by the door, the size of a swan, and its bright red and golden feathers dazzling.It shakes its long tail feathers

"Alastor, sit down." Dumbledore pulled out a chair from behind him and moved it in front of Moody.

It was a hot summer afternoon. The heat outside the house made people tired. Even Moody, who had just entered through the door, still had a few drops of sweat remaining on his forehead, and the legs of his pants were dusty, making him look dusty.

Moody threw his cane to the foot of the stool, made a rolling noise, and then sat down on the chair.

The terrible evil eye looked at Dumbledore indifferently, and Dumbledore was accustomed to it, reached out his hand, lifted a pot of tea on the table without knowing when, poured a cup, and passed it to Moody.

"Thank you." Moody said, but the old man didn't seem to be interested in tasting tea, but only used him as a means to quench his thirst. The hot tea was poured into his Adam's apple and rolled a few times, and finally drank it. .

"Well, can you tell me anything now? Dumbledore? If the communication between us is not a very important thing, you usually use the patron saint to inform me, right?"

Moody put the tea cup back in place.

"In that case. Things that require you to talk to me personally are definitely important."

Dumbledore groaned, his long silver-white beard drooping at the table, while he himself seemed to be hesitant, his fingertips facing each other and placed on the table.

"This is not your style, Albus, I think I have enough capital to gain your trust, and enough ability to complete the tasks you gave me."

"Compared to the Ministry of Magic, I still trust you more, and now I am no longer affiliated with that ruined place full of bureaucratic smell, am I?"

Moody said endlessly.

"If you accept my commission, you may die." Dumbledore said blankly.

"Oh?" Moody's expression of astonishment remained for a moment, and then the wrinkled face showed a very wonderful expression, as if the magic eye was about to pop out of the eye socket.

He suddenly began to clutch his stomach and laughed frantically, showing a row of crooked teeth, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.Put one hand on the table, try to support yourself not to fall off the chair.

After maintaining this state for a while, Moody raised his head and said with a serious expression:

"Albus, do you think I'm afraid of death? Your hesitation is only because of this?"

"I never doubted your courage." Dumbledore stood up from his chair, put his hands behind him, turned his back to Moody, and stared in a daze at the photo in front of him, which shows the history of Hogwarts. Photo of the principal.They are all asleep, their chests undulating slightly

"No one can easily decide the life or death of a person, even himself." Dumbledore sighed slowly.

"I know, you know a lot of things I don’t know, Albus, um... For example, letting go of that little mouse deliberately. You have your own considerations. I will occasionally guess your thoughts by myself, but I don’t Will doubt your motives."

"Dying on the battlefield is the highest glory of an Auror." Moody said.

"If the accident happens according to my plan, you may die very humiliatingly." Dumbledore took a deep breath.

"Humiliation is humiliation, as long as it is useful, I don't feel it anyway, right?" Moody began to laugh again.

"Albus, I hope you can trust me as much as I trust you." Moody's laughter gradually stopped, and the beating magic eye returned to the calmness of silence.

Dumbledore turned around in silence and walked to the wall behind the table. A shabby, patched sorting hat was placed on the shelf. In the lower right corner of the shelf, there was a glass box, empty inside. Nothing was put, but it reflected the brilliance of silver. On the opposite side of the glass box, there was an inconspicuous small black cabinet with the door hidden, and the light was revealed from it.

Dumbledore bent down and opened the cabinet, then took an object out of it and placed it on the table..

This is a shallow stone basin. The mouth of the basin has strange carvings. Runes and symbols are carved on the edge of the basin. It is very mysterious. The basin is shining with silver brilliance. The bright source looks like a piece of bright silver. It is constantly flowing, like the surface of water rippling in the breeze, and then spreading and spinning softly like clouds.It is like light that has turned into a liquid-and it is like wind that has become solid.

Moody picked up his cane, stomped his wooden legs, dragged his body to Dumbledore's side, and looked at the object.

"I can't see through this thing." After looking closely, Moody shook his head helplessly.

His magic eyes seemed to be ineffective in front of this thing. The indefinite silver substance made him dizzy. He wanted to try his best to capture something deeper, but found that it was futile.

"This silver substance is thought and memory, Alastor. Dumbledore explained, and then he took out his wand and stirred it in the basin. The surface of the silver object spun quickly. It showed a Kind of spiraling appearance.

"Buy your head in and take a look, Alastor." Dumbledore said, and Moody put his head in when he heard the words, and the glassy substance stopped at the tip of his nose.

Moody stretched his head again, and felt the sky spinning around, falling in a piece of cold and dark material, as if being sucked into a black whirlpool——

After a while, Moody's head slowly lifted from it.

There was no joy or anger on his face, and he asked, "Is this your memory? Albus?"

He muttered to himself: "I still have some impression of this trial. My father is a majestic and impartial Ministry of Magic official, but his son has turned to a notorious mysterious man. It is really ironic. I heard that his son died. Azkaban? Then his wife seems to have passed away because of excessive grief, right"

"It's really pathetic." Moody shook his head regretfully. "That Crouch should still be a boss to my appetite."

"Show me what this means, Albus?"

"If I said little Crouch was not dead, what would you think?"

Whether it was the magic eye or the ordinary eyeball, it was immediately enlarged, and the brows immediately frowned.

Dumbledore immediately said: "Everything you have received just now is the memory in my mind. This is called the meditation basin. Sometimes I feel that too many thoughts and memories are stuffed in my mind, and I will take the extra thoughts. Suck it out of your head, pour it into this basin, and take a good look when you have time."

"Interesting thing, the effect of obtaining the truth feels more effective than veritaserum. As for the mind-trapping, only the caster can know. If this song can be promoted during the wizard's trial, it will be very good. The jury is also You can use what they see as the criterion for judgment." Professionalism made Moody's instant analysis of the basin in front of him.

"You must voluntarily draw out your thoughts." Dumbledore's words dispelled Moody's thoughts.

He can't expect criminals to confess from the bottom of their hearts, right?

Dumbledore drew his wand from his robe and inserted the tip of the wand into his silver hair, close to his temple.When he pulled out the wand, there seemed to be some hair sticking to the tip of the wand, which was actually a small strand of silvery white substance like that in the basin.Dumbledore added this new idea to the basin.

"This is the process of adding memory, Alastor."

"I'm not interested in these anymore, let's get back to the subject, Albus, what do you want me to do? Capture the surviving little Crouch? Since he is not dead, he will definitely choose not to be in Azka. Ben, I guess I found some other way to escape." Moody asked anxiously, his patience is almost gone.

But impatient, he had no doubt about Dumbledore's words.

"He escaped." Dumbledore nodded.

"Where is he? Any clues?" Moody asked.

"You just need to wait at home." Dumbledore's eyes flashed.

"He will throw himself into the snare? Turn himself in?" Moody asked incredulously.

"Of course not? I learned from some sources that he might attack you and then use the Imperius Curse to make you confess a lot of things."

"Oh, I don't believe that a little furry kid can beat me." Moody said disdainfully, in his opinion, this is not a threat.

"If it is a sneak attack, it is not impossible, and he may still have a helper."

"That won't be anymore, I already have a high level of alertness, and I will be more careful all the time." Moody said.

"But what I want you to do is not to arrest him, but..." Dumbledore extended the topic, and then every time he said a word, Moody's expression became heavier and heavier. The swirling magic eye fell silent and retracted into its socket.

Moody pondered.

"If you are not Dumbledore, I really suspect you are a lunatic."

"But, you shouldn't be a fake now." Moody's index finger rubbed his eyebrows, then slipped to the corner of his magic eye and continued to massage.

"What am I going to do?" Moody asked hoarsely.

Dumbledore's azure blue eyes floated to the meditation basin in front of him at this moment, constantly looking at it.

"First of all, our conversation today, as well as the memory of some previous events, maybe you have to deposit it with me for a while, Alastor, this can evade the Imperius Curse and set out redundant information."

"Then, I want to hypnotize you. The hypnotized person will believe that certain falsehoods are true. Before that, we only need to deceive ourselves first, and that can deceive the enemy."

"I studied some Muggle hypnotism and verified the effect. It is very good. I can't notice my true thoughts when I face myself in the mirror, because I convinced myself. At the time, I was He does think so."

"But there are still some uncontrollable risk factors." After Dumbledore said this, he fell into complete silence.

Obviously, he has to leave this decision to Moody's.

"What's the point of hesitation?" Moody laughed, then immediately raised his wand and pointed it at his bulging temple. Then the tip of the wand brought out a long silver thread of memory.It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke, gleaming silver on the tip of the stick.

"Is that the first step?" the man said without hesitation.