Hogwarts of a certain magic

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Moody raised a curved wine bottle and took a gulp.

"Albus, say so... the mysterious man has returned from Albania?"

"That's right." Dumbledore held up the black tea and blew the heat: "William and Hermione saw him."

"I really can't believe the two little wizards." Moody's face was gloomy, "Are you sure..."

"I'm pretty sure, I trust them as if I trust you."

Dumbledore said seriously: "I have a hunch that Voldemort's return this time is different.

With Wormtail's help, he would be more cautious.He must have also obtained information from Bertha for hosting the Triwizard Tournament."

"In this case, I will tell the truth, your little wizards are too weak." Moody's blue eyes kept turning.

"Since the mysterious person may make a comeback, I must teach something different to let them understand what is truly... cruel!"

"For example?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Let them feel the Unforgivable Curse." Moody tilted his mouth and squinted."There is also some evil black magic."

Dumbledore put down the cup, crossed his hands, and squinted in thought.

"Abth, this course has fallen behind a lot, maybe Lupin helped a little bit, but I think it's not enough." Moody's expression was extremely serious.

"We have to let them know what the real danger is."

Dumbledore did not answer immediately.

Moody looked at the hesitant principal and snorted dissatisfiedly:

"You can't let these children come in contact with them when the war comes? It will be too late then!"

Dumbledore sighed and nodded imperceptibly.

Moody laughed in satisfaction and took another sip from the hip flask.

"I also want to talk to Stark about the details about Albania.

To be honest, I don't quite believe in his strength.I hear a lot of those rumors.

Lockhart was also awarded the Merlin Medal, but he was just a liar.

It always pays to be vigilant..."

Moody's mouth suddenly shut up, the magic eyes that had turned up and down, the blue eyes rolled over and got into his head.

He stood up and strode towards the wooden door with his wand.

Dumbledore smiled, and did not stop, but took the black tea again and took a sip, showing a good show.

The stairs slowly rose automatically, sending William to a shiny oak door with a brass knocker.

After finishing his duties as the prefect, he stayed in the lounge for a while, then quietly left and came to Dumbledore.

William was about to knock on the door, the voice in the room stopped, and someone walked quickly, seeming to be about to open the door.

William took a step back, only to reveal a crack in the right door, and he saw Moody raising his wand.

His body almost reacted like a condition, evading towards the left door, and the moment his wand was raised, a long sword in his left hand was deeply nailed into the wooden door.

Moody's body was suddenly short, his blue eyes turned to the top, looking at the silver sword that the thorn came through.

Evasion was timely, but there was still a blood stain on his cheeks, and hair on the temples fell to the ground.

Moody didn't wipe it at all, just shouted:

"Yes. Amazing reaction ability, much better than Tonks's little girl! At least your reputation is not fake!"

William drew his silver sword, pushed the door open, and frowned at Moody.

Only then did he realize that the other party had just raised the wand, and didn't mean to release the spell.

William glanced at Dumbledore again in confusion.

The principal smiled and nodded.

"Put down your sword, child, lest you pierce anyone's eyes," Moody said in a low, gruff voice.

But William ignored him.

"Yes, that's how it should be... Don't listen to others, Stark, you are very suitable to be an Auror.

At least he will live longer than others."

Moody dragged the wooden legs and walked around the room.

"Can you guarantee that this is him, Albus?" He roared again coarsely. "In the middle of the night, the little wizard is not in the dormitory. Come to the principal's office?

It's best to ask him something that only Stark knows."

"Alastor...I allowed William to come to me at any time. I trust him so much." Dumbledore explained softly.

"William, put down your wand, too."

William waved his wand, and the wooden door was restored.He flipped his right hand and the wand disappeared, not knowing where he was hiding.

"Since you have something to talk about, I'll go first." Moody muttered, then dragged his legs and walked outside.

William watched Moody leave slowly, without speaking.

"Don't take it to heart." Dumbledore raised his hand and motioned for William to sit down.

"Alastor is like this. He has experienced the Wizarding War, fought against countless Death Eaters, caught many dark wizards, and didn't trust anyone.

In Muggle terms, there is severe post-traumatic stress disorder."

William sat down in the chair and shrugged: "Such a wizard teaches defense against the dark arts, and the class will be fun."

"The content may be interesting... but for most people, the experience of the first class is definitely not interesting." Dumbledore shook his head.

"It will be bad."

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Okay, it really works.Quirrell's garlic smell, Lockhart's saucy... both brought serious discomfort to the students, making you want to kill them both.

After the chat, William began to talk about the Quidditch World Cup.

Dumbledore had always been in Venice and didn't know much about the situation here.

After William finished speaking, the principal still bowed his head in thought, tapping gently with his five fingers.

"Who released the mascots and allowed them to attack the camp is still unclear."

Dumbledore finally said slowly."The International Federation of Wizards is already cooperating with the British Auror and has begun an investigation."

In fact, there is nothing to investigate this matter. The Dark Mark on the arena means that the Death Eaters are responsible for this incident.

But the Death Eaters only carried out parades and kidnapping plans.

Malfoy and the others were marching in the camp, but when they saw William hit the parade animals, they immediately confessed and ran away.

It is even more impossible to separate manpower to release those mascots.

Little Tom did not do this, he just asked Professor Babling to release the Dark Mark.

The wizard who escaped from Crouch's tent was even more impossible.

To release these mascots, it is impossible for one person to do it. It requires a team to commit crimes.His kidnapping of wizards was already the limit, and he couldn't do more.

So looking for it, although there is no evidence, it is more likely that Arya, who is far away in Egypt, will come to do such a thing.

So what is her purpose?

If only from the behavior point of view, Arya and Little Tom seem to be planting blame and buying time for themselves.

Their purpose was to turn everyone's attention to the Death Eaters, and slam on Voldemort.

Let everyone have no energy to manage things in the United States and Egypt.

In other words...Voldemort is the only designated bearer.

In fact, it was successful. International public opinion is demanding that the British Ministry of Magic severely punish the Death Eaters!

"Speaking of Tom, did Professor Babling tell you his strange actions?" William asked softly.

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"But I checked the map and found no special place." William said.

"There is actually an orphanage nearby, called Wood Orphanage, where Tom lived when he was a child." Dumbledore replied.

"But there is no orphanage on the map."

"The orphanage was not profitable and was later rebuilt and turned into a department store."

Dumbledore took out an old map, shook his hands lightly, and pointed to a place.

It does mark a Wood Orphanage.

William squinted his eyes and thought about it for a moment, then said:

"Little Tom can't come here for no reason. He is not a nostalgic wizard.

This shows... he guessed that Voldemort had hidden the Horcrux nearby?"

"Yes." Dumbledore admired."This semester, we may need to take a trip over there."

William nodded slightly.

"Is the Goblet of Fire still with you?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

William hummed unclearly.

Dumbledore stared at William.

"Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff forbid you to participate, so a minor is not allowed to participate."

"Then just don't participate." William said nothing."It's not interesting anyway."

"But according to tradition, there is no age limit for the Triwizard Tournament... In theory, minors may also participate." Dumbledore smiled.

"If it is not forbidden by the rules, I even want to completely release the number of participants.

Yes, many students have indeed died, and professors have been injured.

But this time, I am not worried...William, do you know what I mean?"

William was taken aback, raised his hand to hold the cup, and said, "I think I understand, but... the other two principals..."

Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and breathed a sigh of relief, then said leisurely:

"Cheating has always been the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament."

One big and one little fox smiles knowingly,

William left.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his eyes in a daze, as if thinking of something.

A century ago, Hogwarts also proposed to hold the Triwizard Tournament.

But then nothing happened.

Otherwise, he is likely to meet that person... in advance.

The old man walked slowly back to the room.

The green dill in that room is still full of life, but the old man's long twigs stand alone, alone.

But he was not sad, he just missed that summer a little bit, and those who... lost that summer.

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