Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"Harry, Harry! What's wrong with you?"

Harry panting heavily, hearing a familiar voice in his ear, he barely opened his eyes , Saw two vague, concerned faces, Ron and Neville. They looked terrified and stretched out their arms not knowing what to do, and Harry realized that he didn't know when he fell off the bed and was lying on the cold floor.

"I'm fine, Ron, and Neville, thanks." Harry said, he also saw Seamus and Dean lift the head from the bed, "I'm fine..." he emphasized Say.

"You don't look okay," Ron said.

"I...oh, I'm just scared...it's the old problem." Harry muttered, getting up from the ground, Ron took his eyes to him, Harry put them on, in the room The environment becomes clear.

Neville is holding a magic lamp. The rays of light are not dazzling, but it makes Harry feel dizzy. He seems to be back in that real dream again. He is sitting on a chair. Talking to who...but that doesn't seem to be him. He is not that fragile. He needs to be fed even to drink medicine...

He tried his best to immerse himself in it, the feeling is too real, sticky Potion is like ice, sliding down his throat into the esophagus, then tumbling in his stomach...

"Are you sick, Harry?" Seamus looked at him in horror, "I I think you need to go to the school hospital."

The scenery in the dream seems to be far away from him, no, it can't be like this... Harry thought, he made an excuse for himself: "I'm going to the bathroom... ...Don't worry, I'm fine..." He stumbled charge ahead in his pajamas.

"I'll go see Harry, you guys sleep." Ron thought for a while, Neville handed his young lion magic light to Ron, "Oh, thank you, Neville. Harry should have a nightmare. Go to the bathroom and wash your face..."

Ron explained, followed Harry and left the bedroom.

After he went out, he didn’t see anyone in the direction of the door. He scanned for a week and, as expected, saw Harry in a familiar position in the corner of the common room. He was sitting on the golden red armchair. On the chair, he raised his head, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and covered his chest with one hand, frowning.

Harry desperately recalled, pretending that he was still in that dark room, trying his best to recall the smell of the slimy potion, that thing was really disgusting, more than a pot of boiling over. The toad soup is still disgusting... He is very angry, something has messed up, he mentioned someone's son, and that person is there, serving himself silently, it's really bad... No, that's not himself , It should be Voldemort, Sirius has analyzed it for himself, it should be the reason for the scar on the head, Dumbledore also explained during the First Year...

Voldemort is very weak and needs to drink medicine continuously. Harry sincerely hopes that The medicine had better be difficult to drink...but, Voldemort has a body, good news...Voldemort was attacked, but his reaction was quick, blocking the way...black lightning? Familiar...Professor Haip! How did he appear? Did he get a clue to Voldemort from one of his many dancing partners?

Harry put this unreliable idea aside, he must recall more details... After a few words, Voldemort asked someone to go first, who is it? The one who was scolded? Harry couldn't remember the name, but he knew it was a three-syllable pronunciation... Professor Haip used a powerful flame magic, unlike Hermione's one, which is a white flame... They continued the conversation, Harry shook his head, he I don't remember clearly, my mind is like a sink with the plug unplugged, and the details in my dream keep leaking...

They mentioned Professor Dumbledore, hypocrisy? An anger surged in Harry's heart, but he quickly became nervous. He knew what happened next. The impression was so deep that he almost thought he was dead in his dream... Professor Haip condensed a long sword of flames, Through his chest, he wailed desperately...No, he made a mistake again, it was Voldemort, not himself.

Harry thought freely. Professor Haip began to attack, countless brilliant magic flashes... Voldemort floated in midair, laughing at Professor Haip's useless work... But Harry realized that kind of hatred, Voldemort's malice was too strong, and it was definitely not like him. It's so easy... Harry seemed to have brought Voldemort's perspective, not dreaming, but what was happening at this moment!

Did I get into Voldemort's head? Harry thought with excitement and horror. He closed his eyes tightly. He seemed to be floating in the clouds, moving forward fast. The dark night made everything around him fuzzy, and then a dazzling silver rays of light lit him and flew to him. Ahead, it was a silver Phoenix, just like Fawkes. He found himself gnashing teeth shouting: "Dumbledore!"

Then he plunged into the ground, amidst the black mud and brown rocks. To stop the shuttle, he must race against time. There is a very important thing to do. He broke into a basement and was attached to a hapless mouse. The mouse yelled "zi zi" a few times and then opened it. , The eyes have become scarlet. It climbed onto a table and touched some mechanism. A brilliant purple light exploded in the air. The mouse flew more than ten feet and hit the wall, twitching a few times, and then it was motionless.

Then Voldemort's apparition floated out of the mouse's corpse. He stood there quietly without any sound, but Harry still felt a heavy depression...

Harry Opening his eyes, Ron sat opposite him, looking at him with a complicated expression, "You dreamed of that person again, didn't you?"

Harry took a deep breath and said affirmatively: "Voldemort notified His spy in school."

"What?" Ron looked at him in surprise, "Man, do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know!" Harry let his tone be as calm as possible, "I know, of course I know..." He suddenly stood up and circled in the common room, "Voldemort lacks manpower, he can't lose his servant in the castle...Haip The professor and Headmaster Dumbledore launched a surprise attack and did a great job!" He slapped his chin.

Ron looked at him worriedly.

"But Voldemort has a way to get in touch with the spy in the castle, that... the guy who threw our name into Goblet of Fire!" Harry thought, his thoughts became clearer and clearer, "He lost again Without the body, if he loses his only servant, all his previous plans will be lost, so he activated the emergency contact..."

Harry paused abruptly and looked towards Ron with scorching eyes. , He said excitedly: "Do you know what we are going to do now?"

"Sell, tell the professor?" Ron stammered.

"Half right, give me the wand!" He said to Ron, who brought him and Harry's wand when he came out.

Ron handed it to Harry Wand reluctantly.

Harry held the wand and pointed in the direction of the dormitory: "Marauder's Map Accio! Invisibility Cloak Accio!" They heard the sound of the box popping suddenly, Neville's scream, and then quietly waited for a few seconds—

"sou! sou!"

With two air-breaking accio, Harry quickly grasped the map and the Invisibility Cloak.

Ron pursed his lips and swallowed. He watched Harry spread out Marauder's Map, and kept searching his eyes: "Hurry up...it must be, if I guess right..." Harry said.

"What are you looking for?" Ron lay on the table, staring at the densely packed name.

"Don't worry about the names that are not moving, they must be moving! At this time, either the professor on patrol or the spy who gets news and wants to escape!"

Ron quickly lowered his head to help find it.

"It will move, it will move... there is it! Look, there is someone named Eleanor Branston!" Ron shouted, Harry looked over excitedly, and immediately listened When Ron said frustratedly: "Oh...maybe not, she is going to the kitchen."

"Then add one more thing, running out of the castle, focusing on some moving fast but There were people who stopped at the corner of the stairs." Harry said, imagining the escape route of the spy in his own way.

"Good idea." Ron said, and he looked at it for a while, "Peeves is really busy! Do you think someone has stolen his name, such as magic? Pettigrew Peter knows Marauder's Map, he might tell you know who about this, maybe that person is on guard."

Harry was also very embarrassed. They found more than a dozen mobile names, including professors and students, and some living People have ghost, and Filch's cat!

He never realized that the night in the castle was so lively.

"Wait!" Harry said, his eyes shined, "It's him!"

"Who is it?" Ron stick one's head around to look for, looking around, wanting to see It was clear, but Harry had pulled him to open the door of the common room. The fat lady was awakened. Just about to complain, Harry and Ron ran away like a gust of wind.

"Reckless youngster! Don't think I will open the door for you!" she moved towards their back and shouted.

Harry and Ron went downstairs quickly, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs made a "crack" sound, awakening countless portraits hanging on the wall. But they didn't care, and they stepped three or four steps at a time.

"Who the hell?" Ron asked while staring at the steps below his feet.

"Stinchcombe ·Crouch!"

"The referee of the Triwizard Tournament?" Ron's jaw was shocked, and he followed Harry up a staircase subconsciously.

"It’s reasonable, isn’t it? He is a referee, or the Ministry of Magic Official who organizes the game. He has the opportunity to get in touch with Goblet of Fire! And after the accident, he insisted that the person whose name was pronounced must participate. After the game, he took a long vacation... so that he has the opportunity to infiltrate Hogwarts!"

"But why? He can come just and honorable?" Ron asked, because he was too focused. Almost stepped on the trap of the stairs.

"In that case, he can only show up during the game. There will be countless eyes staring at him at that time." Harry gasping for breath said, staring at Marauder's Map, they just couldn't use it. At 1 point, he rushed to the third floor in one breath.

"Strange, Crouch is walking very slowly, and there shouldn't be a road there." Harry looked at the map and said puzzledly, "That direction should be Professor Moody's office..."

Ron chased after him with a whirr, "No, anyway...we caught up, didn’t we? Put on the Invisibility Cloak, wait for him to come out, we follow him behind, take the opportunity to sneak attack or pass by The professor warns."

Harry didn't speak, he just stared at Marauder's Map and kept analyzing in his heart. Crouch doesn't seem to be walking, dilly-dallying, what the hell is he doing? He had the guts to go undercover at Hogwarts, he should be loyal to Voldemort, and he would leave immediately after hearing Voldemort's summon.

But why...

Harry can't figure it out. They had arrived near the Defense Against the Dark Arts technical office, only seven or eight steps away from the office door. Ron opened the Invisibility Cloak and covered the two of them.

They stared at Marauder's Map. The name Stinchcombe · Crouch coincides with the location of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. The two looked at each other in surprise. "He wants to sneak attack Professor Moody? Why?" Ron asked in confusion.

Harry held his breath, the name of Professor Moody was still motionless, and he should be lying on the bed to sleep. Ron also realized this, and he muttered anxiously: "Get up, you are the greatest Auror, you just miss Cruciatus Curse on us."

Harry dragged Ron forward. After a few steps, they put their heads on the door, and they heard a "click, click" sound, like the sound of an armor lacking lubricating oil forcibly moving.

Moody's name on the map is still motionless.

"What should I do?"

Ron asked, holding up Wand, on Marauder's Map, Stinchcombe · Crouch walked through the office and stood at the door of the bedroom. There is no doubt that whether he is How did he appear, he must want to do something to Professor Moody.

"Don't go out yet!" Harry said to Ron.

"What?"

Harry suddenly opened the Invisibility Cloak, held up the wand, and said aloud: "Diffindo!" The office door suddenly exploded, and the loud noise started. The people inside, Barty Jr. Crouch looked back in horror.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry chanted abruptly, the incantion like a laser beam collided with Barty Jr. ·Crouch's shield, sparks splashed everywhere.

"It's you? It's you! Potter, you came right in time!" Barty Jr. · Crouch yelled.

Harry was at a loss for a moment, who is this person? Why do you wear Mr. Stinchcombe · Crouch's name? But he has no time to think about it. He is trying his best to maintain incantion, but Barty Jr. Crouch is not weak at all. His Shield Charm firmly blocks this powerful Disarming Charm. On the contrary, he is facing Harry’s magic step by step. Before approaching.

Passing through the vague barrier, Barty Jr. · Crouch stared at Harry, his eyes were full of greed, "Potter, no, Harry, I am Professor Moody, I taught you, did you forget? Come with me, I will take you to the Dark Lord..."

"You are not a Professor Moody!" Harry retorted loudly.

"There are two Moody you saw, one of them is me," Barty Jr. ·Crouch said with a smile with a grin: "Pettigrew Peter, that waste is somewhat useful, he told me Marauder's The secret of Map. Of course I know how dangerous the champion list is on the day it was announced. What if Dumbledore suspects me? I am the only hope of the Dark Lord, the only hope of resurrection! I must be careful enough to stay vigilant at all times... This sentence is really good. The Dark Lord is attached to me—I am willing to—modify Moody's memory. Was it successful?"

Harry gritted his teeth and couldn't believe what he said. everything of. "You're the Death Eater who ran away?"

"Yes, it's me. Stop struggling, Harry, I only need half a minute—"

"sou!"

"Incarcerous!"

Ron suddenly stuck his head out of the Invisibility Cloak, moved towards Barty Jr. ·Crouch and chanted a magic rope almost against the ground. Pass, wrapped around his calf. Harry took the opportunity to increase the output of magic power, Barty Jr. · Crouch stumbled back, tripped over the big box, and disappeared behind the box.

Harry's incantion hit a pile of glassware in the office with a clear cracking sound. He caught a glimpse of a glass-made speculum being smashed to pieces.

"Stupefy!" "Stupefy!"

Harry and Ron seized this opportunity to attack again and again, but the incantion only hit the open box with a dull sound. Harry was about to dash forward regardless, he saw Barty Jr. · Crouch fell to the ground, not by incantion, but by tripping.

He must seize the opportunity...

At this time, the rope on Barty Jr. · Crouch's body turned into a big snake, blocking a cutting spell and an Impediment Jinx, he hurriedly watched I glanced around and my eyes fell on a mirror-like thing hanging on the office wall-there are many dark silhouettes dangling and blurry, but at this moment, the person in the mirror is getting clearer and clearer. , Can see their clear outline. They were two people, one with a long beard and the other with brisk footsteps, looking very young...

"Hiss~"

Barty Jr. ·Crouch's entire face was distorted Then, he suddenly rolled over and rolled into the big box. Harry was about to chase him. Half of the wand came out of the box. The tip of the wand was shining with a dazzling red light.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded in his ears, Harry was swept away by a huge shock wave, and Ron, along with him, hit the wall in the corridor fiercely . Harry felt all bones broken, and Ron was miserable. He was groaned in pain when he was hit by a big rock in his leg.

Harry looked towards the office of Defense Against the Dark Arts, where half of the wall collapsed, a big hole in the ceiling, and dust everywhere.

"cough cough cough!" Harry was choked with a cough. He looked towards Ron. Ron's face was pale and his moaning sound was much weaker. Harry sat up, leaned against the wall, and lifted weakly. Wand: "Quickly healed--cough cough cough! Quickly--"

"Quickly healed." A voice said.

Harry lifts the head and exclaimed in surprise, "Professor Dumbledore!" In the smoke and dust, his shadow was exactly the same as the one seen in the mirror before. He looked aside, in the mirror Another silhouette appeared, "Professor Haip!"

"Well," Felix threw a few healing spells at him nodded, head tilted to one side, looking at the ruins in front of him, "Defense Against the Dark The Arts office is really troubled..."

He doesn't know First Year, but since he joined the office, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have not been well with their office. Second Year Lockhart and Rita Skeeter had a dispute in the underground office, which caused Lockhart to fall into Obliviate and muddleheaded for several weeks. During the Third Year, Lupin and Snape had a dispute, which completely destroyed the entire office and had to move to the third year. building. When I didn't expect Fourth Year, the new office was not kept.

Fortunately, it should be just a simple explosive incantion, not as difficult to deal with as dark magic. Felix waved the wand, let a stone float, fly to the original position, let everything Reparo.

On the other side, Ron's expression softened under the treatment of Dumbledore incantation.

"First, make an emergency, and when the matter is over, you have to go to the school hospital." Dumbledore said.

Harry sighed in relief, and suddenly it occurred to him that there was another person in the office, "Professor Moody is still inside... He should be cursed! And the spy, who threw our name into Goblet The spy of Fire, he is a youngster, but his name shows Stinchcombe · Crouch..." His expression was confused and puzzled.

"That man is the son of Stinchcombe Crouch, little Crouch, having same given name and family name." Felix explained briefly. He took Harry’s Marauder's Map, took a look, and said disappointedly: "His name disappeared, he ran away."

When he spoke, the office had been restored to its original state-except for those with magic Power items, they are not within the scope of incantion repair.

Dumbledore walked ahead, entered the office, glanced quickly, and came to the bedroom. There is still some distance from the center of the explosion, plus the defensive magic of Hogwarts Castle, the impact is very small. When he opened the door with the unlocking spell, you can see Mu Dean lying quietly on the bed, sleeping very sweetly. .

Although this situation is not normal.

"Such a big movement didn't wake him up..." Ron said quietly to Harry.

Dumbledore leaned over to check Moody's condition. Harry took the opportunity to tell them what happened before. When he heard that Harry could see Voldemort's movements after waking up, Dumbledore facial expression graved up. "How did you see it, Harry? Did you stand in the sky and look down on this scene, or..."

"I am him," Harry said. When this sentence was uttered, he suddenly realized what he had said, his voice became hoarse, and he explained: "I, I got into Voldemort's mind, observed the outside world through his eyes, and felt his Angry."

He didn't say something. Harry now looks at Dumbledore and Professor Haip feeling weird, because of the emotions brought into Voldemort before, he exploded with amazing hatred towards these two men.

The air was silently disturbed. Harry noticed Professor Haip's gaze rolling over him. For a moment he thought the professor would say something, but there was nothing, and so did Headmaster Dumbledore.

Dumbledore straightened up suddenly and said to the people present: "Alastor is not injured. As for his memory... Felix, I may need your help."

"No problem , Albus." Felix said seriously.

Dumbledore slightly nodded, "Then we need to solve the last question now, how did Barty Jr. Crouch hide in the castle? As far as I know-Felix, have you ever observed Moody?"

"Occasionally observed, not just him, but also some people I think are suspicious." Felix scratched his chin, "I found nothing, it's weird."

"It's really weird..." Dumbledore stared at the closed big box, "I didn't notice the traces of the unmarkable curse, unless he dug a tunnel, but unless the headmaster gave permission, he was impossible to do it. It's a lot of work."

"Albus, the unmarkable curse you said reminded me that we all forgot a possibility. Voldemort was standing behind little Crouch." Felix said afterwards.

Dumbledore stared at him and said softly, "You mean, Chamber of Secrets?"

"Look at it," Felix said, "We only found out before The entrance to the girl’s bathroom, but it is likely that Slytherin has built more than one. In other words, Voldemort can point Crouch to the nearest pipe..."

They opened the big box and inside The black paint stretched downwards, Felix threw a ball of light down, and saw a wet pipe at the end.

Dumbledore sighed, "Even if it is me, it is impossible to find out all the secrets of the castle. Let's go down and see. If the little Crouch walks in a hurry, there may be unexpected surprises."

Harry gave Ron a meaningful look, and they silently followed the two professors, down the long stairs, and then stood on a wet pipe. Felix motioned Harry looked towards a dim little snake symbol on the wall, and Harry suddenly understood that this was the entrance.

He uttered "si si" with ease, and said with Parseltongue: "Open." At this moment, a group of green lights lit up from the wet pipe under his feet, and then, their feet lightly , A sense of weightlessness came.

Felix quickly waved his hand, and put a layer of Levitation charm on them, and a layer of human-shaped Shield Charm, floating lightly on the ground.

Harry touched his face curiously, and felt that a thin but tenacious barrier was covering his face. He knew this incantion. Professor Haip in classroom 7 had taught them the memory, but He hasn't used it well.

The pipes are unusually thick, but they are still too small for a person. They have to lower their bodies, especially for Dumbledore and Felix, which is very difficult to walk.

Felix moved forward slowly, with a strong urge to explode the pipe, but Dumbledore was walking forward with his waist down, and he had nothing to complain about.

They walked along the pipeline and saw a long track along the way, which was made by someone crawling on the ground. Felix can fully imagine how flustered the little Crouch at the time was, completely ignoring any image and crawling away.

Walking a distance in the horizontal direction, they came to the place where the pipes converged. A thick water pipe went straight down. They were very familiar with this road. After all, they had come in two years ago.

Below is the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. And Chamber of Secrets is not within the mark range of Marauder's Map.

"That person... his name is Little Crouch, who has been under our feet for the past few months?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Not always. According to Harry’s previous statement, he still likes teaching, but after the night of Goblet of Fire, he learned to be cautious. Of course, it’s not ruled out that he would go to Three when he was bored. Broomsticks Inn, have a drink..."

At this moment, they have entered the Chamber of Secrets and saw the familiar huge statue of Salazar Slytherin. At the foot of the huge statue, there are very obvious signs of life.

Felix picked up a newspaper and glanced at it. "A week ago, his news was not blocked. The previous guess is likely to happen, at least he should occasionally visit his owner with limited mobility."

Harry and Ron stared at them in Chamber of Secrets. The environment is very bad, maybe it was not bad when it was first built, but after being abandoned for a thousand years, it has become a part of the sewer circulation system, and the air quality is very bad.

Dumbledore did not speak. He lifted the head and looked at the top of his head. Salazar Slytherin's mouth opened, revealing a dark hole with fluorescent light on the edge, which was the place where Basilisk had hibernated before.

"Let's go in and take a look." Dumbledore said.

Sure enough, something new was discovered here. After the humanoid Shield Charm was unlocked, the snake smell inside was pungent. Harry and Ron showed disgust and retched.

Felix smiled, "You two should learn some of this kind of incantation, humanoid Shield Charm, Bubble-Head Charm, they are all useful. You are champions, don’t forget when you are studying golden eggs. Improve yourself."

Harry and Ron once again wore the humanoid Shield Charm, and thanked the professor dumbly.

At this time, they found that Dumbledore was looking at a big pot. Harry leaned over and it was empty inside, but the oncoming heat told him that maybe just half an hour ago, the pot was still boiling. Some kind of potion.

"Polyjuice Potion?" He asked, he could only think of this possibility.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore said, and his slender fingers scraped a layer of medicinal liquid along the inner wall of the cauldron. He got to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. Harry noticed that the headmaster had a slightly skewed aquiline nose. Wrinkled.

Felix picked up half of a charred parchment from the ground, magic power rippling at his fingertips, trying to piece together the complete content, the blue rays of light flashed twice, and then completely dimmed, the parchment in his hand Also completely turned into fly ash.

"They are all very evil materials. I really don’t know. So many highly toxic materials are mixed together, what else can be other than a pot of poison." Felix said, "Maybe we should ask Ask Severus or Damocles."

"I will." Dumbledore said calmly.

They checked again and found no other traces, so they returned to the ground, Professor Moody was still lying quietly, Professor McGonagall stood aside, his expression nervous, and Patronus Phoenix stood beside him.

"Oh, what the hell is going on, Albus? I heard a loud noise, worried that something went wrong, some students were also awakened... Then I met your Patronus, let me Guarding Professor Moody, did he hit Stunning Spell?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

"Minerva, the matter is over, we found the spy in the castle, but he escaped, but...Thanks to Potter and Weasley, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor picked it up Died."

Dumbledore said with a smile, the solemn expression on his face gone.

Professor McGonagall stared at him blankly. She looked at Moody on the bed and then at Dumbledore. Her eyes rolled around each person, and the lines around her mouth squeezed into a thin line. When her serious expression fell on Harry and Ron who were only wearing pajamas, her chest rose and fell violently.

"So," she continued to inhale and said angrily: "Potter, Weasley, have you each minding their own business acted again?"

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded, they Wearing thin pajamas, shiver coldly in the cold wind.