Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Moody glanced at her, then took a step forward. Seeing this, Tonks chased after him with a smile and held his arm: "I say, why are you so angry today? The blood-cursed orcs... the three of us can take them down on the spot."

"Take it?"

Moody raised his half-broken thick brown eyebrow and sneered at his ignorant student.

"Nymphadora Tonks, your training will be doubled next week."

"Why?! This isn't fair..."

"Because you said 'take her down'." Moody sneered, and the magic eye made clicking noises in the frame to express his dissatisfaction: "That blood-cursed orc is almost immune to our magic, and you said: 'Take her down'? Kid, you don't want me, with my old arms and legs, to fight her? Or... let another of your colleagues go and die?" As he said that, Moody glanced at the dark-skinned man who was eager to try with a warning.

"You'd better behave yourself, Coal."

Shacklebolt raised his hand and complained, "Hey! We agreed not to discriminate—"

“This world is full of discrimination.”

Moody sighed, and his fierce expression suddenly relaxed. He looked at his students, the lively Miss Tonks, and another student, Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was good at clerical work and had a brighter future.

"I never lie."

Moody rolled his magic eye and smiled strangely: "But that doesn't mean... everything I said is true."

——'Snape! Do you remember why the blood cursed orcs were marked as the fifth grade!'

Moody said this in the house of the two little guys.

That's right.

Tonks was also a little curious about what her battle-hardened teacher had gone through that made him remember the blood-cursed orcs so vividly and even...

hatred.

"hatred?"

"Hate...hate?" Moody muttered, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha..."

"Do not…"

Shacklebolt suspected that he had seen it wrong - he actually saw a smile on Mad-Eye Moody's face?

"Of course not hatred..."

All of this cannot be hatred.

The man walked around the rumbling ladder and limped to the iron-blue bench, where he sat down and rubbed his legs comfortably. Tonks helped him put away his crutches.

"I do not hate bloodcurd orcs, or... other magical creatures."

Moody looked at the sunset, his eyes finally enjoying a moment of peace under the honey-colored light. His face, covered with scars from blades, fire or corrosion, also fell into a brief memory.

"What a beautiful sunset. I've seen more beautiful ones in Stinky Shell Harbor before."

Stinky...Shell Harbor?

Nymphadora Tonks was completely confused. Kingsley Shacklebolt seemed to have heard of this name...

This place was destroyed by the Aurors many years ago.

The term "stinky shell port" only exists in a very short entry on a page in the thick record book of the Affairs Department. If it weren't for his good memory...

In fact, few wizards are willing to learn about past history.

"I don't hate magical creatures. It's you two." Moody suddenly changed the subject: "What do you two think of creatures that look like humans but are not recognized as 'humans' by the Ministry of Magic?"

Nymphadora shook her head.

She was too young. By the time she developed similar consciousness, half-Veela and half-Giant were already walking on the streets.

She hadn’t been through that dark period.

"I am an Auror."

Kingsley Shacklebolt replied, frowning. Meaning - does my opinion matter?

Aurors are the enforcers and defenders of magical law.

Complying with it is even more of a prerequisite.

This answer is very standard, because it can only be answered like this:

Blood-cursed orcs are not like the half-bloods of Veela or other creatures. No matter how beautiful they are or how calculating they are, these lowly creatures that are not recognized by wizards are always useful.

This allows them to walk openly on the streets.

As long as... they don't go to those remote places too late, they have the right to 'live' in the wizarding world.

Although it's a bit difficult.

But it's better than death.

The Blood Curse Orcs are different.

There is no way for them to survive - as the curse deepens, the final result is death.

At most, at most, it can allow the grown men to earn some gold Galleons or let the noble pure-bloods have a good time before they die.

This kind of "animal" transformed from a human has always been at the bottom of the magic world.

Probably... a good-looking blood-cursed orc is not worth as much as the pair of boots he is wearing now.

Unless it's really pretty. Then... can you add two extra shoelaces?

Moody chuckled, took out his hip flask and gulped down a drink. "The Ministry of Magic... I mean, those idiots see the report, Kingsley. What do you think they'll do?"

Kingsley Shacklebolt was well aware of the ways of these great masters.

"A few 'oil-hunters' are about to leave."

Go and 'deal with' that vile bastard. If the Aurors were really sent to take over, the most likely result would be execution - the master couldn't just watch a human-shaped mountain of gold galleons fall to these ignorant and reckless men who only knew how to wave their wands.

Therefore, the department must go through a round of rock-paper-scissors or other games that match their low intelligence to select a few lucky ones.

The skins, eyeballs, blood, and even the bodies of the Blood Curse Orcs are all top quality materials.

Finally, just submit a "killed and destroyed" report.

You see, gold galleons always come out of nowhere.

Kingsley sighed.

"Yes." Moody shook the flask close to his ear. "When they found out that the masters they sent out never came back..."

"When a powerful being whom Dumbledore admires so highly is angered by the Ministry..."

"When her servants were insulted..."

Nymphadora Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt looked at each other - they finally connected everything that had happened today: unfortunately, because old Moody usually behaved like this, even his closest students didn't realize that he was abnormal.

For example - to test the opponent's strength, he chose a spell that is most likely to irritate people:

Legilimency.

Who would like their privacy to be exposed to strangers?

Next, oral report...

But it blurred the most crucial part: the strength of the blood-cursed orc.

This is almost deliberate.

Next…

Nymphadora blushed: "Teacher! What on earth are you…"

Kingsley Shacklebolt also straightened up carefully and stared at Moody.

He and Moody had known each other for many years. This was the first time he saw the old man showing his fangs when he was dissatisfied with some rules - who was he speaking for? Did he know what the consequences of doing so would be?

Moody blinked his only remaining real eye:

"Treat Garlon as a tool and treat people as people."

"is that really so difficult?"

Kingsley was silent.

To the Ministry of Magic and those pure-blood wizards...

too difficult.

“So, I’m helping them.”

"I've been in too many battles, been hurt too many times - I'm not afraid of being burned by fire."

"I'm not afraid."

Moody hooked his index finger at Nymphadora's hand with a sly look on his face, and the thick and tall cane flew back into his palm. He stood up with the help of his hand: "I hope I am not afraid of some people and some rules."

After all, he had tried it himself.

It was at this moment that Moody finally revealed the essence of a truly battle-hardened Auror: powerful strength, fearless courage; at the same time, not lacking in cunning and variability; they could move forward along the road of death without fear of death, but would not hesitate to use strategies to drag more enemies to hell while charging.

"Want to hear a story?" Moody smacked his lips, and the smell of cheap alcohol filled the air.

“A story about Stinky Shell Harbor.”

"Stinky is used to describe the... um, not very clean bodies of certain practitioners."

"Shells, ha, aren't their beautiful shells filled with souls that are not considered 'human'?"

The old man limped towards the sunset.

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The eyeballs of the little fairy tale book,

Tomie's ending is...

1 - Attendant (Miss Kawakami joins the daily life)

2 - Fuel (no longer appears)

Pick a color you like

Chapter75-76 Stinky Shell Harbor

Kolya is an ordinary "waiter", so ordinary that Mr. Anthony always mistakes her for Hilmi several times a day.

Stinky Shell Harbor is at the top of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, the farthest point of the obtuse triangle. Every day, wizards come here with the smell of kerosene or some kind of herbal medicine.

The underground world here is huge, very huge. Compared to the orderliness of Diagon Alley, it is mixed with some chaos; but compared to the pure blackness of Knockturn Alley, Stinking Shell Harbor has always followed certain "rules".

There was a huge ship anchored in the port. The wizards, hiding their heads and faces, hurriedly entered the ship through the boarding ladder. Before stepping onto the deck, they drew their wands and performed some secret tricks towards the porthole.

The real stinking port will be revealed.

——This place is divided into several large areas, and there is a gaming hall specially for wizards who are keen on gambling to have fun;

Mainly engaged in black trades - such as hiring some downtrodden wizards or dark wizards to complete their commissions;

A small market selling banned witchcraft paraphernalia.

Also, there is the pub where Kolia 'works'.

She calls this daily routine "work" not because she gets paid for it:

It just sounds more dignified to live like this.

Kolya is an 'old hand' here. She was picked up by Mr. Anthony when she was two years old and officially started accompanying wizards at the age of twelve. She has been 'working' in this tavern called "Anthony's Relaxing Moments" for six years.

An eighteen-year-old blood-cursed orc is not considered young here.

She gets up at three or four in the afternoon every day, washes her light blue hair, puts on makeup, and uses incense. Then, she gets herself ready before dinner and arrives at the designated room according to the "client's" advance reservation.

If it were a colder season, maybe she could enjoy a decent lunch every day, but for someone as popular as Ke Liya, she hardly has time to eat.

——She could usually only have a midnight snack, or go to the rooms of those generous wizards. After the two of them were tired, the young wizard would order some food for Coria to eat.

Usually a young wizard.