Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"I heard from Tony that there is a good candidate to be an Auror here." He said in a rough voice, "I think the person who can make him say so can't be too bad, so I came to see who this good candidate is."

"Let me introduce you. This is Alastor Moody, the most powerful Auror in the whole of Britain." Professor Dumbledore introduced, "He seems to be very interested in you."

"I'm a former Auror," said Moody. "I retired a long time ago. Now I just help train new recruits occasionally."

Moody's blue magic eyes rolled around, he circled around Ethan and nodded approvingly.

"You are in very strong shape, and your magic power is a little low, but it's not a big deal. I heard from your professors that you have great talent and are indeed a good candidate to be an Auror."

"Huh?" Ethan looked confused. "Mr. Moody, what are you doing?"

"I like you. Why, you don't want to follow old Moody to receive training to become an Auror?" Moody glanced at Ethan with his normal black eye.

"That's not the question, Mr. Moody." Ethan looked at Tony and Sarah and said resentfully, "I don't think I've agreed to be an Auror yet, so why are you so anxious? You've even chosen the instructor for me?"

Don't decide my life without your permission, you bunch of self-righteous adults!

"It's like this, after we returned to the Ministry of Magic, we met old Moody, and I mentioned you to him. Unexpectedly, he became interested in you all of a sudden and insisted on following us to see you." Tony scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Ethan, you don't have to worry. After all, you still have to focus on studying." Sarah said from the side, "We are just opening up your joints first. If you are interested in it later, you can start training directly."

"Then I really have to thank you!" Ethan complained mercilessly.

"Okay, enough idle chatter, now let's get down to business." Dumbledore clapped his hands, ending their idle chat.

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Author's nagging part:

Alastor Moody, the most powerful Auror in Britain, deserves the title.

During the First Wizarding War, a large number of Death Eaters were defeated, most of whom were captured alive without the use of the Unforgivable Curses. These Death Eaters filled more than half of the cells in Azkaban.

In the Battle of the Seven Potters, he and Fletch were a team that distracted Voldemort to ensure that Harry could be transferred to a safe place. As a result, Fletch's escape from the battlefield caused him to be hit by Voldemort's Killing Curse and he died on the spot, falling from a high altitude. The reason why Voldemort chose to chase Moody's team was because Voldemort believed that the real Harry would follow the most powerful guard, that is, Moody.

Of course, depending on the author's wild imagination, Rowling may have other reasons for killing Moody.

As mentioned above, more than half of the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban were captured by Moody, and these Death Eaters escaped after the large-scale prison break in 97 and returned to Voldemort's command. In other words, a considerable number of Voldemort's men were captured by Moody.

If Moody hadn't died before the Battle of Hogwarts, there might have been a strange scene where a group of Death Eaters were chased around by a lame goose (fun).

Chapter 79 He doesn’t covet my body, he’s a eunuch!

"That's the situation."

In the principal's office, Tony spread his hands and curled his lips helplessly.

"In other words, it's mainly Rozier who's causing trouble now, right?"

Ethan frowned and held his chin in thought.

Originally, Neil had cast the Unforgivable Curse on himself and should have been imprisoned in Azkaban. The evidence should be irrefutable. But since he was still alive and well, Neil's father relied on his connections in the Ministry of Magic to delay the Legal Committee's physical examination of him for a while. When his body recovered, the evidence would naturally disappear, and Neil could easily overturn the case.

"Yes, after all, you are alive and kicking now, you don't look like you were hit by the Avada Kedavra curse at all." Sarah sighed, "Old Rosier keeps delaying, and if it goes on like this, a lot of unexpected things will happen. We can't afford to delay any longer."

"I don't think it's that troublesome. Just send the boy to jail without asking for permission later." Moody muttered impatiently. "The Rosier family is not a good family anyway. They say they were controlled by Voldemort and forced to act, but in my opinion, they were not forced. It was all voluntary!"

"Moody, calm down." Dumbledore reminded softly, "This is not a special period like the Wizarding War. The power of the Aurors has been cut again and again. It is no longer possible to convict people without trial as before. The current environment requires solid evidence."

"The evidence is conclusive..." Moody snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"I understand. You need a weak patient now, right?" Ethan snapped his fingers and asked the opinions of the two people in front of him.

"Right." Tony and Sarah nodded in unison, "This is really important to us."

"What do you think, Professor Dumbledore?" Ethan began to test Dumbledore's attitude again.

"Mr. Rosier must be held accountable for his actions," Dumbledore said in his calm voice.

"Okay, then how weak do you need to be?" Ethan held his forehead and sighed, feeling a little helpless.

"As weak as you can be." Tony gritted his teeth and said, "The weaker you are, the more convincing you will be."

"It would be better if he wasn't pretending. It would be even better if he was truly weak." Sarah hinted wildly.

"Okay, I roughly understand." Ethan looked desperate, "Everyone get out of the way, I'm going to start the show."

Ethan took two steps back, exchanged glances with several people, pulled out the wand from his sleeve, put it against his throat, took a deep breath, and chanted the spell in a rather tragic voice.

"Collapsed."

Snapped.

The wand in Ethan's hand fell to the ground with a crisp collision sound, and Ethan himself fell to the ground with a plop, lying in a Yamcha position, sleeping soundly.

Professor Dumbledore looked at Ethan, who was unable to get up again, and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just sighed and gave instructions to others.

"Well, carry him to Madam Pomfrey."

Moody poked Ethan with his cane, shook his head and smacked his lips: "He was quick and decisive. He's a ruthless man. I admire that."

"Come on, Sarah, give me a hand." Tony rolled up his sleeves and called to Sarah, "Put him on my back."

On the other side, in the Slytherin dungeon.

Alanna ran back to the dormitory, put her things back on the bed, and then ran to the common room carrying Ethan's clothes.

"Where are you going, Alanna? Didn't you just come back?"

A blonde girl was sitting on the sofa next to the fireplace in the common room, reading a book. She saw Alanna running back to the dormitory with a bunch of bags in her hand, and then running out again with a bunch of bags in her hand a little later. She was a little confused by this seemingly confusing behavior, so she put down the book in her hand, raised her head and called Alanna.

"I'm delivering something to someone." Alana stopped and pointed at the bag in her hand.

"Deliver something? For whom?" The blonde girl frowned and looked at the bag in Alana's hand. "What did you do when you went out today? You didn't go to buy these things, did you?"

As her roommate, Alannah has been acting strange these past two days. She is distracted during classes, has a strange smile on her face, and makes strange noises in bed at night. So she is a little worried about Alannah's mental state, afraid that someone has tricked her.

"No, Cassandra." Alanna thought of something and smiled shyly. "He bought all these things himself. I just helped him run errands."

"'He'? Who is this 'he'?" The girl called Cassandra leaned forward tactically and asked vigilantly, "Is it Rosier? Did he threaten you again?"

Cassandra's face was gradually filled with anger. She stood up and was about to ask for an explanation for Alanna: "Where is Rosier? I'll teach him a lesson!"

"Oh, no." Alanna hastily pushed Cassandra back onto the sofa. "It was the special student named Ethan. He accompanied me to Hogsmeade today. He bought all these clothes and gave me two sets of clothes as gifts. The one I'm wearing was given by him."

"Look." The girl spread her arms and turned around, showing off her coat to her friend, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Ethan? Why did he give you clothes?" Cassandra looked at Alana's new clothes, her face full of question marks because she hadn't figured out the whole thing. "And why did he ask you to help run errands and deliver things? Can't he do it himself?"

"Well... he has something to do and can't go back to the dormitory for the time being." Alana pursed her lips and thought for a while, then gave an ambiguous answer, "So he asked me for a favor."

After all, being called away by Professor Snape doesn't sound very good, so it's better not to say it out loud.

"Alanna, don't let yourself be bought off by small favors," Cassandra warned earnestly. "I've seen this kind of people before. They'll give you some benefits to get closer to you, and then they'll use you as a friend to order you around. Don't fall for this kind of trick."

"But Ethan won't do that." The girl blinked and tried to defend her lover. "He is a very good man and has helped me a lot, so it's okay for me to help him once."

Cassandra twitched the corner of her mouth when she heard this.

Well, this girl fell for him pretty quickly. If that guy named Ethan was really deceiving him, this silly girl would have been sold and was still helping others count the money.

"Then why did he help you? Did you know each other before?"

"It wasn't that long ago, um..." Alana began to count the days on her fingers, "We met three days ago."

"Three days?" Cassandra exclaimed in disbelief.

This silly girl must have been deceived by that guy named Ethan. How can you give clothes to a girl after knowing her for only three days? He is not a licker like Rozier, so why is it so fast?

"I'm telling you, Alanna." Cassandra stood up and pushed Alanna onto the sofa, suppressing her anger and applying eye drops to Alanna. "That Ethan definitely has bad intentions towards you. You'd better stay away from him, otherwise you won't have time to cry later."

"He has bad intentions... wouldn't that be better..." Alana muttered softly with a red face.

Now I really want him to have my body.

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"What did you say?" Cassandra raised her voice.

"No, I mean..." The girl stamped her feet, covered her face and said coquettishly, "Oh, it's not what you think. I won't talk to you anymore. I have to leave first."

Alanna said, standing up and jogging through the archway of the common room towards Gryffindor Tower.

Cassandra watched the archway of the entrance slowly close, shook her head, sighed helplessly, and sat back on the sofa.

"Ethan? Really?" Cassandra gritted her teeth, very dissatisfied with the man who had made her friend infatuated.

"He'd better not have any bad intentions towards Alanna. Otherwise, I will let him see what cruelty is."

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Regarding the characterization of Cassandra, there are definitely some differences from her performance in the game.

After all, can fan fiction that is not ooc still be called fan fiction?

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Chapter 80 Just pamper her

Gryffindor Tower, outside the common room, in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.

The fat lady in the frame held her chin up, looked at Alana who was panting in front of her with interest, and said, "Isn't this the little girl from Slytherin? You are here to look for that... Ethan, right? Sorry, he went out today and hasn't come back yet."

There were still some traces of blush on Alanna's face, and it was not known whether it was due to the rush of blood from running all the way up, or for some other reason.

"I know. I went out with him today." Alanna nodded and said, "He has something to do and can't come back for the time being. I'm here to deliver something for him. Can you let me in?"

"As long as there's a password," the Fat Lady smiled politely.

"Pig snout."

"Please come in."

The picture frame automatically opened to the side, revealing the circular passage behind it.

Alana hunched over as she moved through the passage, and the portrait closed automatically behind her.

Several class leaders who had been slacking off on the sofa in the common room all day and were ready to watch the show as soon as Ethan came back heard the noise at the door and turned their heads to look in the direction of the passage. After seeing the girl crawling out of the passage, they asked in unison.

"why you?"

"Huh?" Alanna stood there in a daze, looking at a loss.

"Hey, why are you still standing? Sit down." Several people quickly put on a smiling face. Claire and Patty pulled Alana and pushed her onto the sofa, then sat next to Alana with an auntie smile on their faces.

"Why are you here? Where are Ethan and the others?"

"Ethan has something to do, so I'm here to help him deliver his shopping back to the dormitory." Alana sat stiffly and spoke in a low voice under the curious gazes of several people.

"Oh~" Several people began to sigh together, "Why is Ethan like this? This is so inconsiderate."

"Just give me the things, I'll take them back to his dormitory later." Chris reached out and took the bag from Alana and said.

"Well, thank you for your help." Alanna nodded and thanked him.

"Why is Ethan such a person? It's ok that he abandoned you halfway, but why did he ask you to help him deliver things?" Claire looked downcast, very indignant.

Patty gently held Alana's arm and comforted her, "There's nothing we can do. All men are like this. None of them understands a girl's mind. You've suffered a lot following him."

"He really has something to do..." Alana blushed and defended in a low voice, "And I didn't suffer any pain following him today... I had a lot of fun..."

"Oh~" The people who were eating onlookers once again cheered in unison, with satisfied looks on their faces.

crunch--

The sound of the picture frame moving attracted the attention of several people chatting on the sofa. They all turned their heads to look at the portrait passage, only to see Harry and Ron rushing in.

Ron came out of the portrait passage and saw several prefects. He ran towards them and shouted, "No... No, Ethan, Ethan..."

"What happened to Ethan?" Alana recognized the key words, turned around and interrupted Ron's intermittent words, and asked anxiously.

"Hey, why are you here?" Ron pointed at Alanna, looking confused.

Did I enter the wrong door again today?

"We just came out of the library, and on the way back we saw Ethan being carried by a man in a red windbreaker, with Professor Dumbledore following beside him, as well as a woman in a brown windbreaker and an old man... Anyway, Ethan looked unconscious." Harry continued to explain to Alanna on behalf of the incoherent Ron, "Then we vaguely heard them talking about Madam Pomfrey, Rosier, Avada... something like that. It seemed like they were going to send Ethan to the school hospital."

Before Harry could finish his words, he felt a strong wind carrying a figure passing by him and heading straight towards the entrance of the common room.

It's Alanna.

Regardless of whether her appearance was appalling, Alanna squeezed out of the portrait passage as fast as she could, pushed aside the portrait of the Fat Lady, and stumbled toward the school hospital.

"Ah..." Patty and Claire retracted their outstretched hands, recovered from their Erkang.jpg state, and winked at a few boys who were slow to realize it.