Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

I have to use the spell to repair it again.

"As an elderly person, especially one over 100 years old, poor sleep quality can have a great impact on memory."

"Are you asking me for four more dragons? We don't have any here."

After all, he is still Dumbledore, and most of the time his personality is that of a naughty old man.

"of course not."

"Look at this, Professor Dumbledore."

Dudley waved his wand and a man fell out of thin air. It was Barty Crouch Jr., who had regained a bit of color.

"!!!"

Dumbledore looked at the familiar clothes and the iconic magic eye on Barty Crouch Jr., and gradually restrained the smile on his face, and his expression began to become serious.

"what is going on?"

He briefly told Dumbledore what happened, and Dumbledore asked, "Dudley, can you tell me how you found him?"

Dudley shrugged and said, "It's actually very simple. As a student who is relatively good at potions, I am quite sensitive to the taste of potions."

"I will never forget the unique taste of Polyjuice Potion."

"I think Mr. Barty Jr. was careless. When he passed by me yesterday, I smelled that unique smell."

"If someone carries Polyjuice Potion with him and there is no change after drinking it, then it can only mean that the person is a fake."

With his current abilities, he could easily distinguish most of the potions in the wizarding world by smell alone.

Dumbledore nodded, agreeing with this statement. He looked at Barty Jr. and spoke again: "Polyjuice Potion requires fresh hair, so the real Moody must not have been killed. So where is he?"

Barty curled his lips and was about to speak when he heard Dudley's voice interrupting.

"There is a very large suitcase in the professor's dormitory. The real Professor Moody is most likely inside. I guessed what was inside when I saw it on the first day."

Little Batty: “!!!”

"So you've been targeting me since day one?"

Dumbledore nodded again and hurried with the two of them to Professor Moody's dormitory.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the extremely conspicuous huge suitcase.

With a wave of the magic wand, the big lock on the suitcase opened automatically and fell off.

Open the lid of the box and it will open layer by layer like a mechanism, finally revealing what's inside the box.

The box was a prison, and inside it lay a lame old man.

Real Moody.

When Moody saw the lid was opened, he looked up quickly, and his heart was relieved when he saw that it was Dumbledore.

After rescuing Moody, he quickly thanked Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, I knew you would find me."

"No, Alastor, it wasn't me."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"Nice to meet you, the real Professor Moody!"

Dudley's cheerful voice sounded behind Moody.

Chapter 298 You're going to use what I taught you to deal with me?

"It's hard to imagine that the first person to notice something was wrong wasn't you, my friend, Dumbledore."

After hearing Dudley's story, Moody, who knew the whole story, sighed.

He had already replaced the magic eye that was taken away by little Batty, changed his clothes, and they returned to the principal's office together.

"Alastor, I'm not omnipotent. I can only say that he played you very well." Dumbledore looked at his old friend, who was one of the few still alive, with a little apology.

Barty Jr. really portrayed Moody's madness to perfection, to the point where it was so real that even I, a friend of several decades, failed to detect it. If the smell of the Polyjuice Potion hadn't exposed him, he would have been able to steal the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix. The mere thought of it was terrifying.

Although strictly speaking, the Order of the Phoenix does not have any secrets.

Dumbledore took out a can of yellow candies, asked around, and when he got the response that it was not necessary, he took out one of them, peeled it, put it into his mouth, and sipped it in small sips to savor the flavor of the candy.

That is the password for the principal's office today - Lemon Sherbet.

The sour and sweet taste made Dumbledore squint his eyes comfortably.

"So what should we do with him now?" Moody pointed at the tied-up Little Barty and asked. He took out the water bottle from his waist and took a big gulp. His movements and demeanor were exactly the same as Little Barty's, except that the liquid in the bottle was changed from Polyjuice Potion to ordinary water.

It could be said that Moody had no good feelings towards Barty Jr., especially since this guy had attacked him unethically and imprisoned him by a Death Eater. This was a huge humiliation for an Auror like Moody who had been fighting against dark wizards all his life.

"He should be sent to prison. Azkaban is where he belongs."

Fortunately, although Moody hated Barty Jr., he had not yet resorted to lynching, let alone casting a killing curse on him to vent his anger.

As a former elite Auror, Moody spent most of his life capturing Dark wizards, but he never killed any of them, even if those Dark wizards caused irreversible damage to his body.

Not killing anyone is the bottom line he has been adhering to for most of his life. It is his belief, and it is for the purpose of distinguishing himself from dark wizards.

In fact, Dudley still admires people like Moody. But admiration is one thing, and whether or not to agree with his approach is another. At least he will not show mercy to a wizard who hurts him.

"Professor Moody, I don't think Azkaban is a good place."

Dudley Man looked down on the practice of sending wizards to Azkaban prison at will. There were so many ways to make wizards repent and atone for their sins, why hand them over to a group of dark magic creatures?

Moreover, wizards probably don't know that there is a kind of people in this world who are born with antisocial personality. They have a unique name - 'bad seeds'. Monsters like Dementors that take away other people's happiness have no effect on born bad seeds. They may even like the environment there.

“I have a great idea”

Several people's eyes naturally fell on Dudley.

"Aren't these Death Eaters planning something in secret? In order to ensure that the plan goes smoothly, they even arranged for their most trusted men to sneak into Hogwarts and disguise themselves as Professor Moody. So, why can't we do the opposite?"

"You want me to pretend to be him?"

The experienced Moody reacted immediately.

"To be precise, continue to disguise yourself, and only transform into Mr. Barty Jr. at the critical moment when necessary, and then surprise them with your trick."

"Boy." After listening to Dudley's suggestion, Moody did not refute. Instead, he looked at him seriously for a while and said, "You have a very flexible mind. You should be able to become a good Auror after graduation."

"Thank you, Professor. But I am not very interested in Aurors. I would rather inherit Professor Dumbledore's position as Head of the Wizengamot than Aurors."

Dudley refused decisively.

Auror? What's the point of it other than gaining some practical experience in fighting against dark wizards? Not interested, not interested.

"If one day I step down from this position, I will definitely recommend you." Dumbledore followed Dudley's words. His words were sincere. If Dudley was not too young, he would have wanted to propose it directly to the Ministry of Magic.

"I am glad to have your approval, Professor."

Dudley responded politely, then his eyes fell on little Barty again.

"Let's go over your plans Mr. Barty Jr. You'll tell me, right?"

As Dudley spoke, Barty's eyes gradually lost focus.

Taught personally by little Barty, the black magic - the soul-stealing spell.

About an hour.

Little Batty, who had told everything, lay on the floor silently with his eyes wide open, as if he had been gang-raped by dozens of strong men.

"They actually wanted to get Harry."

Moody's expression gradually became solemn.

Although little Batty doesn't know the final purpose, it will definitely not be as simple as just meeting.

"To kill me?"

Even though he was the center of discussion, Harry's tone seemed very calm.

Moody shook his head and denied this statement: "No, Harry, just to kill you, there is no need to go through so much trouble. Little Barty has many opportunities."

"It's to remove the protection spell that Aunt Lily cast on Harry," Dudley said.

"I think so." Dumbledore echoed, "Although the patronus is ancient, there is a way to break it. He probably wants to kill Harry in front of everyone the moment the spell is broken."

The ancient spell that Lily cast before her death could protect Harry from Voldemort's harm before he came of age. Theoretically, Voldemort would not have to do anything but wait until Harry came of age before killing him.

But he couldn't wait that long.

The first thing Voldemort did after his return was to kill Harry.

As long as Harry survives, it will be a blow to his reputation.

“The bones of my fathers, the flesh of my servants, the blood of my enemies”

After Dudley uttered a few words seemingly unintentionally, Dumbledore looked at him suddenly.

"I was curious about the spell, so I did some research on it."

"These conspiracies and tricks show that Senior Tom is not in good condition and he will definitely take this opportunity to come back."

"Harry can get the blood of his enemies, any Death Eater can get the flesh of his servants, and as for his father's bones, as far as I know, his biological father, old Riddle, has passed away."

so.

"It seems that our senior Tom is in the Riddle family's old house."

Listening to the casual yet extremely accurate reasoning and looking at the teeth that were as strong as a hydraulic press, little Batty, who had regained some consciousness, felt cold all over.

Chapter 299 Ron: His House Was Stolen

Knowing where Voldemort was hiding, Dudley and the others had no intention of looking for him.

Because that doesn't make sense.

Even if the lingering Voldemort is killed, it won't be long before another one will appear. This is the nature of the Horcrux. As long as there is a Horcrux, the owner of the Horcrux can be reborn infinitely through the Horcrux.

There is not much point in simply killing Voldemort.

It feels great though.

Moody followed the plan made by the others and played himself, except that the person imprisoned in the box was replaced by Little Batty.

The weather is getting colder day by day, and Christmas Eve is getting closer.

In the end, Harry found Qiu Zhang and wanted to invite her to be his dance partner.

When Qiu Zhang saw Harry, his nerves were tense, fearing that something strange would happen.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened until Harry left.

As for the dance partner, it was rejected as expected.

Ron knew about this and wanted to comfort Harry, but the latter didn't care about it. He just invited Qiu Zhang in order to avoid any regrets, and he would not regret it no matter what the outcome was.

Don't underestimate how popular Harry is at Hogwarts.

In just one week, Harry had rejected at least twenty little witches who had taken the initiative to invite him to the dance.

As for Ron, not to mention being invited by the little witch, he had never invited anyone to the ball.

Although the process is different, the result is the same, and both of them currently have no dance partner.

"Can't we two go up and dance?"

Faced with Ron's proposal, Harry rejected it both mentally and physically.

"Ron, men can't, or at least shouldn't"

Ron's eyes now passed Harry and fell on one side of the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Hey, Lavender."

Ron suddenly shouted towards that position.

Lavender Brown, a very cheerful girl from Gryffindor who liked Divination class, was chatting with her good friend Parvati Patil by the fire. When she heard Ron's shout, she looked over.

"What happened?" Lavender shouted back.