Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Aren't you afraid that you teach so seriously and create more opponents for the Dark Lord?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows and looked at Moody.

At this time, he had followed the man to his office, found a sofa at random, sat down, and started chatting.

"No, no, even if they do exactly what I'm advocating, they can't do that." Moody waved his fingers and said negatively, "They're missing something."

"I think I know what you're trying to say." Malfoy tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

"It's still possible for you, but you and I are on one side, aren't you." Moody laughed proudly, then smiled, the muscles of his face began to deform again, and his eyes gradually accumulated horror. Hate, matched with that big eyeball, was indescribable horror.

"I called you for something else." Moody's rotten face twitched a few times at this time, and his lips began to wriggle.

"Peter that stupid rat! Made my father free from the Imperius Curse! Escaped from there! He's probably coming to Dumbledore now, we must stop him before he finds the old man, or Master The plan is all over!" Moody maintained a certain degree of self-control when he began to state, and then became more and more manic, frantically flapping the crumbling wooden table in front of him, looking a little irrational.

"My friend, calm down." Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "It's not at its worst, is it? Anger can confuse our judgment." Malfoy suddenly bent down and stretched out his hand. , caught a small object that was almost thrown to the floor, and slowly pushed it back in front of Moody.

"You have to know, he must be very insane right now," Malfoy said flatly. "The prolonged Imperius Curse and the occasional Cruciatus pain are enough to drive him crazy, don't they?"

"Of course." Moody calmed himself at this time, "If he had been sane, we should have been caught in Azkaban by now, but since he escaped at this time, it proves that he at least has It's time to maintain a certain ability to think logically!" Moody said pessimistically, the magic eye drooping in the eye socket.

"His destination must be Hogwarts, and I have to catch him." Moody's breathing began to quicken and he looked very nervous.

"No, I have to go to the inspection now, go to the Forbidden Forest first... and then go..." Moody said in a hoarse voice, then stood up from the chair and dragged his body towards the door go.

"Damn lame, it's really troublesome." He looked at his wooden prosthetic leg in disgust, stomped on the ground a few times, and made a dull sound.

Even though the imitation was almost seamless, he was still very unaccustomed to this limping way of walking.

"That's right." The moment the wooden prosthetic leg crossed the threshold, Moody stopped himself, turned his head to reveal his crooked teeth, and said, "Professor McGonagall asked me to inform you that it will arrive at nine o'clock tonight. Go down to the Quidditch pitch and the referee will tell you the third item"

"After you know the content of the game, remember to look around as much as possible. When you meet my father, stop him immediately. If necessary, killing him is also a good choice." Moody's tone became more and more calm at this time. As if talking about killing an ant.

"I will." Malfoy nodded.

"Stay and rest for a while if you want, heh, the last project, you can't let someone who doesn't matter break things." Moody muttered to himself and stepped out of the office.

Malfoy sat quietly in that chair for a while, bored with Moody's gadgets, then took a piece of parchment from his sleeve and spread it out on the table. It was the Marauder's Map, and after he chanted the spell, The black ink began to spread on the blank parchment, and finally took shape. The whole picture of Hogwarts was unobstructed, and the densely packed names turned into black dots, moving fast or slow on it.

The most amazing thing is that the two small black dots with the word Crouch on it are getting closer and closer. "

"It's time to do it," Mal muttered to himself, stood up from his chair, and walked to the seven-locked box in the corner of the wall, tapping his index finger rhythmically on it, sending out a regular burst of rhythm. dull sound.

Then he also walked out of the house.

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"Come on!" Pansy whispered to Malfoy at the exit of the auditorium, flushing slightly.

By this time he had left Moody's office, had lunch with Pansy, and was on his way to the Quidditch pitch to hear Bagman explain the next pitch.

"Of course, bye." Malfoy nodded and waved at Pansy, naturally he wouldn't talk too much about what he already knew.

He trotted down the road now, across the field, towards the Quidditch pitch.

Quidditch pitches are no longer flat and smooth. It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here. These low walls are intricate and meandering in all directions.

Malfoy should be the first warrior to come. After all, he still needs to show Mr. Moody a good look. It seems that he is very interested in the escaped Mr. Crouch.

Furong was the second warrior to come to the venue, but after seeing Malfoy, she immediately hid behind a tree and leaned in embarrassment. She still did not ease her mood to face the boy in front of her. Her face was cold because of resentment, but after that "active" revenge, Furong didn't know how to deal with it.

"Oh, the two warriors are really early, but we still have to wait until everyone is here before we announce the game, so it's fair, isn't it?" Bagman paced towards the center of the court and walked away in a hurry. In the past, he wore a black suit today.

"Look, they're here." Bagman clapped his palm and said excitedly.

"Hello!" He waved his palms and greeted Krum and Harry happily.

"How, what do you think?" Bagman asked cheerfully as Harry and Cedric climbed the last low wall. "It's going well, isn't it? Hagrid's going to turn them into twenty in a month's time. feet tall. Don't worry," he said with a smile, seeing the unhappy expressions on Harry and Cedric's faces, "as soon as the Tournament is over, your Quidditch pitches will be back as they were! Well, I think you can guess. Guess what we're doing here?"

No one spoke for a while, and then—

"Maze," Krum said gruffly.

"That's right!" Bagman said. "It's a maze. The third item is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Tournament Cup is placed in the center of the maze, and whoever can touch it first will get full marks."

"We just need to go through the maze?" Fleur asked, trying to divert her gaze in the opposite direction of Malfoy's.