Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

“Voldemort is resurrected.” Tver said simply.

Even Cedric and the others, who had already realized this, couldn’t help but look worried.

What’s more, the uninformed professors and referees like Professor McGonagall took a deep breath of air.

“Wait, kid, what are you talking about? I didn’t hear it clearly just now. Can you say it again?”

It wasn’t that Fudge didn’t hear clearly, he was just shocked by the news.

“Someone in the school teleported Harry and the others to the place where Voldemort was prepared, and helped Voldemort successfully resurrect.”

Although it was Fudge who responded, Tweel’s calm eyes kept looking at Dumbledore.

Only then did Professor McGonagall notice the wounds on Harry’s face.

“Potter, come here, your face is bleeding!”

Harry touched the bottom of the wound in a daze, and the pain finally took him away from the news of Voldemort’s resurrection.

“Either it was black magic, or it was cut by a knife with a blood groove. Of course, it is more likely…” Snape analyzed quickly.

But as soon as he pulled out the cork from the potion bottle in his hand, Professor McGonagall snatched it away from him as he hurried towards Harry, and then poured the entire bottle up.

“…It’s a knife enchanted with dark magic.”

Snape hid his hands in his robes to hide his clenched fists.

He really wanted to say that the bottle of white fresh food was particularly precious. If it weren’t for the smell of black magic attached to such a small injury, even a drop would be too much for him…

Fudge never paid attention to this little incident. He had long been frightened by Tver’s words.

“Impossible…how could it be possible? He is obviously dead…yes, yes, yes, the mysterious man is dead!” He suddenly roared.

“You’re right, Tver. Death Eaters must have sneaked into the school, teleported these children away, and caused some illusions in their minds that they shouldn’t have!”

“Yes, that’s right, that’s it!”

“No, we saw the mysterious man with our own eyes… uh, walked out of a crucible!”

“We saw clearly that he had turned into a bald head and only had two vertical holes left on his nose!”

The sequelae of Cedric’s soul loss finally broke out, making his head dizzy and his face looked uglier than Harry who had lost too much blood.

But that didn’t stop him from yelling at Fudge angrily.

After all, he just walked through hell!

“Look, your brains are all confused.”

“Even if the mysterious man is resurrected, he won’t come out of the crucible like cooked food, let alone lose his nose. Can’t we say he has such a strange hobby?”

Fudge’s cheeks twitched and he pulled for a long time before revealing a barely visible smile.

“I think the Ministry of Magic should give Turville a medal for saving these children. Order of Merlin, Second Class, would be easy.”

Facing the weird looks from everyone, Fudge said with some confusion: “What’s wrong? Of course, if Tweel and Dumbledore are willing to fight for it, it is very possible to receive a first-class medal…”

“I don’t think what Turver wants is a medal.” Dumbledore finally recovered from his deep contemplation.

“Remember what Tver said? There is someone hiding in Hogwarts. In fact, this person is right next to us.”

Upon hearing this, Snape and Professor Flitwick reacted very quickly and raised their wands, scanning the people present with vigilance.

Soon, the two of them discovered Moody sneaking towards the edge of the wall!

“Collapse!”

“Shattered to pieces!”

Two magics, one in front of the other, accurately shattered the wall in front of Moody. The sudden movement also diverted the attention of everyone present to him.

“Where do you want to go, Alastor?”

Dumbledore stood naturally and easily, even with a smile on his face, but Moody didn’t dare to make any move.

“I… the students outside are probably panicking because of the referee’s sudden departure. I think I have to go and comfort them.”

Moody’s magic eyes were turning, but his scarred face was in sharp contrast to what he said.

Of course little Barty doesn’t mind dying for the Dark Lord’s resurrection plan, but now that the Dark Lord has been resurrected, of course he hopes to survive!

“you’re right!”

Dumbledore suddenly realized and turned to look at Professor McGonagall, “Minerva, and Filius, please comfort those students and let them go back to the lounge first.”

“Parents of the warriors, please reassure them, but we have to wait until we have investigated what happened tonight clearly.

Let these kids go back. ”

Professor McGonagall glanced at the scabbed wound on Harry’s face and Cedric who was barely cheering up.

After confirming that these warriors were in good condition, she nodded and led Professor Flitwick into the maze and towards the outside field.

Dumbledore turned to Snape again.

“Severus, I assume that the Veritaserum in your medicine storage room has not been stolen? Can you lend me some?”

A smile suddenly appeared on Snape’s face, making Harry look even paler.

“I’ve got a whole bottle right here, ready to get someone to talk.”

After saying that, his pocket was like a bottomless pit, and he took out a smaller one again, but the potion inside was even clearer and translucent.

Snape shook the bottle at Moody rather cruelly so that he could see the potion inside clearly, and then handed it to Dumbledore.

“Very well, Alastor, do you mind saying something? Or do you want to drink a little of this first?”

With the power of the first white wizard, Dumbledore slowly walked towards Moody step by step. Not to mention him, everyone present felt the pressure that increased instantly.

A suffocating discomfort lingered around Fudge’s body. He looked around in a panic for a while before he remembered that Delis had asked him for leave tonight.

“Damn it, I should have brought him here!” he muttered dissatisfiedly.

Moody, who was in the center of the air pressure, took a step back unconsciously, but did not realize that he was now a cripple with a broken leg. The prosthetic leg was immediately entangled in the grass, and he sat down on the ground.

He looked like he was frightened by Dumbledore.

“I…I don’t know what you are talking about, Albus.” Moody pretended to be calm, but a hint of sinisterness suddenly flashed in his eyes.

“Be careful, his wand…” Sharp-eyed Harry immediately noticed his little movement.

But before he reminded him, Moody stretched out the wand in his hand!

“Avada…”

Seeing this action, Dumbledore chuckled and shook his hand faster.

After a short distance, Moody’s grasp was thrown away. At the same time, a thick rope stretched out from the ground and tied him tightly to the ground.

“Thanks for the reminder, but I think my strength can still handle such a small scene.” Dumbledore nodded approvingly to Harry.

“Now, let us see your true face…”

Dumbledore controlled the soil, held Moody tightly, and brought him to him.

But the next scene shocked everyone.

Moody’s face suddenly changed, the scars gradually disappeared, the skin became smooth as if rejuvenated, and the broken nose was repaired.

Suddenly, with a bang, the weird magic eye jumped out of its socket, and a real eye took its place.

His skin had become bleached pale, and his hair was blond.

The only thing that was the same as before was the broken leg.

It seems that the broken leg used by Voldemort when he was resurrected came from him.