Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

"Mr. Moody, this is the price to pay. Professor Dumbledore won't let go of anyone who knows his secrets."

Tom shouted at Moody while fending off Dumbledore's attacks.

Moody used his wand to deflect a shockwave from Dumbledore and Tom's battle, while looking at Tom with pleading eyes: "What should we do now? Join forces to resist Dumbledore?"

Moody would never have dreamed that things would turn out this way a few hours ago.

Dumbledore was not the Dumbledore he knew, and Voldemort was not the Voldemort he knew.

Now that Dumbledore and Voldemort were fighting, Moody, who originally would have sided without hesitation, actually had the idea of helping Voldemort fight Dumbledore.

Just when Moody felt like he was going crazy, he found that in the moment of distraction just now, Tom had thrown him onto a small boat, and there was a house-elf, Grey, beside him. Then, the small boat slowly sailed towards the center of the lake.

"Go to the center of the lake and get the relic left by the first Voldemort. That's what Dumbledore is desperately searching for. Grey will help you. For the sake of the wizarding world, I beg you, Mr. Moody."

Hearing Tom's shout, Moody finally remembered Dumbledore's purpose for this trip.

It turned out that Dumbledore's real goal was the relic of the first Voldemort. Even Dumbledore cared so much about it, it must contain a huge secret, so it must not fall into Dumbledore's hands.

Just as Moody was secretly making up his mind, he heard Tom shout: "Voldemort will never be a slave!"

"For Hogwarts!"

Then he resolutely rushed towards Dumbledore.

Tom's determined and unyielding back fell into Moody's eyes, and in an instant, it overlapped with the backs of those Auror colleagues who bravely fought against Voldemort and the Death Eaters during the wizarding war, causing his heart to ache involuntarily.

Unable to bear to watch any longer, Moody turned around and looked towards the center of the lake, his eyes suddenly becoming extremely firm. He would never let Tom's 'sacrifice' be in vain.

When Moody arrived at the platform in the center of the lake, the only thing he saw was a stone basin. Taking a closer look, he found that it was filled with emerald green potion.

'Why can't I remember? Oh no, oh no, if this continues, I'm going to be in big trouble.'

Seeing that he couldn't get a response, Moody decided to ignore this stupid house-elf and prepare to try it himself.

Just then, Grey seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly knocked his head, as if he remembered something.

"Mr. Moody, I remember now, please kneel down on one knee."

"Kneel down on one knee?" Moody felt very strange about Grey's request.

"Yes, just kneel down on one knee, and then leave it to Grey."

If it's just kneeling down on one knee, it wouldn't hurt to try, just to see what this house-elf is going to do.

Seeing Moody dragging his prosthetic leg and kneeling down on one knee with difficulty, Grey lay down beside the stone basin, took a sip of the potion, and then turned around with lightning speed, cupped Moody's head, and then…

Kissed… kissed him.

"!!!"

The elite Auror, Mr. Moody, who had experienced countless battles in his life, was stunned by the little house-elf's bizarre operation this time, and couldn't react for a moment.

It wasn't until Grey poured the potion into Moody's mouth and the potion flowed into his throat that he suddenly woke up and pushed the house-elf away.

His first kiss!

His innocence!

Alastor Moody, who had lived for so long and had never been in love, regretted for the first time why he didn't give away his first kiss when he was young.

He didn't ask for much, just a woman, alive. If that didn't work, a man, alive, wouldn't be bad either.

As for now, a house-elf, a male, this was a choice he had never imagined.

Moody, who was usually extremely vigilant, hated for the first time how he had lost his vigilance against a house-elf. But then again, what good house-elf would do something like this?

Forcing himself to endure the nausea, Moody, who didn't even care that the potion had been poured down, sternly asked Grey, "You'd better give me an explanation?"

"Because that's what Master said, the toxicity of the potion needs to be transferred mouth-to-mouth before it can be tolerated."

Grey looked at Moody with a serious face, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Are you sure Tom Riddle really said that?"

Moody felt that this method was so unreliable.

Grey scratched his head and carefully recalled: 'What exactly did Master say? I really can't remember.'

'But Master once said that there is a kind of Kung Fu in the distant East, the more people practice it, the more painful it becomes, but after transferring it to others, there will be no such pain.'

'If you replace Kung Fu with potion, it's hard for one person to bear the toxicity, but after transferring it to others, there will be no such problem, and mouth-to-mouth is the most effective way to transfer it.'

'Equation pass!'

Grey, who once again deduced the best solution, gave a thumbs up to his cleverness and nodded to Moody with certainty: "That's right, that's what Master said."

Moody looked constipated after hearing this, and his whole person was not well.

Just when Moody was caught in a battle between heaven and man, the movement of Dumbledore and Tom's battle in the distance helped him make up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer.

I, Alastor Moody, for the sake of the wizarding world, I'll endure it.

"Smooch ~ Smooch ~"

The house-elf Grey kissed Moody again and again, exchanging liquids in his mouth.

Moody, who didn't even hum when he lost his leg and was covered in scars during the wizarding war, finally couldn't help but shed tears of humiliation at this moment.

"Water… water…"

Seeing that the potion was about to run out, Moody felt that his body and spirit were in great pain, and he had to rely on his strong willpower to barely support himself.

Why did he still become like this after sacrificing so much?

So, what the house-elf said was all nonsense.

Thinking of this, his originally painful body and spirit became even more painful, but now he was too weak to stop Grey's movements.

The only thing worth celebrating was that the Inferi had been cleaned up, so Moody wouldn't be dragged into the bottom of the lake.

After Grey poured the potion into Moody's mouth again and again, Regulus's version of the locket finally appeared.

When Grey held the locket to show Moody, Moody forced a smile.

This nightmare can finally, finally be over!