HP Magic Biography

"What are the consequences?"

Moody turned around in front of Harry, like an ant on a hot pot.

"Perhaps Dumbledore can explain it to you, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes..." Moody said, "Well, Harry, I think we have to leave."

With that said, Moody put Harry's wand in his pocket.

Harry nodded, but a sudden movement caused Harry to stop involuntarily.

"Professor Moody, is there something in it?" Harry asked, pointing to the box, the sound just coming from inside the box.

"It's okay, don't care about him."

"Don't care about him? Professor, but..." Harry looked at Moody in embarrassment, he felt something was wrong.

Moody’s looks a little different from his previous contacts. Now Moody’s looks very anxious, and he is not familiar enough with his own office. If Harry read it right, what Moody is looking for is... The key to this box.

Harry had experienced the power of Moody’s magic eye. It can be said that even the invisibility cloak is useless in front of Moody, but...

"Professor Moody, can you show me the box?" Harry tried to ask.

"I said, don't worry about him." Moody seemed to be impatient, he roared, so that his voice changed a bit.

Suddenly, a flustered expression rose on Moody's face, and he grabbed Harry with one hand...

Harry instinctively wanted to step back and drew his wand, but it was only then that Harry remembered that his wand had been taken away by Moody.

Relaxed power)!" A beam of red light came in, and the door of Moody's office was torn apart...

Moody was knocked to the ground. Harry still maintained the posture of resisting just now, and then stared at where Moody’s face was. He saw Professor Albus Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall. Looking at himself from the observation mirror, he turned his head and saw the three of them standing at the door, Dumbledore standing in front, he held his wand high...

At that moment, Harry fully understood for the first time why people always said that Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort was afraid of. When Dumbledore stared at Modi’s unconscious body, his face looked gloomy and terrible. Harry never imagined that his face would be like this. Dumbledore’s face did not have a kind smile, and the eyes behind his glasses no longer gleamed. Only cold anger was reflected on the old face, and there was power from Deng Blido's face radiated, and it looked like he was about to burn.

He walked into the office, stepped on Moody’s unconscious body, kicked him a few more times, turned him back so that he could see his face clearly, and Snape followed him on. He came and checked the observation mirror carefully. It seemed that his face was still clear and defensible. The observation mirror emitted a strong light, illuminating the entire room.

Professor McGonagall walked directly to Harry.

"Get up, Potter," she whispered, her mouth squirming like she was about to cry, "Get up, kid... go to the hospital first."

"No." Dumbledore interjected suddenly. "Dumbledore, he should go, look at him, he has had enough tonight."

"He wants to stay, Minerva, because he needs to know the truth." Dumbledore replied succinctly, and then continued, "Knowing is the first step in accepting the facts. Only by accepting the facts can he recover. He needs to know Who brought him such suffering today, and why?"

"Professor Moody," Harry called. He still didn't believe that this was the case. "How could Professor Moody be like this?"

"This is not Alastor Moody." Dumbledore said calmly. "You don't know Alastor Moody. After tonight's incident, Moody will not take you away in my sight after tonight's incident. I will know when he takes you away. Follow."

Dumbledore leaned down on Moody's limp body and put his hand into his coat. He took out Moody's water bottle and a bunch of keys clasped on a ring.

Then he turned to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

"Severus, please bring me the strongest Veritaserum, and then go to the kitchen and bring that servant named Shining; Minerva, please go to Hagrid's house, there will be a piece under the pumpkin vine Big black dog, take that dog to my office, tell Hagrid I will return it to him soon, and then you will come back here."

Although Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall thought this instruction was weird, they did not show it, but immediately turned and left the office.

Dumbledore walked to the suitcase with only seven locks. He tried the first key and opened it. There was a pile of charm books inside. He closed the suitcase, opened the second lock with the second key, and opened the leather again. Box, those spell books are gone. This time it is a few tattered periscopes, a few parchment papers and a few quill pens, and something that looks like a silvery white translucent coat. Harry looked at Dan in surprise. Bodo continued to open the corresponding locks with the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth keys, and repeatedly opened the suitcase, and found that the contents of the suitcase were different each time. Finally he opened the lock with the seventh key and opened the lid, this time Harry exclaimed. It looked like this time it was a hole in the ground. There was a basement in it. There was a man lying ten feet underground. He looked skinny, as if he had fallen asleep from hunger. It was really moody. His wooden legs were missing. A magical place under the eyelid was sunken, and a considerable part of the gray hair was gone.

Harry looked at Moody who was sleeping in his suitcase, and Moody who was lying on the ground outside, and was angry.

There is no doubt that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~'s previous noise is because this real Professor Moody is fighting against imprisonment.

Harry had heard such a sound early, from the first time he came to Moody's office, so to speak, the real Professor Moody was imprisoned for a whole semester.

By this... Death Eater?

Damn it, no wonder he said that Karkaroff was not the one who engraved his name on the gold cup. It turned out that this fake Moody was, and Karkaroff was just a **** that was released to attract firepower.

The murderer who really wanted to kill him turned out to be Professor Moody who had been helping him from beginning to end.

This feeling of being deceived was terrible. No matter what, it was difficult for Harry to accept the betrayal of the most unlikely person.

"How are you, my friend." Dumbledore looked over, his voice was very empty, and Harry couldn't help but walk up.

Really Aristo Moody is here...