Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

After Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall hurriedly left, Madam Pomfrey decisively asked the others to leave the hospital wing to ensure a quiet environment. Jerry was also moved to a nearby ward.

Hermione and Fleur also came to the ward.

Inside the ward, Cedric was lying quietly on the bed. Cho Chang was sitting in front of his bed, chatting with him. His parents were also by his side, looking at the injured Cedric with heartache.

"Jerry? Is he okay?" Cedric asked with concern when he saw the unconscious Jerry.

"He's fine, he's already okay," Hermione replied softly.

"Who was that person standing by the window just now? How come I've never seen him at Hogwarts?" Fleur whispered to Hermione beside Jerry's bed.

"I've only seen him once before. Jerry said he seems to be his grandfather!" Hermione gently pulled the blanket up to Jerry's chest.

"Grandfather?" Fleur was a little puzzled. Could it be Dumbledore's brother? But they don't look alike, do they?

......

When those damn debt-collecting goblins come to find him again, he'll smash them to death with gold Galleons. Just thinking about it is so satisfying!

Ludo Bagman was gesticulating wildly at the commentary box, but bursts of curses came from the spectator stands next to him.

"Fix!" "F*** you, Bagman, you rotten radish!"

"Bagman, you better protect your butt tonight!"

Some of the spectators even threw their support items at the commentary box.

Dumbledore arrived at the arena to find chaos all around. Staff members were trying to appease the audience.

"Where's Harry?"

"Harry Potter? Mr. Moody just took him away!"

"Moody?" Dumbledore heard this and glanced at Snape and Professor McGonagall beside him. "That's not good!"

The three quickly headed towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

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"Harry, has the Dark Lord really returned? Did you see it with your own eyes? How was he reborn?" In the office, Moody's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, fixed on Harry's face, not missing a single subtle expression.

Harry's thoughts were instantly pulled back to his experience in the graveyard. A sharp pain came from the scar on his head.

He had been taken to the Riddle family's graveyard by the Triwizard Cup, tied to a tombstone by Wormtail, and there was a huge cauldron, big enough for an adult to sit in.

He saw Wormtail holding a deformed creature in his arms. It was like a curled-up fetus, its skin a sickly dark red, and its flat, snake-like face had a pair of eyes that gleamed with an evil red light.

"Voldemort... he took bone from his own father's grave, and flesh from Wormtail, and my blood." After a while, Harry slowly opened his mouth.

The ugly thing that looked like a curled-up fetus was thrown into the huge cauldron by Wormtail, followed by the father's bone, the servant's flesh, and the enemy's blood. After these three things were added to the cauldron by Wormtail, a chilling white steam shot into the sky. Harry watched in horror as a tall, thin, skeletal black figure slowly rose from the cauldron.

The black figure had scarlet eyes and a flat nose, like a sinister snake, with nostrils that were narrowed into two tiny slits. Thinking of this, Harry's scar throbbed with pain.

"What about the Death Eaters? The Dark Lord summoned them, did they go?"

Harry nodded heavily.

"How did the Dark Lord treat these returning Death Eaters?" Moody lowered his voice, as if asking about a sensitive secret. "Did he forgive their betrayal?"

Harry's thoughts were suddenly stirred. He should go find Professor Dumbledore immediately.

"There's a Death Eater hidden inside Hogwarts! It was this Death Eater who secretly put my name into the Goblet of Fire." Harry was eager to stand up, but Moody held him down firmly.

"I know all of this, and I know who it is!" Moody's tone was extremely calm.

"Is it Karkaroff?" Harry blurted out. "Has he been caught? Have you caught him? Where is he being held now?"

"No, no, no, not that traitor!" Moody raised the corner of his mouth in a meaningful smile and shook his head. "Karkaroff chose to run away tonight because the Dark Mark on his arm signaled the Dark Lord's summons. He betrayed too many people, and naturally he wouldn't dare to see the Dark Lord now."

"Karkaroff actually ran away? Did he put my name in the Goblet of Fire?"

"No," Moody's answer was unusually calm. "It's not what you think, Potter. Actually, it was me, it was me who put your name into the Goblet of Fire." As he spoke, he slowly raised the wand in his hand, its tip pointing directly at Harry.

"Potter, tell me, has the Dark Lord forgiven those Death Eaters who escaped punishment and are still at large?"

"What?" Harry's voice trembled, completely unable to understand Moody's words. He almost thought he was in a twisted nightmare.

"I'm asking you, Potter," Moody said sternly, "those scum who abandoned the Dark Lord when he needed them most, those traitors, cowards, have they been forgiven by the Dark Lord? They didn't even have the courage to enter Azkaban for the Dark Lord. How can such people be forgiven! They only dare to wear masks in the dark, seeking a moment of excitement in the clamor of the Quidditch World Cup, but when I launched the Dark Mark, they were scared and scattered."

"Potter, I remember once telling you that the thing I hate most in this world is letting those Death Eaters go unpunished. Actually, I didn't lie to you. I was telling the truth. They betrayed their master in his most desperate moment. I yearn for the master to punish them personally, to make them suffer endless torment."

Moody's facial expression suddenly twisted, revealing an almost insane smile.

"Imagine how the master will praise me, because I have always been loyal to him, at any cost, even entering Hogwarts, to find him what he desires most. He will know that only I am truly worthy of trust."

Harry's confusion and shock reached their peak.

"As for you, Harry, I am the mastermind behind all of this. It was me who secretly put your name into the Goblet of Fire; it was me who secretly encouraged Hagrid to let you see the power of the dragon; and it was me who guided you to find a way to defeat the dragon."

"Potter, it was too difficult to help you, you idiot, pass the Triwizard Tournament, and to make sure that no one suspected anything! Especially the second task, I was almost worried sick, afraid that you would fail."

"I also revealed the secret of the golden egg to Cedric, I was confident that he would share it with you, honest people are always so easy to be exploited. And that Longbottom kid, I tortured his parents back then, that idiot is still grateful to me when he sees me now. The book I gave him contained detailed information about Gillyweed, I thought he could help you, but I didn't expect him to forget. At that time, I really wanted to let him experience the feeling of his parents being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse!"

"But luckily, you had the help of others and successfully passed the competition!"

"Potter, I was so worried at the time, worried that you would be drowned directly!"

"And tonight, it was me who used the Imperius Curse to control Krum, to clear all obstacles for you to win the trophy."

Harry stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The famous Auror, Dumbledore's friend, how could he do such a thing? It was simply absurd and unacceptable!

"Potter, you didn't die directly in the master's hands tonight?" Moody's voice was low and cold. "If I could get rid of you for him, how would he reward me? I will become his most trusted confidant, closer than any offspring!"

"The master and I, we have too many similarities," Moody's voice began to twist, and he looked down at Harry with an almost crazy posture, a ferocious smile on his lips, "For example, we both have a very disappointing father, we both inherited his name, and, we both very happily ended our own father's life!"

"You're crazy!" Harry finally couldn't help shouting. He couldn't believe his ears, and he couldn't accept the cruel reality in front of him. "You're completely crazy!"

"Stupefy!" Accompanied by a dazzling red light and the sound of wood breaking, the door of Moody's office was suddenly blasted open by a powerful force, and Moody himself flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing face-down heavily on the ground, motionless.

Harry suddenly raised his head and saw three professors standing at the door, Dumbledore holding his wand tightly in his hand.

He slowly stepped into the room, placed one foot under the unconscious Moody, and gently lifted him up, revealing his face. Snape followed closely behind, while Professor McGonagall went straight to Harry.

"Albus, Potter needs to be sent to the hospital wing immediately!" Professor McGonagall said anxiously.

"No, Minerva, unlike Jerry, Harry must stay here for the time being," Dumbledore's tone was firm and gentle, "because he needs to know the truth, he must know who and why made him suffer so much tonight."

"Moody?" Harry murmured to himself, his shock and doubt like surging waves in his heart. "How is this possible... It's Moody?"

"No, Harry, this is not the real Alastor Moody," Dumbledore's tone was calm and deep. "The real Moody would never have brought you here after something like this happened tonight."

As he spoke, Dumbledore bent down and searched the imposter's body, finding a curved flask and a bunch of keys.

"Polyjuice Potion." Dumbledore shook the curved flask and looked at Snape. "It seems you wronged Harry!"

Snape looked at Harry, "So, you didn't steal my ingredients?"

Harry also looked at Snape, "I told you you wronged me, I didn't steal the ingredients!"

Snape glared at the embarrassed Harry again with arrogance. So what? You still expect me to apologize to you! Humph!