A Hogwarts dissertation guide

After Moody showed the three unforgivable curses, the classroom became quiet. In the following time, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable curses.The classroom was quiet, with no one speaking, until the bell rang - but when Moody announced the end of class, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged like an endless flood, and most of the students were Talking about those spells in awe--

But Hermione wasn't that interested. She didn't find the lesson interesting at all. She thought it was a complete travesty, and Harry felt the same way.They confirmed each other's thoughts from their eyes.

Hermione's attention span was even better than Harry's. She noticed that something was wrong with Neville. Ever since Professor Moody showed him the Cruciatus Curse, his face was full of pain and fear.

Right now, he was standing in the middle of the corridor, staring at the stone wall in front of him, his eyes widened. He had not yet recovered from the class.

"Neville?" Hermione said softly.

Neville turned around, something was wrong with him, and his voice was too loud, "Oh, hello! This class is really interesting, isn't it? I don't know what's for dinner, I-I'm so hungry ,what about you?"

"Mr. Longbottom, Longbottom." There was a thumping sound from the direction of the classroom door. They knew it was Professor Moody without turning around. Suddenly they didn't dare to make a sound. They looked at Moody with a little fear.

But when he spoke, his voice, although rough, was much deeper and softer than they had heard before.

"It's okay, kid," he said to Neville, "come to my office, okay? Come on... we can have a cup of tea together..."

Neville shivered even more violently. It seemed that nothing, not even Snape, could be more terrifying than being in the same room with Moody.

But he didn't move, he didn't dare to move.

Moody turned his magical eye on Harry, "Are you okay, Potter?"

"No." Harry replied, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Moody's blue eyes looked at Harry, his eyes trembling slightly in their sockets, and then he seemed to want to defend something, and said: "You must understand something, it may seem cruel, but you must understand it, no It is necessary to cover up...Okay...let's go...Longbottom, I have a few books over there that may be of interest to you."

Neville looked imploringly at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but none of them spoke. Neville had no choice but to let Moody put a large, rough hand on his shoulder and lead him away. .

"What does this mean?" Ron said dryly, he was very worried about Neville.

"Is Moody trying to teach him a lesson?" Harry asked doubtfully.

They tacitly agreed not to mention the topic of why they didn't speak just now, and each of them knew very well.

After dinner, Harry and Ron returned to the common room, while Hermione continued to the library. Neither of them could figure out what Hermione was doing. Whenever they asked, she always said vaguely. To learn more.

The Fat Lady stepped aside and they climbed into the Gryffindor common room, which was crowded and noisy.

"Can you let us go to get the things for Divination class?" Harry asked.

It took them a lot of effort to squeeze into the entrance of the dormitory. They went to the dormitory to get textbooks and icons, but they found that Neville had returned to the dormitory before them and was sitting on the bed reading.He looked much calmer than when he finished Moody's class, but he was still not completely back to normal, and his eyes were red.

Valley</span>In the auditorium, Edward watched Dumbledore and Moody treat each other as if they were guests, and the corners of his mouth twitched. After the previous conversation, they had basically determined Voldemort's spy in the castle.

Being able to interfere in the Triwizard Tournament to the maximum extent without arousing Dumbledore's suspicion, who else is more suitable besides Moody?

He only needed a slight disguise to fool most people. After all, except for Dumbledore, no one in the castle knew him.

Dumbledore was a busy man, always busy in the office. He didn't have time to follow the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher all day long to verify his identity.

In other words, as long as Moody deceives Dumbledore for a short time, he can act unscrupulously in the castle.

Dumbledore himself also had deep trust in Moody, which was a result of many years of fighting friendship.

But I'm afraid Voldemort could never have imagined that Dumbledore did not need any evidence. He had already confirmed the identity of Moody's spy based on the clues collected alone - of course, this required the help of Grindelwald, who helped Dumbledore determine He discovered the fact that Voldemort had planted an insider with enough status to help him successfully obtain Harry Potter.

What Dumbledore needs to do is very simple: he just needs to go with the flow and ensure that Harry does not die in an accident or at the hands of Death Eaters.

Even though the other two magic schools have not yet arrived at the castle, Dumbledore can almost confirm that the warrior of Hogwarts is Harry Potter, even though his grades are not good and his strength is not strong, except for Quidditch flying It's true that Hogwarts is only above average, but Voldemort and Moody will definitely help Harry become a warrior.

As for the means...

Then let them have a headache.

Dumbledore and Moody talked hypocritically, and even talked about past events from time to time, which made Moody slightly embarrassed, but whenever he was embarrassed, Dumbledore would come to his rescue, which made Moody relax. A big breath.

However, in fact, Dumbledore was reminding the fake Moody to do more homework to avoid being exposed in front of the other two headmasters and officials of the Ministry of Magic. They would not have thought of Dumbledore's plan.

If the fake Moody is exposed and Voldemort uses someone else instead of Harry, wouldn't all his plans fail?

Then is there any way to completely kill Voldemort?

Lao Deng, I have good intentions!

Dumbledore secretly took out a piece of Honeydukes' Bee Honey Candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, deliberately avoiding the sight of Professor McGonagall. She was one of the few people in the castle who could control Dumbledore.

Edward felt that such a dinner was boring. He was tired of such hypocritical exchanges, but as he stood up, Dumbledore's little movements were also exposed to Professor McGonagall's sight.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall held the knife and fork, staring at the candy wrapper in Dumbledore's hand.

"I...I didn't do anything!"