demon hunter at hogwarts
Chapter 136 Understanding
Moody walked ahead with a cane and a prosthetic leg, leading the way.
Regulus followed half a step behind the old Auror.
The two passed by the door of Kingsley's compartment. Kingsley made a gesture to Regulus where no one could see him.
There was no one in the corridor, except for the clatter of Moody's prosthetic leg against the floor.
After turning left and right a few times, the light became darker and darker, and the walls on both sides became more and more shabby.Without personal experience, it would be difficult for people to believe that this dilapidated corridor, like the splendid hall, belongs to the Ministry of Magic.
There are two doors at the end of the corridor, one of which is a broom closet filled with all kinds of junk.On the other door was a faded brass sign that read: Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items.
Moody pushed open the door and motioned for Regulus to follow him in.
"You have chosen a good place to talk." Regulus looked around this so-called office. The room was small and dark, and messier than the broom room next to it. It was also piled with all kinds of junk, such as Muggle cars. rearview mirror, engine and steering wheel; a square iron box with "oven" written on it; and two little yellow ducks made of rubber.
The two desks were squeezed between the messy things. The document basket was already full, and documents were scattered on the table. There were also instructions and schematic diagrams for some Muggle appliances. Next to them was a family photo: Arthur Way. Mr. and Mrs. Sly and their seven children.
"There are usually only two people in this office. Old Perkins is still receiving treatment at St. Mungo's because he mistook Hu Meizi's dried stool for Muggle chocolate beans two days ago." Moody explained gruffly. .
The old Auror did not mention Arthur Weasley. Regulus knew this very well, because on Harry's birthday, Sirius once said that they had fought together before, that is, Said, Arthur is trustworthy.
"Are we just the two of us now?" Regulus suddenly asked, staring at the empty corner.
Moody's magic eye rolled into his head, revealing a big white eyeball.
After the old Auror was silent for a moment, he finally sighed: "Come out, you still need to practice your stealth and tracking."
Tonks lifted her invisibility cloak and jumped out from the corner, her face full of frustration.
Obviously this was not the way she expected to appear.
"How did you find me?" She returned the invisibility cloak to Moody, but her eyes were fixed on Regulus.
"There are too many flaws." Regulus sneezed exaggeratedly. "The most important thing is that no one would spray so much perfume on their body while stalking... and choose at least three brands."
"It's all Mad-Eye's fault. When he tested my reflexes, he insisted on using those rotten eggs imported from Mozambique." Tonks hid behind Moody and made a face, complaining, "I used It took three days to completely remove the smell.”
She had obviously forgotten that the old Auror's eyes could see through the back of her head.
"I remember Andromeda was very good at these." Regulus said with a smile, "She can clean it for you in three seconds."
"I don't dare to go home." Tonks shrugged and said, "I was expecting you to help me convince my mother, but the owls I sent couldn't find you and finally flew back... By the way, Where have you been this month?”
"Albania."
"Cool!" Tonks' mood immediately improved, "When will we leave next time? I'm going too!"
"Sorry, you may be disappointed, because I will never go to that crappy place again..."
"Can we get down to business?" Moody interrupted their conversation rudely, "Nymphadora, I remember you haven't finished your assignments this week, why don't you go to the training room quickly?"
"It's just Monday..." Tonks glanced at the calendar pinned to the wall and said dissatisfied, "Also, don't call me Nymphadora!"
"If you can't complete someone else's week's training in one day, don't expect to get a letter of recommendation from me." Moody said angrily, "I'm going to retire soon. If by then, the internship I'll be responsible for If I can't get the formal induction certificate as an Auror, I will feel very embarrassed!"
Tonks grimaced and reluctantly left the small office of the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts.
Now, there were really only two people left in the room. Moody waved his hand and the office door was closed with a click.
"Why must it be here?" Regulus asked.
"Because most people won't choose to talk about important things here, no one will doubt you." Moody's magic eye was still rolling white, obviously monitoring whether anyone was coming in the corridor, while his normal black eye was looking straight at you. Staring at Regulus, "You have already met Kingsley. Have you got his things?"
"This?" Regulus took out the document from his pocket and shook it.
"Don't take it out!" Moody suddenly roared, and Regulus' hand holding the document froze in the air.
The old Auror continued: "Dumbledore said, you will know what this thing means. This is enough for me. I don't want to know what is written on it. Everyone just needs to know, and they should know part."
Regulus was noncommittal about Moody's idea. He reinstalled the documents and asked in a meticulous tone: "So, what do you want to know from me?"
"I want to know, how much do you know about Barty Crouch Jr.?" Moody's two eyes focused on Regulus's face, and he read the name almost word for word.
"Didn't he die long ago?" Regulus couldn't help but be confused when he heard this question. "Sirius said this not long after he was imprisoned in Azkaban."
"According to this, you should be dead long ago." Moody retorted gruffly.
Regulus took a deep breath, his face instantly turned as pale as spoiled milk, his lips opened and closed silently a few times, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"Everyone thinks so, but it's not the case." Moody spoke in a tone as if he had just won a duel with Regulus. "I was thoroughly searching Crouch's room. When I visited the house where people lived, I discovered some... small details, which confirmed to me that more than one person had lived in that house for a long time. And we all know that Barty Crouch's wife had long been He died, and he never had any plans to start a family again.”
"What does long term...mean?"
"At least five years or more."
"Why didn't Dumbledore discover this before?" Regulus was a little confused. Dumbledore had found that strange potion in Crouch's house, and asked Snape to help analyze the ingredients, but he didn't find it. Moody's stated situation.
"Dumbledore will not track prey like a hound. This is my job." Moody said impatiently, "Let's get down to business. If Barty Crouch Jr. is indeed not dead, he may appear in any capacity. Anywhere, or he is hiding behind the trash can in my house, ready to attack me... In revenge we captured him in Azkaban..."
The old Auror's magic eyes began to move around again. Judging from the expression on his face, he seemed to think that the little yellow duck on Arthur Weasley's desk would turn into that suspicious man in the next second, and then attack them. Launch an attack.
He took out his curved wine bottle, drank the contents, and shuddered.
"Little Barty... is very smart and very perseverant. He has excellent grades and loves to play Quidditch..." In order to prevent Moody from continuing to think divergently, Regulus had to concentrate and try to think about him. He remembered Barty Crouch Jr. and made a fair assessment, "I rarely admire people, but Barty Crouch Jr....he is one of them."
"What do you mean, he is an excellent wizard, just like his father?"
"Yes."
"This is going to be difficult." The scar on Moody's face twitched unsightly for a while, "If he was a fool, maybe it would be easier to deal with... You may not know why he was arrested."
"It is said to be related to the Longbottoms." Regulus said lightly.
He had no intention of telling Moody that he had watched the entire trial of Barty Crouch Jr. in Dumbledore's Pensieve.
The old Auror bitterly briefly described what Bella, the Lestrange brothers, and Barty Jr. had done, and concluded: "His performance in the trial hall made everyone think that he was just making mistakes. Appeared at the wrong time at the wrong place, and just accidentally passed by the scene where the Lestranges tortured the Longbottoms... Old Barty rarely did the right thing."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I just said that he might be hiding in the trash can at your house, ready to attack you," Moody said.
"Thank you," Regulus said dryly.
At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside the door. After Moody's magic eye turned around, he waved his wand and opened the door.
Arthur Weasley, who was soaked in the rain, stood outside the door, his sparse red hair sticking to his forehead, and was about to open the door.
"Good morning, Mad-Eye, Mr. Black... I'll get some documents." Arthur greeted the people in the room with a smile. He didn't seem to be bothered by his embarrassed image at all, nor was he surprised. This strange pair Why did the combination appear in his office.
"You don't look very good, my friend." Moody's magic eyes swung around, looking Arthur up and down.
Only then did Arthur feel a little uncomfortable. He crossed his hands and hung them in front of him, as if he was covering something. Water drops kept dripping from his body.
Regulus saw Arthur's embarrassment, took out his wand, pointed at him and said, "If you don't mind..."
There was a slight ripple in the air, as if a warm breeze was blowing through the office. Arthur's wet clothes were quickly dried, and even his hair became fluffy again.
"Wow!" Arthur praised, "You can use this spell better than Molly! I tried it once before and burned my pants. Since then, I have never dared to use it again..."
"When I came, it didn't seem to be raining outside." Regulus asked with a smile, "How did you end up like this?"
"I just came out of the Department of International Cooperation. There were some wizards from Arabia who transformed Muggle carpets into flying carpets, causing some accidents..." Arthur said, "But the weather in the Department of International Cooperation is not very good. Well, I guess Reggie Cattermole changed the weather spell... You don't know, but the weather in the Ministry of Magic is determined by the Magical Maintenance Department."
"Oh?" Regulus really didn't know that this department had such an additional responsibility.
"If they feel that their wages are too low, it will make the weather less beautiful." Arthur explained as he hurriedly started looking for things in the official basket. "Once it snowed for a month, and many people had to I change into a down jacket and a cotton hat when I'm not at work... But I don't have so many worries here. You see, there aren't even windows, so there's no need to waste people casting weather spells... I found it... Thank God..."
Arthur pulled out the two documents, and Regulus caught a glimpse of the title "Manchester Door Knob Biting Incident."
"Some people specialize in this kind of thing. Mundungus likes to sell door handles to Muggles that can bite... But since Willy Widdershin was caught, there have been a lot less incidents of sewage backing up in toilets... "Arthur explained with a wry smile, "I have to go to the Reversal of Contingency Team. I hope the weather there will be better."
"It's time for us to go," Moody said gruffly.
Several people left Arthur's office. Arthur ran all the way to catch the elevator first. Regulus walked slowly with Moody dragging his prosthetic leg, but his thoughts had already flown outside the Ministry of Magic.
He recalled the scene he saw in Rita Skeeter's memory.
Bella had not yet escaped from prison, but Gilderoy Lockhart had already been sent to St. Mungo's.
Together with Old Barty, who was possessed by Voldemort, was a man who dared not show his face in front of others.
As early as Halloween last year, he suspected that there was a Death Eater working for Voldemort.
He had suspected Lucius Malfoy, but after several contacts, Lucius's unscrupulous behavior did not seem like he had returned to the "master".
But if that person is Barty Jr., who is believed to be dead long ago, everything will fall into place.
Moody sent Regulus out of the Auror headquarters in a businesslike manner.
It was much more convenient when leaving the Ministry of Magic.
Instead of having to walk through the cumbersome guest entrance, you can just pass through the fireplace and go straight back to your home.
Ten minutes later, Regulus was sitting on the sofa, drinking hot cocoa prepared by Kreacher and holding Kingsley's documents in his hand.
The entire article is a report about a Muggle sighting of a flying motorcycle. There is only one line of thin fonts with circles within circles under one photo.
"On August 28, someone entered Bellatrix Lestrange's vault."
Regulus knew that the goblins of Gringotts usually didn't care whether the client was a wanted criminal. They only cared about whether you had the key to the vault.
Even a cat can open the vault as long as it carries the key.
But people who are thoughtful will notice this, such as the person who provided him with the documents.
So what is it that makes Bella go into the vault to check it out at the risk of being discovered?
Regulus followed half a step behind the old Auror.
The two passed by the door of Kingsley's compartment. Kingsley made a gesture to Regulus where no one could see him.
There was no one in the corridor, except for the clatter of Moody's prosthetic leg against the floor.
After turning left and right a few times, the light became darker and darker, and the walls on both sides became more and more shabby.Without personal experience, it would be difficult for people to believe that this dilapidated corridor, like the splendid hall, belongs to the Ministry of Magic.
There are two doors at the end of the corridor, one of which is a broom closet filled with all kinds of junk.On the other door was a faded brass sign that read: Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items.
Moody pushed open the door and motioned for Regulus to follow him in.
"You have chosen a good place to talk." Regulus looked around this so-called office. The room was small and dark, and messier than the broom room next to it. It was also piled with all kinds of junk, such as Muggle cars. rearview mirror, engine and steering wheel; a square iron box with "oven" written on it; and two little yellow ducks made of rubber.
The two desks were squeezed between the messy things. The document basket was already full, and documents were scattered on the table. There were also instructions and schematic diagrams for some Muggle appliances. Next to them was a family photo: Arthur Way. Mr. and Mrs. Sly and their seven children.
"There are usually only two people in this office. Old Perkins is still receiving treatment at St. Mungo's because he mistook Hu Meizi's dried stool for Muggle chocolate beans two days ago." Moody explained gruffly. .
The old Auror did not mention Arthur Weasley. Regulus knew this very well, because on Harry's birthday, Sirius once said that they had fought together before, that is, Said, Arthur is trustworthy.
"Are we just the two of us now?" Regulus suddenly asked, staring at the empty corner.
Moody's magic eye rolled into his head, revealing a big white eyeball.
After the old Auror was silent for a moment, he finally sighed: "Come out, you still need to practice your stealth and tracking."
Tonks lifted her invisibility cloak and jumped out from the corner, her face full of frustration.
Obviously this was not the way she expected to appear.
"How did you find me?" She returned the invisibility cloak to Moody, but her eyes were fixed on Regulus.
"There are too many flaws." Regulus sneezed exaggeratedly. "The most important thing is that no one would spray so much perfume on their body while stalking... and choose at least three brands."
"It's all Mad-Eye's fault. When he tested my reflexes, he insisted on using those rotten eggs imported from Mozambique." Tonks hid behind Moody and made a face, complaining, "I used It took three days to completely remove the smell.”
She had obviously forgotten that the old Auror's eyes could see through the back of her head.
"I remember Andromeda was very good at these." Regulus said with a smile, "She can clean it for you in three seconds."
"I don't dare to go home." Tonks shrugged and said, "I was expecting you to help me convince my mother, but the owls I sent couldn't find you and finally flew back... By the way, Where have you been this month?”
"Albania."
"Cool!" Tonks' mood immediately improved, "When will we leave next time? I'm going too!"
"Sorry, you may be disappointed, because I will never go to that crappy place again..."
"Can we get down to business?" Moody interrupted their conversation rudely, "Nymphadora, I remember you haven't finished your assignments this week, why don't you go to the training room quickly?"
"It's just Monday..." Tonks glanced at the calendar pinned to the wall and said dissatisfied, "Also, don't call me Nymphadora!"
"If you can't complete someone else's week's training in one day, don't expect to get a letter of recommendation from me." Moody said angrily, "I'm going to retire soon. If by then, the internship I'll be responsible for If I can't get the formal induction certificate as an Auror, I will feel very embarrassed!"
Tonks grimaced and reluctantly left the small office of the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts.
Now, there were really only two people left in the room. Moody waved his hand and the office door was closed with a click.
"Why must it be here?" Regulus asked.
"Because most people won't choose to talk about important things here, no one will doubt you." Moody's magic eye was still rolling white, obviously monitoring whether anyone was coming in the corridor, while his normal black eye was looking straight at you. Staring at Regulus, "You have already met Kingsley. Have you got his things?"
"This?" Regulus took out the document from his pocket and shook it.
"Don't take it out!" Moody suddenly roared, and Regulus' hand holding the document froze in the air.
The old Auror continued: "Dumbledore said, you will know what this thing means. This is enough for me. I don't want to know what is written on it. Everyone just needs to know, and they should know part."
Regulus was noncommittal about Moody's idea. He reinstalled the documents and asked in a meticulous tone: "So, what do you want to know from me?"
"I want to know, how much do you know about Barty Crouch Jr.?" Moody's two eyes focused on Regulus's face, and he read the name almost word for word.
"Didn't he die long ago?" Regulus couldn't help but be confused when he heard this question. "Sirius said this not long after he was imprisoned in Azkaban."
"According to this, you should be dead long ago." Moody retorted gruffly.
Regulus took a deep breath, his face instantly turned as pale as spoiled milk, his lips opened and closed silently a few times, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"Everyone thinks so, but it's not the case." Moody spoke in a tone as if he had just won a duel with Regulus. "I was thoroughly searching Crouch's room. When I visited the house where people lived, I discovered some... small details, which confirmed to me that more than one person had lived in that house for a long time. And we all know that Barty Crouch's wife had long been He died, and he never had any plans to start a family again.”
"What does long term...mean?"
"At least five years or more."
"Why didn't Dumbledore discover this before?" Regulus was a little confused. Dumbledore had found that strange potion in Crouch's house, and asked Snape to help analyze the ingredients, but he didn't find it. Moody's stated situation.
"Dumbledore will not track prey like a hound. This is my job." Moody said impatiently, "Let's get down to business. If Barty Crouch Jr. is indeed not dead, he may appear in any capacity. Anywhere, or he is hiding behind the trash can in my house, ready to attack me... In revenge we captured him in Azkaban..."
The old Auror's magic eyes began to move around again. Judging from the expression on his face, he seemed to think that the little yellow duck on Arthur Weasley's desk would turn into that suspicious man in the next second, and then attack them. Launch an attack.
He took out his curved wine bottle, drank the contents, and shuddered.
"Little Barty... is very smart and very perseverant. He has excellent grades and loves to play Quidditch..." In order to prevent Moody from continuing to think divergently, Regulus had to concentrate and try to think about him. He remembered Barty Crouch Jr. and made a fair assessment, "I rarely admire people, but Barty Crouch Jr....he is one of them."
"What do you mean, he is an excellent wizard, just like his father?"
"Yes."
"This is going to be difficult." The scar on Moody's face twitched unsightly for a while, "If he was a fool, maybe it would be easier to deal with... You may not know why he was arrested."
"It is said to be related to the Longbottoms." Regulus said lightly.
He had no intention of telling Moody that he had watched the entire trial of Barty Crouch Jr. in Dumbledore's Pensieve.
The old Auror bitterly briefly described what Bella, the Lestrange brothers, and Barty Jr. had done, and concluded: "His performance in the trial hall made everyone think that he was just making mistakes. Appeared at the wrong time at the wrong place, and just accidentally passed by the scene where the Lestranges tortured the Longbottoms... Old Barty rarely did the right thing."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I just said that he might be hiding in the trash can at your house, ready to attack you," Moody said.
"Thank you," Regulus said dryly.
At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside the door. After Moody's magic eye turned around, he waved his wand and opened the door.
Arthur Weasley, who was soaked in the rain, stood outside the door, his sparse red hair sticking to his forehead, and was about to open the door.
"Good morning, Mad-Eye, Mr. Black... I'll get some documents." Arthur greeted the people in the room with a smile. He didn't seem to be bothered by his embarrassed image at all, nor was he surprised. This strange pair Why did the combination appear in his office.
"You don't look very good, my friend." Moody's magic eyes swung around, looking Arthur up and down.
Only then did Arthur feel a little uncomfortable. He crossed his hands and hung them in front of him, as if he was covering something. Water drops kept dripping from his body.
Regulus saw Arthur's embarrassment, took out his wand, pointed at him and said, "If you don't mind..."
There was a slight ripple in the air, as if a warm breeze was blowing through the office. Arthur's wet clothes were quickly dried, and even his hair became fluffy again.
"Wow!" Arthur praised, "You can use this spell better than Molly! I tried it once before and burned my pants. Since then, I have never dared to use it again..."
"When I came, it didn't seem to be raining outside." Regulus asked with a smile, "How did you end up like this?"
"I just came out of the Department of International Cooperation. There were some wizards from Arabia who transformed Muggle carpets into flying carpets, causing some accidents..." Arthur said, "But the weather in the Department of International Cooperation is not very good. Well, I guess Reggie Cattermole changed the weather spell... You don't know, but the weather in the Ministry of Magic is determined by the Magical Maintenance Department."
"Oh?" Regulus really didn't know that this department had such an additional responsibility.
"If they feel that their wages are too low, it will make the weather less beautiful." Arthur explained as he hurriedly started looking for things in the official basket. "Once it snowed for a month, and many people had to I change into a down jacket and a cotton hat when I'm not at work... But I don't have so many worries here. You see, there aren't even windows, so there's no need to waste people casting weather spells... I found it... Thank God..."
Arthur pulled out the two documents, and Regulus caught a glimpse of the title "Manchester Door Knob Biting Incident."
"Some people specialize in this kind of thing. Mundungus likes to sell door handles to Muggles that can bite... But since Willy Widdershin was caught, there have been a lot less incidents of sewage backing up in toilets... "Arthur explained with a wry smile, "I have to go to the Reversal of Contingency Team. I hope the weather there will be better."
"It's time for us to go," Moody said gruffly.
Several people left Arthur's office. Arthur ran all the way to catch the elevator first. Regulus walked slowly with Moody dragging his prosthetic leg, but his thoughts had already flown outside the Ministry of Magic.
He recalled the scene he saw in Rita Skeeter's memory.
Bella had not yet escaped from prison, but Gilderoy Lockhart had already been sent to St. Mungo's.
Together with Old Barty, who was possessed by Voldemort, was a man who dared not show his face in front of others.
As early as Halloween last year, he suspected that there was a Death Eater working for Voldemort.
He had suspected Lucius Malfoy, but after several contacts, Lucius's unscrupulous behavior did not seem like he had returned to the "master".
But if that person is Barty Jr., who is believed to be dead long ago, everything will fall into place.
Moody sent Regulus out of the Auror headquarters in a businesslike manner.
It was much more convenient when leaving the Ministry of Magic.
Instead of having to walk through the cumbersome guest entrance, you can just pass through the fireplace and go straight back to your home.
Ten minutes later, Regulus was sitting on the sofa, drinking hot cocoa prepared by Kreacher and holding Kingsley's documents in his hand.
The entire article is a report about a Muggle sighting of a flying motorcycle. There is only one line of thin fonts with circles within circles under one photo.
"On August 28, someone entered Bellatrix Lestrange's vault."
Regulus knew that the goblins of Gringotts usually didn't care whether the client was a wanted criminal. They only cared about whether you had the key to the vault.
Even a cat can open the vault as long as it carries the key.
But people who are thoughtful will notice this, such as the person who provided him with the documents.
So what is it that makes Bella go into the vault to check it out at the risk of being discovered?
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