This Hogwarts is not normal

Dumbledore and Moody talked a lot, both about the attack and about the Ministry of Magic.

Of these topics, Moody was most interested in Vincent.

"He was just a kid who had just started school that Christmas. I never expected that he would grow up to be able to fight against the Death Eaters in just a few years."

Moody smiled rarely, but the countless scars on his face gave people an inexplicable sense of horror.

Dumbledore didn't find it scary, but seemed a little surprised. "Alastor, I almost forgot that you can laugh."

Moody put away the smile on his face, "Albus, are you like those people out there? They all think I have some kind of damn 'delusional disorder'?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "Of course I know what you are guarding against. I am just surprised that you appreciate Vincent."

Moody's mouth curled up again. "This young man is very good. Quite good."

The courage to face the Death Eaters and the ability to fight them off on his own.

Not to mention people of the same age, even adult wizards rarely have this ability.

Dumbledore's eyes turned strange as he looked at his terrifying smile.

"Alastor, you don't want to take him as your apprentice, do you?"

Moody lowered his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head firmly, "My style is not suitable for him. Nicolas Flamel has taught him well."

Dumbledore glanced at the old wand he had placed on the table. "Yes, my old friend really taught him very well. We don't need to worry about him at all."

Moody didn't know that the old friend he was talking about was actually someone else.

"Before I found out what happened that night, I always thought that alchemists just had more tricks than wizards to defend themselves against."

Flying boots don't require one hand to control like a broomstick, and metal bats that can wrap around magic and render it ineffective are even more difficult to defend against.

And then there were these series of explosions at the end that no one knew what was going on.

This large-scale saturation attack did not have any trace of black magic left, it should have been created by the product of alchemy.

Extremely fast flying boots paired with alchemical weapons that can explode continuously. Even the most powerful wizard who can't fly will be helpless against this combination.

Moody couldn't help but sigh: "If these things had appeared ten years earlier, those lingering Death Eaters would all have gone to hell."

Dumbledore deeply agrees, "This child's inventions are always so imaginative, and they always refresh my cognition."

This time it was Moody's turn to be surprised. "Albus, is there anything in this world that you don't understand?"

"Yes, and there are many."

In everyone's impression, Dumbledore is omniscient and omnipotent.

Wizards feared him, worshipped him, and finally deified him.

Only those who are familiar with him know that he is actually no different from other wizards, except that he is more intelligent and has more powerful magic.

"Alastor, are you interested in watching the game together tonight?"

Dumbledore's sudden invitation did not surprise Moody.

In order to regain the trust of the outside world, the Ministry of Magic will definitely invite the most powerful wizard in the world to take its stand.

"Okay." Moody agreed without thinking, "By the way, I can meet Tonks. It's been almost half a year and she didn't even come to visit her teacher."

Dumbledore glanced at the densely packed magic traps in the room, "Alastor, actually... never mind, I'd better not tell you."

It is always right to be cautious, but being too cautious can easily develop into neurosis, that is, physical and psychological illness or abnormality caused by intense mental anxiety.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts is so good that it will definitely suit Moody perfectly.

Shortly after Dumbledore left, Scrimgeour was walking alone on a country path outside.

After casting a specific magic at a specific location, a three-story building made of red bricks appeared.

Scrimgeour frowned and raised his wand to forcibly disarm the traps around him.

Moody in the house kept staring at him with his magic eyes.

There is an old saying in the far east, which goes, "No one goes to the temple without a request."

Although Moody didn't know what the "Three Treasures Hall" was, he knew very well that Scrimgeour outside, like Dumbledore, came to him for help.

However, this time he did not stand up immediately. Instead, he sat in the chair with a sullen face and observed Scrimgeour's every move.

The conventional magic traps arranged around the small building are just appetizers; the real crisis actually lurks in front of the carpet at the door.

According to normal people's thinking, after discovering that there are a lot of traps around, they will definitely be on guard against the carpet placed at the door, so placing a trap in front of the carpet can have a very good effect.

As expected, Scrimgeour did not dare to step on the carpet. The moment his soles touched the ground, two long chains suddenly shot out from the eaves above his head.

He reacted quickly, raised his hand and used magic to smash the chain into pieces.

But in the next second, the carpet placed at the door stood up strangely, revealing steel needles densely coated with venom.

"Armor protection!"

As the Head of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour certainly knows how to perform the Shield Charm properly.

All the steel nails were blocked, and his face turned ugly.

The noise caused by forcibly removing the trap was so loud that the legendary Auror inside must have known about it.

Even if I had to use the Demonic Eye to check it again and again, it should have shown up by now.

Scrimgeour raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

Once, twice, three times...

After knocking seven times, Moody didn't open the door.

Aren't you at home?

Just as Scrimgeour was wondering if he had misunderstood Moody, the door opened with a click.

Half of a wand stretched out from inside, pointing at his head.

Well, it turns out it has always been there.

Scrimgeour scowled, "Alastor, what are you doing?"

The door slowly opened from the inside, revealing half of Moody's body.

"Rufus, you just ruined my carefully prepared trap."

Scrimgeour's face darkened. "Alastor, have you been too nervous lately? If it was someone else, he would have fallen into your trap long ago."

Moody's eyes were calm, and the wand in his hand was still pointed at him. "Dumbledore left not long ago. He left in one piece."

Scrimgeour was completely speechless.

This legendary Auror didn't give me much face before he retired, but I didn't expect that he would dare to undermine me after retirement.

After all, you are inviting people to help. Doesn't the worse their temper just mean they have greater abilities?

His tone softened, "Alastor, won't you invite me in and sit down?"

Moody's magic eyes swept over the traps he had destroyed. "No, let's talk here."

"Okay." Scrimgeour took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as much as possible.

"Alastor, I am here today on behalf of the Ministry of Magic to invite you to serve as a special advisor to the Auror Office."

His tone was a little tough and unyielding. "Your main responsibility is to track down the Death Eaters and help us find clues as quickly as possible, and then successfully arrest them."

Moody said indifferently, "Rufus, are you done?"

"That's it."

He pointed his wand outward, "Goodbye, Rufus."

The door was closed with a bang.

Scrimgeour was dishevelled.

He stared blankly at the closed door.

Is this rejection?

How could you refuse?

Why dare you refuse!

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