Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 273 I don’t even know how I can lose! (18 per day today, make up for the leave request for the th)

Listening to Professor Dumbledore's words, Professor Moody's eyes were full of doubt:

"Albus, my old man, are you sure there's nothing wrong with your mind?"

"Did you eat too much honey and your brain was covered in honey?"

As he spoke, he sneered and tapped his temple.

"Dogs can't change their habit of eating shit! Once they eat shit once, those bastards like Death Eaters will never forget the taste of shit!"

"Maybe Snape is just faking it well! Don't forget, the evidence you saw can also be faked!"

Professor Dumbledore's face remained calm:

"Alastor, I think you can understand that some things can never be faked, such as the most true human emotions."

"Friendship, and... love!"

"Ha!" Moody sneered again,

"I don't deny your theory, and I also believe that love and friendship have always been one of the most powerful magics."

"After all, you need to be full of true feelings when using the spell, so that the spell can be as powerful as possible."

"But I still want to mention that whether love and friendship are strong or not has nothing to do with whether they are real! The love and friendship you see can also be faked!"

"Look at my eyes, look at my legs, and look at the scars all over my body!"

As he spoke, Professor Moody stood up and knocked on his wooden leg.

"Remember how this leg didn't come out? It was the work of Scola Wilkes!"

"He is Snape's classmate and good friend, and he is also a genius known as the rising star among Aurors!"

"What did he tell me when he first entered the Ministry of Magic? He swore to everyone that he would stick to the glory of pure blood and would not fall into the darkness caused by Voldemort and black magic like others! "

"What's the result? I think you won't forget it!"

"Had he not placed a not-so-accurate explosive spell on my back when Rabastan Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange were captured, I would not have lost this leg and Let those two Death Eaters escape!"

"If this hadn't happened, the poor Frank and Alice wouldn't have been caught by those scum after Voldemort fell, and tortured to the point of madness by the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Wilkes seemed to be full of friendship with all Aurors at the beginning! The friendship pretended to be real!"

"This hypocritical traitor! He deserves to be shot before Voldemort falls!"

Professor Moody roared, and spittle particles flew around the office, some even crashing into the portrait hanging on the wall.

The old principals were all running around in disgust, trying to get as far away from Moody as possible.

But Professor Dumbledore had a serious look on his face and sat upright behind his desk, not even reaching out to wipe his face.

Professor Moody was still venting his emotions.

"...and Travers, who assisted in the murder of the McKinnon family and fabricated evidence from within the Law Enforcement Division; August Rookwood, a member of the Department of Mysteries who leaked information..."

"Do you still need me to list these cases of traitors who fake love and friendship to you one by one?"

Professor Moody roared with all his strength, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Have you forgotten all this? Albus!!!"

Professor Dumbledore sighed silently, wiped his face helplessly with a handkerchief, and took a big sip of honey and milk to calm down his shock.

He did not try to erase the deep scars on his old friend's spirit and soul, but changed the subject:

"Alastor, the magic world is not peaceful right now."

"Peter Pettigrew's whereabouts are unknown after escaping from Azkaban. At the same time, I have sufficient evidence to prove that Voldemort's power is getting stronger."

"This makes it difficult for me not to think that when desperate, Peter Pettigrew will most likely return to Voldemort to help him regain his strength."

"If I'm not wrong, Voldemort will be back soon."

"So I'd like you to adjust your teaching plan a little bit."

"In the last semester, Remus has taught students to deal with most of the common and dangerous magical creatures in life."

"And I hope you can teach students some heavy knowledge this semester, such as... let them know about dark magic."

"If necessary, you can even teach them some black magic that has little impact on their character, such as the crushing spell."

Professor Moody's mood had returned to calm and he nodded vigorously:

"I will, Albus, it's part of my teaching plan."

"I'm even planning to let all students in grade three and above experience the Unforgivable Curse in the first class of the semester!"

The cup that Professor Dumbledore had brought to his mouth stopped momentarily.

There seemed to be an image flashing before his eyes, smiling at himself.

After a while, he nodded slightly:

"That's up to you, Alastor. I believe you understand the priorities of things, so I won't interfere too much with your teaching plan."

"As long as you feel it's necessary."

"Of course, I will definitely control it. In addition, I am also prepared to do you a small favor for free."

Professor Moody suddenly added in a hoarse voice,

"I will help you monitor Snape and Karkaroff in the school for free. You don't need to thank me, Albus."

After he finished speaking, he stood up quickly without using crutches and walked out of the principal's office in stride.

But the moment he opened the office door, he turned back into the frail old man with scars all over his body. He seemed unable to walk without crutches.

The door to the principal's office slowly closed, and darkness swallowed Professor Moody's figure and blocked Professor Dumbledore's sight.

Professor Dumbledore inside the door sat high in the light, while Professor Moody outside the door melted into the shadows.

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Harry returned to the dormitory all the way and got the password to the Gryffindor common room from Nick whom she met on the way.

Normally the lights in the common room at this time would have been turned off, and everyone would go back to bed to have a good sleep after enjoying the feast.

But today, the common room was brightly lit.

Many people flipped through the History of Magic textbooks they took out from the bottom of the box, looking for information about the Triwizard Tournament page by page, trying to find clues between the lines.

Harley did not disturb them and quickly slipped back to the dormitory in the invisible state.

Lavender and Parvati didn't know where they had gone, and they were most likely discussing the Triwizard Tournament in other dormitories.

Hermione had already helped Harry arrange everything on the bed and swept away the dust.

Now she was wearing pajamas, lying on Harley's quilt, reading a thick magic book.

After noticing Harry's return, Hermione sat up suddenly:

"Harry, you're back! What were you talking to Professor Dumbledore about? Is it some secret news about the Six Wizards Tournament?"

"Barely." Harry casually hung the robe on the wall and quickly dug out various items from the box.

"Stop looking for it." Hermione said with a smile after watching Harry work in vain for a long time.

"I have put your toiletries for you in advance. Changes of clothes are also on the bedside, and they have been cleaned with magic."

"Then you didn't tell me earlier! It made me search there for a long time!"

Harry pretended to be a little angry and slapped Hermione's butt gently.

"Damn witch, how dare you...I will fight you!"

Hermione jumped up from the bed, baring her teeth and claws, and wanted to come up to Harry for a bloody fight.

However, Harley quickly dodged and rushed to the bathroom with various supplies.

When Harley came back, before she even entered the room, a thin quilt was placed directly over her head.

Immediately afterwards, the place where she had previously attacked Hermione was counter-attacked.

After fussing for a while, Harley wrapped her wet hair in a towel again and sat on the edge of the bed.

And Hermione was holding Harry's quilt, listening to Harry talk about the general content of the chat with Professor Dumbledore.

"So, you have decided to participate in the Six Wizards Tournament?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"I wonder how desperate people in other schools must be!"

"It's okay, but the skills are inferior to others. Who can they blame?"

Harry fixed the towel in place and lay back suddenly, enjoying the so-called knee pillow from the Japanese comic book Dudley had bought.

"No one in Hogwarts can compete with me, and no one outside Hogwarts can compete with me. My main thing is confidence!"

"Tsk." Hermione smacked her lips sympathetically, "Well, good night, future Hogwarts Warrior."

"Go back to your bed! This is my quilt!"

"You're welcome, I don't mind. By the way, I'm nine months older than you, so you should call me sister."

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At night, Hermione, who stayed on Harry's bed forcibly, fell asleep, but Harry was still awake.

She had her eyes closed, but she wore sealed object glasses on her face, and her brain was working crazily.

Voldemort is a master of magic and has extremely high attainments in memory.

So even though he is so weak now, in order not to alert others, Harley still does not monitor Peter Pettigrew's memory frequently.

But according to his own observations, Peter Pettigrew has never been separated from Voldemort since before the British Quidditch World Cup finals.

So it wasn't until tonight that Harley took the opportunity to take a quick look at Peter Pettigrew's memories.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this life is so rich." Harry couldn't help but marveled while browsing.

"Poor Peter Pettigrew, he has fallen out of favor again!"

During the riot on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final, Peter Pettigrew held his master who had turned into a baby in one hand, held his wand high in the other hand, and released the Dark Mark.

That scene...anyway, Peter Pettigrew himself felt more ashamed than ever before.

The reason why they released the Dark Mark was, on the one hand, to warn and intimidate Lucius and this group of losers, and first to give them a small, psychological punishment to ensure that these traitors could not sleep well at night;

On the other hand, it was also to find something to do for the employees of the Ministry of Magic, especially Barty Crouch Sr., so that Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew could take the opportunity to invade the Crouch family's tent.

In order to prevent any accidents from happening, Barty Sr. could have his son suddenly escape the control of the Imperius Curse and run away on his own initiative, or if someone like Bertha discovered Barty Jr.

So he set a lot of spells on his tent, which can be said to make the tent impregnable.

But in front of a master like Voldemort, these defenses are still not enough.

It only took Voldemort less than a minute to easily find a loophole in the tent and sneak in silently.

Winky, the house elf of the Crouch family, was controlled immediately and failed to give an early warning like Barty Crouch Sr.

Barty Crouch Jr. was about to break free, but with the help of his master, he sped up a step further.

Voldemort naturally admired his loyal servant who worked hard to find his traces even after he lost power.

In particular, his magical attainments are very strong and his brain is very good.

This kind of loyal talent...is no better than a useless person like Peter Pettigrew!

Peter Pettigrew's fall from grace became a matter of course.

After little Barty returned, he became Voldemort's special stroller, responsible for taking care of Voldemort's three meals a day, and by the way, he also had to prepare food for a big snake raised by Voldemort.

Under the arrangement of Barty Jr., Peter Pettigrew and Barty Jr. plotted against Old Barty, who returned to the tent full of fatigue, and directly controlled him with the Imperius Curse.

Voldemort dug out more information from him, such as the newly upgraded Six Wizards Tournament, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, the retired old Auror Moody.

Voldemort originally planned to let Barty Jr. sneak attack Moody, and use polyjuice potion to replace his identity and infiltrate Hogwarts as an inside agent, waiting for an opportunity to replace an item in the final stage of the Six Wizards Tournament with a portkey.

During the finals, as long as Barty Jr. patrols as Professor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts, he will have a chance to catch Harley and force her to touch the portkey.

This will create a situation where Dumbledore is entangled in the award ceremony and unable to escape, while he successfully recovers his body.

However, this plan was blocked by Barty Jr.'s words.

After digging through all the newspapers about Harley in recent years, Barty Jr. believed that as a potion master, Harley was likely to have loopholes when he used Polyjuice Potion in front of her.

After all, the noses of potion masters are still very sensitive to the unique smell of potions, and the taste of polyjuice is full of signatures.

And according to the information revealed by Peter Pettigrew, Harley still holds the Marauder's Map in her hand.

He has the ability to use the magic ritual mentioned by Peter Pettigrew to erase his traces, but he cannot change his name to Moody.

So Barty Jr. finally decided to pretend to be his father. After all, the two of them had the same name, so there would be no problem with the activity map.

As for appearance, Barty Jr. is almost a replica of Barty Sr. when he was young.

Having been with his father for so many years, little Barty is also very familiar with his father's words, deeds, and way of thinking.

So through some advanced transformation techniques, he can also disguise himself as his father.

Coupled with the information dug out from his father's mind, he was completely confident that the disguise would be successful without any flaws being revealed.

As for more plans, the three of them have not yet made a decision. After all, Old Barty has not yet learned the specific details of the Six Wizards Tournament from the Ministry of Magic.

Anyway, there is only one core idea of ​​the whole conspiracy - to use the opportunity of the Six Wizard Tournament to render Harley powerless and bring her to Voldemort to resurrect her.

To be honest, when Harley saw this plan, she went through her most painful memories in her mind before she stopped laughing.

All I can say is...they really dare to think!

Harry pulled his consciousness away from the memory of Peter Pettigrew, and the body lying on the bed evoked a sarcastic smile.

It was as if his eyes had been opened, and he understood everything clearly.

Harley didn't even know how she could lose!

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The next morning, the storm that had been blowing all night finally stopped.

However, the scene on the ceiling of the auditorium did not change much, it just changed from lightning and thunder to dark clouds.

Professor McGonagall quickly handed out the course schedule and turned to arrange course selection for the sixth grade students.

Harry looked at his new class schedule and felt sincerely that it was a good thing that it stopped raining this morning after a heavy rain all night.

After all, the Gryffindors have a whole morning of outdoor lessons, which they have to go through in the rain...wait a minute, maybe they don't have to do it!

Damn it, Heavy Rain, why did you stop?

Hermione's class schedule looks much cleaner than last year. At least after giving up Divination and Muggle Studies, this class schedule looks like a normal person's class schedule.

However, Hermione's time turner has been returned to Professor McGonagall and can no longer be held.

At the end of last term, before Hermione returned the Time-Turner to Professor McGonagall, Harry still gained some benefit from it.

For example, he used his own snake hair to forcibly create two spells in the time domain.

Although the material that carries the extraordinary ability and the ability that needs to be carried do not belong to the same field, the effect is not that good.

But in a battle at the demigod level, this kind of spell can also be used.

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The first period in the morning is herbal medicine class, and Professor Sprout's class is so... that I really love and hate it.

She prepared baba tubers for the little wizards as a welcome gift back to the new semester.

To be honest, this plant looks less like a plant and more like a giant slug.

They were all black, with inexplicable mucus on their faces. They popped up straight out of the soil, each one squirming slightly, and there were many large shiny bulges on their bodies, with faint liquid flowing inside.

The fourth-grade students were tasked with squeezing the pus from the baba tubers and collecting it.

At first, the little wizards desperately wanted to stay away from this thing. After all, the appearance of the babbo tuber was not photogenic.

But when Professor Sprout told everyone that this kind of pus is of high value, it can be used to prepare drugs for treating stubborn acne.

All the concentrated water harvested from the first batch of fourth grade students will be provided to the school clinic to help them treat acne on their faces.

Almost everyone started pushing forward again.

I told you it would have such a good effect! Who would think that their skin is not good enough?

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(Thanks to "Nine-tailed Yanhu" and "Shepherd Boy and Sugar" for their rewards!)

(ps. Regarding the specific scope of black magic, according to information from unknown sources, spells such as explosion curses, crushing curses, and cutting curses were all classified as black magic by Rowling in an interview. And the author bought The official Harry Potter encyclopedia directly classifies the Explosive Curse as a curse, so...who said Hogwarts doesn't teach dark magic!)

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