Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

There was a heated discussion about this 'death' assignment in the school, and outside the school, the entire British magical community was in motion.

According to a report by the Daily Prophet: 'The top Auror and director of the Auror Office who discovered the secrets of the Crouch family went to the home of his former boss and invited the legendary Auror 'Mad Eye Moody' to help arrest him. Sirius and Barty Crouch Jr. '

Of course, that's what was reported, but essentially it was just to show that Scrimgeour was in charge.

Well. That's it.

Moody's appearance was partly an invitation from Dumbledore.

At the same time, there is also some acceptance of responsibility for twelve years ago. When Barty Jr. actually escaped from prison, he was on duty in the Auror Office.

As for being in the dark, Mu En could only inform Bojin Bock.

As for how effective it is? All I can say is that Borgin is essentially a businessman, not a power holder in the magical underworld.

A week is neither short nor long.

But it was enough to change something.

Knock over the alley, noon.

There were not many pedestrians coming and going in Diagon Alley. After all, it was a weekend, and many people had a rare rest time. When they have time, many people are willing to come here for a stroll, buy some snacks and drinks, or have a drink in the pub.

Then, without any warning, a sharp and loud sound appeared like thunder on the ground. This sound was different from other sounds in Diagon Alley. It was like a shrill scream, but as long as you taste it carefully, you can find that it is a scream. is a mantra.

"The bones reappear——"

Then, under the scorching sun, under the rising sun, a huge green shiny thing suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley. It suddenly jumped onto the roof and flew into the air.

"That's it!!" The older wizard looked flustered and recalled some bad things.

"What is this?!" Some young wizards asked nervously, looking up and staring at the thing that had just appeared, not noticing the retreating or even running away figures of the old wizards around them.

The huge green shiny thing soon became taller than Gringotts, the tallest building in Diagon Alley. It was clearly visible throughout Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. It turned into a huge skeleton made of countless green stars. It is composed of similar things and is extremely dazzling, even incompatible with the surrounding sunlight.

A large python emerges from the skull's mouth like a tongue. As their crowd watched, the skeleton rose higher and higher, glowing dazzlingly in a cloud of green smoke.

"The Dark Mark!!"

"Quickly, inform the Aurors! Quickly!!"

The entire Diagon Alley erupted into bursts of screams, like a terrifying neon sign. People looked at the entrance of the alley, hoping to find who it was, but found nothing.

"Sirius, or Barty Jr.!!"

"Run away!"

Soon, the Aurors were dispatched, and Scrimgeour and Moody rushed to the scene together. Moody was an old man with some gray hair, but very hale and hearty. He used a large, knotted wooden staff as his crutch, because His wooden prosthetic leg was really hard to use.

Moody could have used a magical, better prosthetic leg, like Kelbourne, but he refused. Those are legs. If they are equipped with magic, they will give the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of them.

His magic eye moves left and right, but it is never the magic eye that he relies on to investigate cases and catch people. The see-through magic eye is just a means for him to obtain clues.

His native right eye is extremely sharp, and that is where his true ability lies.

"The Dark Mark!!" He said angrily, looking around tightly, even those Aurors who rushed to the scene of the incident with him were no exception.

He doesn't trust anyone.

Under his gaze, some Aurors felt a little stressed and turned their heads to the side.

Seeing this, Moody was very unhappy and ordered them to arrange the surroundings, and then began to work together to use a large-scale detection spell.

Meanwhile, in the Ministry of Magic.

At noon, the lunch break plus the weekend, as well as the Aurors who went out after the urgent message just sent, made the largest office in the British wizarding world a little deserted.

"Eric?! Are you recovered?" Arthur had just eaten the sandwich he brought from home and came down to eat.

Eric turned his head, faced Arthur and nodded: "Okay, it's almost time to come and see the ministry. It's been a while since I haven't been here, and I haven't had any work during this period. It's really itching."

As he spoke, he licked his lips unconsciously.

"It seems that the illness you suffered some time ago has not changed your workaholic nature." Arthur smiled: "Then I won't disturb you."

"I'll go over first." Eric nodded.

Then, under Arthur's gaze, Eric came to the elevator with ease and familiarity.

The elevator door opened, Eric walked in, pressed the button, and then smiled at Arthur.

The door slowly closed.

Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries.

Eric walked into it, but did not stop here. Instead, he turned towards the stairs next to him and reached the tenth floor.

He licked the corners of his mouth excitedly, his body trembled slightly, and the wand in his hand kept spinning.

"My good father, my dear daddy"

As he said that, he rubbed his hands in anticipation.

"Where are you? Let me see."

He looked around carefully. In the cells around him, there would be people who had not yet been tried. He was very familiar with this. The Ministry of Magic would not change the rules easily. He was here now exactly as he was twelve years ago. Nothing much has changed.

But if...if the master succeeded, everything should have changed long ago! !

Thinking unhappily, he quickly found a familiar figure of his through a cell door.

He was still wearing the clothes he wore that day, but they were dirty and greasy, and his hair was messy. He was curled up on the hammock bed in the cell, looking extremely miserable.

dong dong.

He looked at the anti-lock spell below, and then took two steps back.

"Easy to break—"

boom--

The door was kicked open.

Old Batty stood up on the iron bed and looked at the visitor.

"Eric? You!!"

Then, when he saw the old acquaintance in front of him, he twitched and instinctively licked the corners of his mouth.

"Barty!!" Old Barty stood up, backed up and leaned against the wall.

"What are you going to do?"

"What to do?" He slowly approached: "Don't you know? Of course I'm here to take you out, my father."

"Yes to me."

"Let's go." Little Barty stretched out his hand, and in his hand, an invisibility cloak was looming.

Old Batty looked struggling, then slowly moved forward and stretched out his hand.

"Torn apart——"

A magic spell suddenly appeared on Old Batty's hand. The next moment, a shrill scream sounded. Looking again, the hand that Old Batty stretched out was already dripping with blood.