Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Hector knew the ability of Moody's fake eye very well. Not to mention tricks like the Disillusionment Charm, even Harry's invisibility cloak could not hide from his eyes. It was precisely because of this that Hector was extremely anxious about not being able to rescue Wendell before Moody arrived.

However, the mysterious man's note had already told him how to deal with the spying of Moody's fake eye - just do nothing, being ordinary is the best disguise, and with the help of the previous Felixir, the ward that Hector chose by intuition not only has the advantage of being secluded, but also surprised him that there happened to be an empty bed in the middle of the ward.

It was really a coincidence that something was wrong.

But now Hector had no room to be picky. If he wanted to avoid being discovered by Moody and fight this veteran Auror on the fifth floor in advance, perhaps the only way he could choose was to lie on the bed and pretend to be a patient.

Therefore, even though Hector had doubts about the strange coincidence in front of him, he still covered himself with the quilt very honestly and quickly, got into bed, and in order to make the play complete, Hector also transformed the clothes that were out of place in the environment into a standard hospital gown.

After doing all this, Hector stuffed his wand into his wide sleeves, carefully lay down facing the ceiling, closed his eyes, held his breath, prayed silently in his heart, and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside the ward.

Moody's steps were still so vigorous and resolute. His wooden feet and crutches fell on the ground regularly, as if knocking on the tip of Hector's heart, making a dull sound.

However, the footsteps behind him were more scattered, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, without any regularity. The footsteps were chaotic and complicated, as if there were many followers following one after another. This was very different from Hector's impression that only two trainee Aurors followed Moody upstairs.

Hector's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and soon relaxed.

It seemed that things were more complicated than he had imagined.

Hector had a strong desire to find out the truth, but his reason quickly extinguished the absurd flames in his heart. He still lay on his back motionless as before, and his breathing, which was very light before, was deliberately suppressed by Hector.

Moody's footsteps stopped at the door of the ward where Hector was, and stopped in front of the wall. His strong and deep breathing seemed to be as clear as next to Hector's ears. As for the noisy footsteps behind, they soon disappeared after Moody stopped.

Then, all the sounds seemed to be sucked away by something. Moody's breathing, the sound of the wind whistling through the corridor, and even the sound of the wooden leg and crutches that made Hector flustered all disappeared in an instant.

Only a few vague mechanical sounds entered his ears, which should be the sound of Moody's fake eye turning, Hector thought.

To be honest, Hector was very panicked. He also complained, doubted, and criticized the instructions on the note in his heart, but he was lying on the bed and could do nothing but endure and wait silently.

At the same time, standing outside the door of Hector's ward, Moody, who had just finished arguing with Rookwood and hurried over, suddenly stopped. He just stood quietly at the wall at the end of the corridor, that is, in front of the door of the secret ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Magic, doing nothing, saying nothing, just standing there quietly, and even the two Aurors behind him stood behind him motionless, not daring to breathe.

Although these young guys have always complained about the arrogant, stubborn, old-fashioned and rigid senior Auror in front of them, such complaints only exist in private, in the playful conversations between friends.

When performing tasks outside, these trainee Aurors are still very convinced of the famous Mad-Eye Moody, especially in a situation like this where they are alone.

Trainee Aurors just lack social experience, not lack of mind.

Lack of social experience can be practiced and learned, but lack of mind cannot be an Auror.

Moody's nose twitched twice, and the residual smell in the air made him frown slightly, as if something was burnt? This place shouldn't have such a smell. The artificial eye on his left eye kept spinning, and the telescope he had just calmed down actually made a faint shriek. All the signs told Moody that someone was watching them in the dark. Moody, who always kept vigilance as his motto, naturally discovered all this, which was why he stopped.

"Have you arranged for a garrison at the Department of Mysteries?"

Moody's hoarse voice broke the strange calm in the air. The two trainee Aurors were stunned at first. They looked at each other, and after a brief arrangement, one of them responded,

"Mr. Shacklebolt told us before he came up that the Department of Mysteries did have people stationed inside the room, but they were stationed there permanently. As for those outside, they left after completing today's mission," the trainee Auror carefully considered his words and gave a fairly fluent summary of the situation. After that, he added a sentence in a timely manner.

"Mr. Shacklebolt saw that you were angry, so he asked us to tell you"

""Okay, okay, I'm not that petty. You don't need to explain to me. If you have this mind, you should pay more attention to your spell skills."

Moody waved his hand in annoyance, interrupting the trainee Auror's explanation. However, the impatience on his face soon changed. A smile appeared on Moody's always cold and serious face. The smile was not very obvious, but the meaning of gloating was particularly clear.

After a pause, Moody continued,

"However, from this smell, it can be seen that the guys left behind by the Department of Mysteries must have encountered trouble, and it seems that it is not a small trouble."

"Should we help them?"

The trainee Auror who had spoken earlier was a little confused and not quite sure what Moody meant, but driven by his reluctance, he still asked tentatively.

"Of course I will help. Although I have a lot of opinions about the scum among the Unspoken, it is only against the scum of the Unspoken. The others can be regarded as colleagues in the magic world. Since they are in trouble, they will naturally help."

Moody responded very straightforwardly. The sincere expression on his face did not seem fake, and his hands were very agile. Neither the fake eye nor the mirror gave him a precise negative response. Although the surrounding environment has not been checked clearly, it is urgent to make decisions. Just like Hector did before, there is no more time for Moody to hesitate.

With a few heavy muffled sounds, heavy, The metal door engraved with alchemical runes slowly revealed a gap, and the scene in front of me became clearer, as did the strange smell of burning in the air.

Lying on the ground were two old but not dead bodies, with dishevelled hair, gray temples, haggard faces, and hunched bodies.

The robes with the symbol of mysterious things on them had long since become brittle, and the intertwined strips of cloth were scattered around the bodies in disorder, as if they would float into the air in the next moment and turn into dust and disappear completely.

Just like their bodies, the two silent people seemed to notice the visitors outside the house, and they struggled to get out of the room.

The two arms, which were as dry as autumn branches, stretched forward with great effort, as if begging for their help.

The mouth of the Silent Man opened and closed with great effort, as if he was shouting something or telling something, but their efforts were in vain. The magic of time devoured their voices, and then their aging bodies, until finally, even their few remaining, lingering souls were swallowed up by it.

Poor man, he disappeared in the waves of the long river of time without even a scream of anger or misery.

Moody remained calm. Witnessing all this, but the fact that he has not taken a step forward is enough to prove that even a veteran who has experienced many hardships will fall into an awkward situation of being at a loss in the face of the might of time, not to mention the two trainee Aurors behind him who are now pale and trying hard to hold back their stomachs.

The two silent men who stayed behind to watch over the situation aged without any signs. Their once strong bodies seemed to be on fire, emitting a strange smell while rapidly shrinking and curling up. In the end, all their belongings disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared.

Black hair turns white in just a matter of seconds.���, it only took a few moments for the dry bones to turn into dust.

The box that the two were carrying could not withstand the ravages of time, and it directly collapsed and turned into dust. A figure emerged from it and landed accurately on the bed in the center of the room.

The empty space where they struggled before has now been replaced by a clock and an hourglass that appeared out of thin air. There is no gap, as if nothing had happened.

It was strangely quiet, and also strangely quiet.

Moody closed the heavy door quickly and forcefully. He took two deep breaths, and when he realized something, he began to cough violently again.

"Go find the Ministry of Magic contact portrait, take the emergency route, I give you the authority, report to the Ministry of Magic, increase the urgency for the time traveler, mobilize manpower, the current situation is no longer something we can handle."

The two pale-faced trainee Aurors nodded, supported each other and left quickly.

Suddenly, all the Aurors' emergency bells made a harsh sound at the same time.

The two Aurors froze, and they turned around at a loss when they heard their companions calling them, looking at Moody, wanting to get direct instructions from their leader.

"Look at me, go and complete the tasks I have assigned to you. Leave the support to me!"

Moody's steps were vigorous, and he quickly surpassed the two young but staggering trainee Aurors. The two men in standard leather boots, who were carrying heavy objects and running awkwardly but quickly, followed behind Moody.

Before they disappeared completely in the corridor, Moody left the last instructions to the two trainee Aurors.

"After contacting the Ministry of Magic, the two of you will go to the elevator entrance and guard it. Don't go into that room!"

He didn't need to remind him. After Moody's figure disappeared, the two trainee Aurors who were originally staggering suddenly became very brisk. Soon, their figures also disappeared in the corridor on the fifth floor. Finally, it was my turn, Hector Dumbledore, to appear.

I didn't know what happened. The terrifying atmosphere created by Moody and others made Hector feel the whole thing. The main feature was that he was confused but inexplicably afraid. If it weren't for the earth-shattering noise downstairs that made the whole floor buzz, Hector really had to suspect that the cunning Moody had discovered some clues and put on a show here to tempt him to throw himself into Luo Where is the internet?

With such doubts, even though Moody's voice could no longer be heard, Hector continued to lie in bed for a long time before getting up.

He slightly opened the door of the ward, and a strange smell floated into the room through the gap and into Hector's nose.

What was that smell?

Hector took a few deep breaths and was very sorry to find that he didn't seem to have a nose as capable of identification as Moody's. He simply stopped paying attention to this and thought it came from somewhere else, the hospital? Some strange smells are normal, and there is no need to worry too much.

Ashes, no, it should be considered bone powder:? ? ?

The gap was not enough for Hector to stick his head out, and it was not enough. Insurance, so, ding ding ding ding,

Hector very skillfully took out the mirror that Hermione had placed with him from somewhere in the package. It was very practical and a must-have for daily travel.

Hector Doraemon Dumbledore then took out a wand from the Room of Requirement, and with Neville's magic tape, a peephole containing the dedication and wisdom of all Hogwarts students appeared.

The wall is still a wall, no problem, the corridor is no problem, and with the increasingly intense situation downstairs, Hector's last worry about going out and facing Moody was completely dispelled. He took off the mirror tied to the tip of the wand and carefully put it back into the package. Then he pushed the door open openly and even unscrupulously, and went back to the hallway. in the corridor.

The conflict caused the busy department to be silent all of a sudden, and the water was also muddied by Hector himself as he expected. Now, it was time for Hector to fish in troubled waters!

Three short, three long, three short,

Hector knocked on the wall in a regular pattern according to what was written on the note.

Out of caution, Hector did not use a magic wand, but Mr. Flamel's pen.

There was no reason not to open it now, right? Hector thought so.

Indeed, the note did not lie. The heavy door disguised as a wall opened with a sound.

Hector finally let go of his worries at this moment. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then he took another big sip without paying attention.

Bone meal:? ? Still coming? ? It's not over yet, right?

Unfortunately, it turned out that Hector relaxed too early.

""Disarm your weapon."

The voice sounded not far behind Hector, and his hand holding the wand loosened uncontrollably. The wand that was originally tightly clenched was blown into the sky by the spell, and then fell into the hands of the person behind Hector.

Hector was startled at first, and then reacted quickly. The other wand that he had taken out to make a peephole slipped into his hand from his sleeve. Just as he was about to fight back, a hard wand was already against the back of his neck.

"Don't play tricks, kid, I know everything."

Hector was confused. Since his trick was discovered, he could only throw his wand to the ground and put his empty hands behind him where people could see him.

"Slowly, turn around. Remember, slowly, don't put your hands in your arms. I'm watching you, little guy."

Hector, whose little movements were seen through by others, had no choice but to accept his fate and pessimistically accept the punishment of fate.

However, the voice from behind was a little strange, as if it was said with a pinched throat. Moreover, the excitement and tension that should have been filled in the words were not obvious. Instead, the relaxed and happy temperament was more obvious.

The meaning of arrest did not seem so obvious, and the meaning of mischief did not seem so obvious.���It was unusually thick.

Anyway, it couldn't be Moody's voice, nor could it be Kingsley's. Hector was sure of this.

This made Hector even more curious about who was behind him.

He turned around and saw a person who couldn't be more familiar, and a person Hector had never expected, standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

"How could it be you? How could it be you?"

Hector exclaimed.

(I'm stuck, the no-prize guessing game has started again)