This Hogwarts isn't normal.

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

Among these topics, Moody is the most interested in Vincent.

"That Christmas he was just a new school kid, and he didn't expect to grow up to a level that was enough to fight the Death Eaters in a few years."

Moody smiled rarely, but it would inexplicably give people a thrilling feeling when it came to cooperating with the countless scars on his face.

Dumbledore didn't feel scary, but seemed a little surprised, "Alasto, I'm almost forgetting that you are a laughing person."

Moody put away the smile on his face, "Albus, are you like those outside? Do you think I have some hell 'darling'?"

Dumbledore shook his head gently, "Of course I know what you are guarding against, I'm just surprised that you appreciate Vincent."

Moody's mouth rose slightly again, "This young man is very good, quite good."

Have the courage to face the Death Eaters and the ability to fight them off alone.

Not to mention their peers, even adult wizards have the ability to do this.

Dumbledore's eyes became weird when he looked at him with a terrifying smile.

"Alasto, you wouldn't want to accept him as an apprentice?"

Moody lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then shook his head firmly, "My style doesn't suit him, Nicole Lemay has taught him very well."

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

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

"Before I found out what happened that night, I always felt that the alchemist was just a few more unpredictable means than the wizard."

Flying boots are not like flying brooms and have to free up one hand to control them. The metal bat that can wrap magic and make it invalid is even more difficult to defend against.

There was also the continuous explosion in the end no one knew what was going on.

This large-scale saturation strike has no residue of the dark magic aura, and should be made of alchemy products.

The extremely fast flying boots are paired with an alchemy weapon that can continuously explode. No matter how powerful a wizard cannot fly, he will be unable to use this combination.

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

Dumbledore deeply felt the same, "This child's invention is always so imaginative, and every time I can refresh my cognition."

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

“Yes, and a lot.”

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

The wizards feared him, worshiped him, and eventually deified him.

Only those who are familiar with him know that he is actually no different from other wizards, but he is more flexible in his mind and has stronger mana.

"Alasto, are you interested in watching the game together at night?"

Dumbledore's sudden invitation didn't surprise Moody.

In order to regain the trust of the outside world, the Ministry of Magic will definitely invite the strongest wizards of the world to stand on the stage.

"Okay." Moody agreed without thinking, "By the way, I can see Tonks. It's almost half a year old, and she doesn't know how to visit me, the teacher."

Dumbledore glanced at the magic traps arranged in the room, "Alasto, actually... forget it, I'd better not say it."

Being cautious is always right, but being too cautious can easily develop into neuroticism, that is, physical and psychological pathological or abnormalities caused by strong mental anxiety.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts is so good that it will definitely be especially suitable for Moody's.

Shortly after Dumbledore left, Sclinger walked alone on the country trail outside.

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

Sclinger frowned and raised his wand to force the trap around him to remove the trap.

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

There is an old saying in the distant East, which is called "If you don't have to go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble."

Although Moody didn't know what the "Three Treasures Temple" was, he knew that Sclinger outside came to ask for his help, just like Dumbledore.

However, he did not get up this time, but instead sat in the chair with a calm face to observe Sclinger's every move.

The conventional magic traps arranged around the building are just appetizers, and the real crisis is actually lurking 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 wary of the carpet placed at the door. Then laying traps in front of the carpet can have a good effect.

As expected, Sclinger did not dare to step on the carpet. The moment the soles of his shoes came into contact with the ground, two long chains suddenly shot out from the eaves above his head.

His reaction was quick, and his hand used a spell to smash the chains into pieces.

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

"Armor protection!"

As the director of the Auror office, Sclinger certainly did the serious iron armor curse.

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

The legendary Auror inside must have known it because of such a big noise.

Even if I repeatedly confirm with my magic eyes, I should have shown up now.

Sclinger knocked on the door with a light hand.

Once, twice, three times...

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

Not at home?

Just as Sclinger was wondering if he was misunderstood by Moody, the door opened with a "click".

Half of the wand stretched out from inside and pointed tightly at his head.

OK, it turns out that it's been there all the time.

Sclinger had a gloomy face, "Alasto, what are you doing?"

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

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

Sclinger's face turned darker, "Alasto, have you been too nervous lately? If someone else came, he would have fallen into your trap."

Moody's eyes were calm, and the wand in his hand was still pointing at him, "Dumbledore had just left not long ago, and he left intact."

Sclinger was speechless.

This legendary Auror didn't give him much face before retirement, and he didn't expect that he would dare to tear down his own position after retirement.

After all, I invited others to help. The bigger the temper, the more I don’t mean the greater the ability.

His tone eased, "Alasto, don't you invite me in and sit?"

Moody's magic eyes swept through the traps that were destroyed by him, "No, just say something here."

"Okay." Sclinger took a deep breath and calmed himself down as much as possible.

"Alasto, I am today representing the Ministry of Magic to invite you as a special consultant to the Aurors office."

His tone was a little tough and unstoppable, "Your duty is mainly to track the Death Eaters, help us find clues as soon as possible, and then successfully arrest them."

Moody looked coldly, "Rufus, are you finished?"

"It's over."

He pointed out the wand in his hand, "Walk slowly and don't send it, Rufus."

The door was closed with a "bang".

Sclinjae was messy.

He stared blankly at the closed door.

Is this a rejection?

How could I refuse?

Why dare to refuse!

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