This Hogwarts isn't normal.

It is difficult for people to grasp the wine and food at present.

Moody's self-control is still very strong, but he only lasted for 15 minutes.

It’s not because of Vincent and Sirius’s exaggerated acting skills, but because he is not actually repulsive in his heart, and even desires to contact others.

After being lonely for a long time, you will easily feel depressed and anxious, and eventually gradually close yourself and reduce your connection and interaction with the outside world.

Dumbledore's invitation to him to watch the game was an opportunity to get out of trouble, Sirius proposed to go to the open-air bar to reminisce about the past, and Vincent repeatedly clinked glasses to him was the last opportunity.

"Mr. Moody-No, Professor Moody, let's have another drink to celebrate your inauguration!"

Moody, who had forgotten how many glasses he had drunk, subconsciously raised his head and drank the whiskey in the glass.

Alcohol numbed his body, affected his judgment, and even said something that shouldn't have been said.

For example, during the day, Dumbledore and Sclinger looked for themselves one after another, and the two had completely opposite attitudes.

The relationships are different, and the attitudes are definitely different.

Sirius was very disappointed when he heard that the Ministry of Magic still refused to face Voldemort's return, and Vincent's reaction was very calm.

Without expectations, you will not be disappointed, and you will not be sad.

Moody shook his groggy head, "Rufus is still a good person. Although he is a little more utilitarian, he is already one of the few senior officials in the department who is willing to do practical things."

Sirius raised his wine glass high, "I hope they can recognize the reality as soon as possible."

Moody clinked his glass gently, "I believe they will."

Vincent smiled and said nothing.

After drinking a cup of whiskey, he raised his head and looked at the stars in the dark night sky.

It is too pessimistic and negative to habitually think about things to the disadvantages, so I will have a little hope this time.

The Ministry of Magic can't keep covering up, and Voldemort's problem will also be faced sooner or later.

The three of them drank very late in the open-air bar on the beach, and the waiters were a little suspicious of their lives.

That's authentic Scotch, not the ones that are mixed with water.

Each person drank at least two bottles, or one cup after another. This old, middle and young threesome are really a god.

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After dawn,

Moody opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the strange room he was in alert.

He remembered drinking a little too much last night, and in the end he seemed to be brought here by those two kids.

"Wine is really not a good thing..." He murmured out of the room and met another old acquaintance head-on.

Arthur was wearing a pink apron and holding a large plate of bread crumbs in his hand.

"Mr. Moody, are you awake?"

"Arthur, are you?"

"Prepare lunch, ladies are on strike today."

Moody nodded, "Do you need help?"

Arthur turned back toward the warehouse with the door open at the end of the corridor, "There are still some chicken inside that I haven't taken it, so it would be better if you can help."

All of them are here, please help me get it before leaving.

When Moody, who was leaning on a cane, came to the kitchen downstairs with a large box of chicken, he was directly frightened by the scene inside.

I don’t know who knocked over the bread crumbs that Arthur just brought, and they all fell on the ground.

Sirius was wearing a chef's suit and was concentrating on turning over the lamb chops in the pot. The few black pans built next to it should have failed.

Lupin was marinating the fish, and the sauce was splashed so hard that the whole apron was covered.

Vincent cut the beef into small pieces with a kitchen knife, and the white and clean boy next to him who made desserts also seemed very comfortable.

The remaining group of boys whom I didn't know seemed to be here to make trouble, especially the twins from the Weasley family, who were dirty all over.

Moody placed the box in front of Arthur at the preparation table and then came to Sirius.

"Don't turn over too often. If you are worried that the lamb chops are not cooked, you can keep pouring juice on it."

He took a new pan, put a small piece of butter in it, and then put the lamb chops after it melted.

Sirius looked surprised, "Mr. Moody, it turns out you know how to cook."

Moody replied while pouring juice on the lamb chops, "I'm not at ease with the food outside. I've lived alone for so long, so I have to find a way to support myself."

He glanced at the lamb chops in Sirius pot, "It should be almost cooked."

The maturity can be distinguished by the surface color alone. It seems that he is a hidden chef.

Moody soon finished a portion of lamb chops, and then he came to Lupin, who was still marinating the fish.

"Just apply it lightly. Exercise too hard will destroy the texture of the fish and make its taste worse."

He nodded to Vincent and Cedric afterwards, and then he came to the boys who were dealing with chicken.

Maybe it was because of the scar on his face that everyone recognized him, the legendary Auror.

The twins stopped making trouble under his "guidance", and Harry followed his steps to cook a red wine stewed chicken.

Neville fried two chicken chops and finally fryed one of them. Ron made a perfect chicken nuggets without being wrapped in breadcrumbs.

With Moody's help, the originally chaotic kitchen was running in an orderly manner.

At 12 noon, a large table of food with different flavors is ready.

The ladies who had a rare day of rest had been waiting for a long time, and they took a few casual bites without finding any major problems.

For a group of big men and little boys who never cook, being able to cook food above the passing line is far beyond expectations.

Of course, except for Vincent and Cedric.

The dining table atmosphere that was talking and laughing made Moody unconsciously relax, but he still had a stern face on the surface.

I originally planned to leave after eating, but I couldn't resist the children's curiosity about the new professor.

Moody glanced at Vincent, who was not guilty at all, and then talked about his past when he was Auror.

In that era without Voldemort, the black wizards were far more rampant than they are now.

"There was a group called 'Charrowing White Dove'. Their leaders brought their men to tease women almost every day. In order to catch them as soon as possible, we were forced to put on women's clothing, and we squatted for several days before we caught them all."

"There is also a black wizard organization that specializes in trafficking children. They train these children with magic potential into killing tools and then sell them to foreign countries. After half a year of investigation, we found that the organization was originally hidden underground in a Muggle orphanage. The gentle and beautiful young female dean is actually the leader of the organization."

It's really lucky that little Tom wasn't targeted by them.

In addition to these two black wizard organizations, of course, there were many people who burned, killed and plundered everywhere. Even some pure-blooded wizard families at that time would provide them with funds and intelligence to train them into their own black gloves.

However, with the efforts of Moody and countless Auror predecessors, there is no such large organization in the British magic world now.

The "Half Girls Bar" that fell over the alley two years ago was considered a fish that missed the net, and the rest were cleaned up when they were liquidating the Death Eaters more than ten years ago.

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