Chapter 302

"Mr. moody wants to see you, minister."

In the office of the Minister of magic, a skinny woman in a wizard's robe said cautiously, holding a stack of papers.

Cornelli fudge leaned back on the wide chair with an unhappy face and threw the document he was reading on the table. "What's he doing here, or for the world cup?"

"That's right."

The Secretary replied.

"Tell him I'm in a meeting. I'm busy. I don't have time to see him."

Fudge waved impatiently and picked up the papers on the desk.

"Well, I'll tell him now."

The Secretary nodded and went to the door.

"Wait a minute!"

Fudge stopped his secretary again.

"Why, minister."

Cornell Fudge's face softened slightly: "and. You tell him that school is about to start. Let him prepare for the course well. Don't run to me if you have nothing to do

"OK, I'll go right now..."

The secretary who opened the door let out a scream, and his papers fell to the floor.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a lame man standing in front of her. He was wearing an old black robe with two glass balls pinned to his waist. He lost a leg and replaced it with a prosthetic leg made of wood.

Under his thick dark gray hair, his face was scarred, a large piece of his nose was missing, and he looked very ferocious.

What's more terrible is his eyes. One of his eyes is small, black and bead like. It's normal. The other one is big, round, with a bright blue color. It's spinning wildly.

"Mu... Mr. moody, why, why did you come here?"

The female secretary squatted down in shock and hurriedly collected the scattered documents.

At this time, two young Ministry of magic officials came panting from behind. They grabbed the door frame of the Minister of magic, "he... He walked, he walked too fast, minister, right... I'm sorry."

Then the two young men took the old one legged man by the arm and said anxiously, "come on, Mr. moody. It's against the rules to break in like this. The minister is very busy."

The old man with one leg and one eye was unmoved. His blue magic eyes looked at Cornell fudge. The scene was a little chaotic for a moment.

"Enough!"

In this chaotic scene, Connelly fudge coughed angrily, "what are you doing here in a mess? You don't have a job, go out!"

"Er... Yes, minister."

Two employees of the Ministry of magic let go of their hands.

The Secretary also patted the flat chest, sidestepped from the serious one legged old man, and ran away from here.

"Crazy eye, what are you doing this time?"

After everyone left, Cornell fudge waved irritably, "how many times do I remind you not to run to my office! Thought you didn't retire? "

"Believe me, if it's not very important, I won't come to you for several days in a row."

Moody's wooden legs, limping to Connery's desk, the speed is not slower than normal people, even faster.

There was a twinkle of disgust in Cornell Fudge's eyes: "for the black mark of the Quidditch World Cup again? Listen, moody, I'm not sure whether it's the mysterious man who's back or a crazy believer who's lost his head. "

"Not for Voldemort this time."

The one legged one eyed man reached into his pocket, took out some photos from his pocket and threw them on the minister's desk.

"These are the photos that I investigated. They were taken by some Bulgarians by accident."

Cornell fudge frowned and picked up the picture on the table, looking as if he had picked up cat dung with his bare hands.

In the photo, you can see a few vague figures, standing in the crowd with a unique birdcage helmet, flashing green light.

Mad eye moody: "my eyes can see things that ordinary people can't see. In the chaos after the Quidditch World Cup, I saw the green light shining everywhere and the crowd disappearing quietly. I've been investigating these days.

There is evidence that on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, another group of people took advantage of the world cup to secretly act. A group of people who may be more dangerous than Voldemort. "

Cornell fudge rubbed his temple in a headache and threw the photo back. "Then, with a few inexplicable photos, what do you want me to believe?"

"It's not just photos."

The one eyed old man took out a plastic bag from his pocket and put it in front of Cornell fudge. Cornell fudge lowered his head and saw that there were several pieces of charred bones in the plastic bag, and there were some strange scratches on the pieces.

Mad eye moody: "this is the participation sample I brought back from the Quidditch World Cup. I detected a very terrible radioactive magic substance in it. This element does not belong to any known magic system. The last time it appeared was in Germany 50 years ago, so...""So what are you trying to say?"

Cornell fudge didn't even want to pick up the sample bag. He just wanted to get rid of the eccentric old man.

Mad eye Moody's: "I'm sure that after the end of the world cup that day, there was a lot of panic and even death on the scene."

"What delusion have you got?"

Cornell fudge yelled, "the injured people have been sent to San mungo. Now they are basically cured. They go back to their homes. Where did they die?"

"Someone's missing! Minister fudge

"I don't know if you've noticed that after the world cup, the sports department has laid off a lot of staff, and almost all the staff in charge of the game have been laid off," the one eyed old man said solemnly

"Shouldn't they cut it?"

Cornelli Fudge's pent up mood suddenly burst out: "in the world cup, there were so many people watching and so many people managing. As a result, just after the end of the game, in front of so many people, there was a black mark, which made people panic. If I were Barty, I'd cut those bulls too...

"that's not the point, Minister!"

Moody's interrupted him in a deep voice. "Just these days, I went door-to-door to the home of the officials of the Ministry of Magic who had been laid off by Bati crouch, but I found that none of them was at home, and all the people who had been laid off were missing!"

"I want you to take care of it. If it's really missing, why don't those family members report it? Do you think it's death to go out for a holiday in your eyes?"

Fudge laughed angrily: "it used to be Bertha georgins. This time, it's a group of guys whose names don't know. Do we have to go to your house every day to make a card so that we can continue to work?"

"Shouldn't we investigate?"

"Well, well, I'll say that you're all right, but then what? The world cup is over. Do you want me to check those people one by one? "

Cornell Fudge had a headache. "My God, do you know how many countries that is? Do you know how many people there are? Do you know how many affairs I have to deal with in this year's top three competition? Three schools, guests from all over the world, all kinds of magical creatures, damn it

"Minister, please believe me, there must be something behind this. Maybe there is one more terrible than Voldemort..."

"don't mention that name here!"

Fudge was furious.

"Maybe there is a guy who is more terrible than the mysterious man, who lurks and moves in the dark, but we don't even know his purpose!"

Moody's worried finish, Connery fudge is not moved.

Gradually, his face completely collapsed: "do you want to say that under my rule, there are not only dark demons, but also dark demons more terrible than... Mysterious people?"

"It's not impossible."

"It's not impossible..."

fudge leaned back, his chair grunted back into the vegetation of the French window, his hands crossed, squinting at the serious old man in front of him, "alasto moody, are you going to work in Hogwarts this year?"

"That's right."

"Yes," said Fudge, holding up his arms and looking like a theatre goer, "since there are so many evils in the world, you can deal with them with Dumbledore. Don't you like to be in charge of the order of the Phoenix? Go ahead and take care of it. Isn't that the meaning of your existence? "

"My lord fudge!"

Mad eye moody raised his voice, stepped forward, pressed the table, and said more.

"Enough!"

Cornell fudge couldn't contain his pent up anger any more. He slapped the table, stood up, looked up at Moody's chin and said, "you're retired. Don't feel like you're here! Some lines, I advise you not to blaspheme, it's better and better! "

After breathing heavily for a long time, Fudge took the water cup in front of him and took a drink to calm down.

"Alasto moody, there is a director of the Department of defense against the Dark Arts in the Ministry of Magic now. If you encounter something next time, you can contact Rufus scrimger. If he thinks it is true after examination, he will naturally report it to me."

After a few seconds of silence.

Alastair moody did not speak.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

"No more."

Cornell fudge waved like a fly. "Then do as I say. I don't want to see your face in this office again."

Alasto moody picked up the photos and samples on his desk, turned and limped out of the office. When he closed the door and left, Connelly fudge angrily threw the quill on the table, splashing a pool of ink.

"Damn it, old maniac."

...

...

"believe it or not, Mr. Bach, when I catch that old madman, I'll pull out his intestines, wrap them around his neck, three times, and strangle him!"On the other side, in a motel, a young man with withered hair said excitedly.

"I want to live."

The baldheaded boy stood in front of the window and said faintly, holding a telescope in his hand.

"OK, I'll catch him later. I'll use a hundred heart drilling charms on him. I'll listen to his scream and shoot the ugly face of the old monster! Do you believe it, Mr. Bach? "

"I want him to be mentally stable."

"Then I'll break his limbs, put his whole body in the toilet, only show his head, and live on liquid food every day! Do you believe it, Mr. Bach? "

"Shut up." Hoffa put down his telescope. "Believe it or not, I'll put you in the toilet."

Little Patty angrily shut up. He was lying on the windowsill of the hotel, looking at a dilapidated old single house opposite, and touching the dust on the windowsill with his fingers. His expression was both disgusting and happy.

Now, it's about 4 p.m., one night before Hogwarts, and two days ago, he and Barty found alasto Moody's house in the northwest suburb of London.

After they found it, they rented a hotel nearby and monitored the crazy eye's house. For some reason, although they found Moody's residence, the guy didn't come back and disappeared.

After waiting for another half an hour, little Barty looked across the street anxiously.

"Damn it, why didn't the old madman come back? Mr. Bach, are we in the wrong place? If you want me to say that the old man used to be Aurora, he would be arrested. The Ministry of magic must have given him a lot of benefits. It's reasonable that he should never live in such a shabby place. "

"It can't be wrong."

Hoffa said firmly.

"How can you be so sure? We can ask passers-by about our position." Little Barty muttered, "if I had been that old thing, I would have been hiding. How could I have been so easy to find."

How can you be so sure? Hoffa didn't answer and sneered to himself.

Because the old moody in the original book was killed by "little Patty" tonight. According to the nature of the play, even if you lie down anywhere, it may be Moody's house next to you.

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

In the distance of the street, slowly came an old man with one eye and one leg. He was clutching a crutch and carrying a paper bag. It seemed that he was walking very hard.

Little Barty, who had been staring out of the window, exclaimed:

"he's back. It's really you, Mr. Bach!"

"I see."

Hoffa was not surprised, even bored. Everything was as he expected.

Little Patty was lying in front of the window sill, looking at the one eyed one legged old man walking downstairs, with an unforgettable hatred on his face.

"Old man! Look, I won't tear you to pieces later! "

The old man with one eye and one leg noticed something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the second floor of the motel next to him. Blue eyes turned a few times and found nothing. He lowered his head and walked into the dilapidated hut in front of him in the setting sun.

After he entered the house, Hoffa released the hand that held little Barty's shoulder, and the two slowly stepped back from the state of ghost walking.

Little Barty said: "Damn, the nose is the same as it used to be. It's not smart."

"So you have to do it yourself?" Hoffa asked.

In the past few days, since little Barty crouch knew that they were looking for moody, he had been talking for dozens of hours. Almost all the time, he had fantasized about killing mad eye moody in various cruel ways, beheading, dismembering, burning, or drilling to death.

If speech can kill people, mad eye moody has died more than 600 times.

"Of course I'll do it myself. "

little Barty clenched his fists to death." thirteen years ago, he caught me in Azkaban. This time, I want him to return it with interest! "

Hoffa frowned suspiciously: "are you sure you can?"

"Don't worry, it's just a retired old Auror."

Little Barty took out the new wand he had just bought from Diagon Alley in the past two days from his pocket and said, "Mr. Bach, you believe me, I can fight a hundred of such people!"

Hoffa looked at the time. The sun was about to set.

"It's up to you. Pay attention, I want to live and be mentally normal. Don't...

before I finish speaking, little Barty's phantom disappears beside Hoffa.

Hoffa squinted at the room in the distance and raised his telescope. In the round lens, little Barty appeared in front of alasto Moody's house and broke into the house with a magic wand.

Then, bursts of explosions came from the dilapidated house. The glass on the window was yellow, blue and red. Finally, it was smashed by the blast. A Muggle walking a dog was splashed with broken glass and ran away with a scream.

About 20 seconds later.

The room quieted down."Damn it

Hoffa put down his telescope, left the motel in a hurry and came to old Moody's house.

About ten seconds later.

Little Barty crouch came out of the house with a scarred old man and stood in silence at the door.

Old Moody's jaw was broken and his wooden leg was gone. He watched Hoffa's jaw shake a few times without making a sound.

"Would you like to come and take him away?"

Asked little Barty, looking at Hoffa with a smile.

Hoffa did not speak and walked towards them.

Suddenly, little Barty pulled out her wand.

An electric light burst out of the wand, straight to Hoffa's forehead.