Chapter 304

On September 1, torrential rain poured down from the sky like a torrent.

King's Cross station. Nine and three quarters of the platform.

An old man pushed a cart slowly forward. He had one eye, one leg, gray hair, walking slowly with a crutch.

By his side, there are countless crowded adult and young witches. In his cart cage, a blue and white golden eyed owl stood.

The owl stood motionless in the cage, in sharp contrast to the noisy pets around it.

"This leg... This eye, damn it!"

The old man with one eye and one leg swore in a low voice as he walked: "how can I walk? I don't know how the old man can walk so fast!"

The owl in the cage gave the old man a cold glance, and the old man immediately closed his mouth, with a look of self-confidence.

There is no doubt that owl is Hoffa. Even if Voldemort asked him to pretend to be moody, he still poured the compound decoction into little Barty's mouth.

He is not stupid. If nothing can be changed, he might as well push the boat with the current and move forward according to the original plan. Let little Barty send Harry Potter back, so that when it's over, then change little Barty's memory, so that even Dumbledore won't find his own existence.

However, he can't let little Barty, who is not in the right spirit, do whatever he likes. He can just become an owl and stay with him to prevent him from doing anything out of the ordinary.

Fortunately, since he defeated Moody's, this guy has been trying to please himself in different ways. He has been serving tea and water for himself almost all the time. He takes meeting his needs as the first priority. He says one thing, and little Barty can hardly say two things.

"Professor moody!"

Suddenly, moody and Hoffa, who are getting on the train, hear someone calling in the distance.

Looking around, the man was a tall and handsome boy. He was wearing a yellow and black robe. Hoffa could not help but think of Tom Riddell who was still in Hogwarts. And the smile made him think of Ryan who was a female vampire many years ago.

It happened that there was a beautiful girl with an Asian face standing beside him. She was holding an umbrella in the rain, with black hair, blue black robe and light eye makeup. Many of the boys around her couldn't help casting eager eyes at her.

Hoffa the owl stared at the girl for a long time before he realized her identity. Qiu Zhang.

She's much better than the one in the movie. In the past, Hoffa was still curious about how an Asian girl who couldn't even attract Asians attracted Hogwarts's top braves for two consecutive terms. Now it seems that European directors don't understand Asian aesthetics.

Qiu Zhang seems to be aware of Hoffa's gaze. She holds up her umbrella and looks at the owl, tilting her head.

A woman's sixth sense...

Hoffa mumbled, shook his feathers, and turned his attention to Cedric, who was walking alone.

"Are you this year's Professor, Alastair moody?"

Cedric Diggory bowed slightly, then asked.

"It's me."

Little Barty said frankly.

"Ah, my name is Cedric Digory."

The handsome boy stretched out his hand with his head high, and the prefect logo on his chest was shining: "my father has mentioned you many times in front of me, saying that you are one of the greatest Aurors in this century, and there is no one."

"Oh, yes."

Moody's ignored the palm in front of him and said sharply, "that's a very high evaluation!"

It's a fight.

The owl in the cage flapped its wings twice.

Moody immediately showed a warm smile and held Cedric Diggory's hand: "ah, I haven't seen Amos for a long time. I heard that he is now in the Department of magical animal management. How is he?"

"Ah, my father is in good health."

Segrik happily released his hand, looked very simple and honest, scratched his head, and turned his eyes to the box of the cart.

"Ah, is this your owl? It's very beautiful."

Hoffa's head in the cage turned parallel 90 degrees. He glanced coldly at sedry's Digory and wondered what happened to this guy? Did you get close to yourself?

Moody (little Patty) stood in front of the cage uneasily and said in the professor's reserved voice, "what's the matter with you? Are you waiting for me here?"

"Oh, that's it."

Cedric Digo looked away from Hoffa, took a document out of his robe and gave it to Moody.

"My father asked me to tell you that your little problems have been solved, so that you don't have to worry. Besides, Mr. Arthur Weasley has done a lot to prevent abuse of magic. My father thinks that if you are free, you can write a letter to him

Cedric spoke very tactfully, but of course he couldn't find anything wrong.Hoffa in the cage is clear. In the original work, it is Arthur Weasley and Amos Diggory who have settled the conflict between moody and little Barty before he leaves, but if this matter is viewed from Harry's perspective, there is no follow-up, but if it is viewed from his own perspective...

Hoffa's head turns 180 degrees and looks at the distance Umbrella, ignoring the boy's chat up, waiting for Qiu Zhang of digori, thinks that sure enough, women are the gatekeepers of life, the touchstone of men and the gate of reproduction. They represent natural selection and shoulder the mission of human continuation.

Another of Hogwarts's warriors does have his unique style, mature and modest. At a young age, his father helped him solve the problem and humbly gave the credit to Arthur Weasley.

If I were a woman, I was afraid I would choose Cedric instead of the immature Harry.

If it's true that alasto Moody is standing here, he has to look up to Cedric, and because he owes his father a favor, he must pay more attention to him in class.

The only pity is that real Moody's is now locked in the box under his feet.

Little Barty picked up the document and looked at it. He put on a pretentious expression and said, "I see. I'm really troubling you. I'll pay attention to it later."

"Ah, great."

Cedric Diggory showed a smile that could melt the hearts of countless girls, as if the dark clouds in the sky were all scattered.

"Then I won't bother you, sir. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Cedric waved to moody, turned and walked to qiuzhang, took her umbrella, and walked to the car side by side.

"Digori..."

little Barty shoved the papers into his chest, pushed the cart and sneered, "hum, the red necked old Wang Ba can also have this kind of son, I'm afraid his wife stole someone outside."

Hoffa, "...

little Barty took Hoffa into the train, found an empty car with no one in the back, and got in.

The first thing he did was to lock the door immediately, respectfully take down the cage, put it on the small table, and then open it for him.

As the train roared on the track, Hoffa walked out of the birdcage with his feathers shaking. He looked at the Scottish mountains outside the train, and felt a little strange.

Train or train, Scotland or Scotland, and 50 years ago, there is no difference, but his mood is no longer the mood of 50 years, there is no excitement to see it for the first time, there is no pressing to escape the oppression, only a unique nostalgia.

"Thirsty or not, Mr. Bach?"

Patty, who became Moody's, asked the owl in Wormtail's voice.

"Medicine."

The owl is very cold and speechless.

"All right."

Little Barty quickly pulled out a glass tube filled with blue liquid from under the table, put it on the table, and respectfully opened the lid.

Hoffa leaped his slender legs, stuck out his pointed mouth and took a sip in the blue pipe.

"Bone slices."

"All right."

Little Barty took a piece of bone from her chest and put it in front of the owl.

Hoffa: "magnifying glass."

As soon as the words fell, little Barty took out a round magnifying glass from her chest and put it in front of the owl's head.

Hoffa looked through the magnifying glass at a piece of black bone in front of him. His golden eyes did not blink.

It's one of several trophies he seized from Alastair moody's.

The cold smell on the bone makes him obsessed. If he wants to revive aglia, he must find her soul. To find her soul, Hoffa must go to herheim, the secret place of death.

Now 50 years later, the old gamekeeper Joey is no longer alive. He can't remember how Joey opened the secret of death. But he felt that perhaps the smell of the black bone might be one of the clues.

After observing this for more than an hour, little Barty's hand was a little sore. He couldn't help asking: "Mr. Bach, you have been observing this bone today. Is it so strange?"

"What do you know?" Hoffa, who became an owl, did not raise his head.

"Mr. Bach, you're just a fresh graduate." Little Barty asked tentatively.

Hoffa focused on the bone and didn't care what Barty was asking.

"It's terrible. Now the students of Hogwarts, such as you, must have attracted much attention in school." Asked little Barty.

"Ha?"

"Mr. Bach, I can't think of a problem."

"What's the problem?" Hoffa was not happy to part of his attention.

"How can a man like you have no reputation?" "It's like I've never heard of you," little Barty asked, frowning"It has something to do with you?"

Hoffa angrily said to little Barty, and continued to study the bone slices.

"How did you get stabbed in the heart and not die?"

"I can't answer."

"If I was punctured in the heart, could I not die?"

"Maybe not."

Hoffa's Owl turned his head 90 degrees, his attention away from the bone and focused on little Barty. It was the first time he had seen little Barty have some kind of "desire" or need.

"What are you trying to say?" He asked little Barty.

"Have you ever thought about doing something that's really motivating?"

Little Barty rubbed his hands, and his wrinkled Moody's face was flattering: "well, for example, rule the magic world in Europe, or become the strongest wizard in the world?"

"Which college did you graduate from?" Asked Hoffa, owl.

"Hutchpatch."

"What?"

Hoffa was a little surprised for a moment. He always thought that little Barty would be a student of Slytherin, or a Ravenclaw like old Barty crouch. But I didn't expect that he was a hutch patch. The hutch patch he met was not such a person.

Little Barty looked at him and asked eagerly, "Mr. Bach, I really want to know if you have any plans to do something earth shaking?"

"Why should I do such a thing?"

"Then the whole world will be afraid of you and recognize you! What a wonderful thing it is? " Little Patty spoke very fast, as if for a long time, and said, "in that case, I'll help you. I can do anything for you!"

"Even if I become such a person, what does it have to do with you?"

Hoffa looked at Barty seriously: "and why are you following Voldemort? Have you ever thought about what you want? "

"What do I want?"

Little Patty looked confused and hesitated for a moment. He stammered, "I... I want to revive my master."

"Do you have no wish of your own except your master?"

"I... I, my wish. My wish is to revive my master Little Barty said blankly.

"I'm asking about your own wishes. As a person, shouldn't you have your own unique ideas. Why do you want to live for others? " Owl expression some disdain said.

Little Barty still seemed a little at a loss. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head. "I don't quite understand what you mean, but Mr. Bach, what's your wish? I can help you realize it."

"My wish..."

the disdain on the owl's face faded away, and he suddenly didn't know how to answer little Patty.

...

...

it's getting late and the train arrives at the station.

The students who came to Hogwarts began to change their clothes.

Little Barty also stood up to pack, but just then there was a polite tap outside the window.

Dong Dong!

Hoffa's Owl turned its head 180 degrees and saw a vague figure standing outside the door. So he shut up and took up the black bone with his mouth and put it under his wings. Then he went back to the cage and installed a normal owl.

Little Barty took a sip of the compound decoction and got up to pull the door open. It's Cedric Diggory outside.

"Excuse me, may I come in?" Handsome Cedric asked with a smile.

"What are you doing here?"

Little Barty's face twitched.

"Well, we're looking for someone on the train."

The smile on Cedric's face remained unchanged and seemed a little dull.

"To whom?"

Asked little Barty.

Cedric did not answer.

Hoffa sensed something wrong and pulled his head out of his wing.

Cedric Digory walked into the carriage like a wooden man. He bent down mechanically and checked under the small table. Then he bumped his feet and turned over on the luggage rack. He even lifted up the owl cage and looked at it.

"Who on earth are you looking for with me?"

Asked little Barty.

"A young man with grey hair and golden eyes, have you ever seen him?" Cedric Diggory kept the same smile and tone.

Hofferu in the cage was struck by lightning.

At this moment, he was acutely aware that a huge and cold mental field quietly spread in the train carriage, which was different from him at night.

He immediately drew back. He put his head under his wings and did not move.

Little Barty was also silly. He stood in the same place, looking at the smiling young man in front of him, with an expression of "what... What, eyes?""Golden eyes, what's your expression? Have you ever seen this man? " Cedric asked with the same smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

Little Patty solemnly put his crutch on the ground and pointed to his gray hair. "Golden eyes, what's that strange person? What's the black wizard? You can watch it. I'm blue eyes, and I'm not young anymore!"

It was quiet for a few seconds.

"No, nothing." Cedric said that he finally looked around the car, then walked out of the car with a steady and steady pace, and went to the next car to ask.

After he left, Hoffa slowly pulled his head out of his wings. The owl has no sweat glands, otherwise he would be sweating.

Grey hair, golden eyes, young man?

Who has this impression of themselves?

He can only think of Dumbledore.

In addition to Dumbledore, who has that kind of huge mental power?

Did Dumbledore expect to come to Hogwarts this year? Why did he want to find himself? Since he wanted to find himself, why didn't he come to find him himself? Cedric just looked like he had won the soul snatching curse. Would Dumbledore release the soul snatching curse on his students?

Hoffa doesn't understand.

Is Dumbledore aware of his cooperation with Voldemort?

Or does the butterfly effect of his own existence lead to the change of Dumbledore? Become someone you don't know in a long time?

For a moment, the unknown fog surged into Hoffa's mind, making him unable to move.

The car gradually emptied.

"Mr. Bach?" After a long time, Patty asked in a very low voice. Cedric Digory's strange appearance just made him very uneasy.

"Get off first." The owl in the cage said coldly.

"Golden eyes? That... That kid, was he just looking for you? "

"No Hoffa said coldly, "I'm bald."

"But... But I think if... If you have gray hair, you will be more handsome." Little Barty habitually flattered, sweating on his head, "you can't be... You can't be, take the initiative to shave your hair."

"Oh, shut up

Hoffa said sharply, not in a good mood at all.

Cedric Diggory's search for himself made him nervous.

He thought he knew the direction of the original plot and could fish in troubled waters to send Harry to Voldemort.

But now he has found the limitations of the original book. Everything in the original book is experienced from Harry's perspective. He knew nothing except what happened to Harry.

It's like a huge iceberg floating on the sea. Maybe Harry is standing on the iceberg, but he is standing under it now.

The bright tip of the iceberg is dazzling, but the huge chaos and unknown under the iceberg make him a little breathless.

At first, he didn't want to be involved in the plot at all.

But now, he is afraid of the twists and turns of fate, because the known plot is his only advantage.

What if Voldemort didn't come back?

What if grindevo kills everyone in silence?

It's a headache for him to think about the results.