Chapter 210

"Luna, I got it wrong here - the last call of the Jueyin is in reverse order."

"Reverse order?"

"Although they will imitate all the sounds they have heard in their life when they are dying, they imitate them backwards from what they have heard recently..."

In the library, Maka sat opposite Luna and carefully corrected her mistakes.

These days, in addition to her own research, Maka often helps Luna read her book notes about magical creatures during her break.

Luna likes those interesting creatures very much. She always finds some interesting materials in the library. Although those brochures and documents are a little boring, if you really like them, you won't feel so boring.

Seeing that Luna was already revising her notes, Maka looked back to her pile of manuscript paper.

Although he is resting now, it is estimated that others will not feel that he is relaxing at all. After all, who would take those complex and collapsing potions as a rest?

But just as Maka picked up the quill pen from the ink bottle and planned to continue to calculate the proportion balance according to the previous calculation formula, she heard a familiar sound of "Deng Deng Deng" coming from the door of the library.

"Moody?"

Maka looked up at the door and found that, as he had guessed, it was crazy eyed moody.

"What's he doing here?" Marca wondered.

At first, in order not to be hidden in the school's eyeliner, Maca and Dumbledore deliberately did not exchange information with each other.

Therefore, although Dumbledore had verified Moody's identity early in the morning under the reminder before Maka left, Maka had no way to know about it.

Before he found out the real role played by Barty, his more doubts focused on moody's.

But now it seems that Moody's nervous appearance is really his original character.

Looking at Moody's vigilance that "everyone looks suspicious" and his magic eye turning around, Maka had to shake her head secretly.

I'm afraid it's just Dumbledore's premature intervention that makes little buddy have no chance to plot against moody's. Otherwise, Moody's would definitely still be the first candidate for his hidden identity.

The behavior of the goods is so suspicious that it is difficult to reveal their identity.

While Maka was thinking, moody had seen him, and in the glare of Mrs. pince, the librarian, he came all the way with a crutch.

"McLean, come with me to the principal's office..." Moody's magic eye stared at Marca as if to see through him completely. "Dumbledore has something for you."

After that, he stared at Maka again. His face was very ferocious because of a large number of scars.

Maka nodded slightly surprised.

"Luna, I'll see what's going on. If it's too late later, you'll have dinner in the auditorium first!"

He said to Luna on the opposite side, and then carefully sorted out the calculation papers, which signaled that moody could go.

"You're in front," moody said gruffly. "I hate people walking behind me."

"Don't you have magic eyes? There are no dead corners in all directions. It is said that you can see through the invisibility cloak. What are you worried about?" Maka smiled at the blue artificial eye in Moody's eye socket with great interest.

"I'll grow old, but it won't," Moody's snorted discontentedly. "Your performance at the world cup is wonderful. I think you understand what I'm talking about."

Marca shook her head and said, "you doubt me? Didn't Dumbledore tell you?"

"Albus is very wise, but he is too easy to trust - in my opinion, this is his weakness." Moody's impolitely criticized the wizard who is known as the greatest wizard today, as if he were talking about an ordinary man.

"I still think you're suspicious!" Marca didn't care about his suspicion, but smiled. "Look at you. You walk around the castle all day and stare at others for a long time."

"Hum, as long as I know I'm not suspicious." moody said impatiently.

They walked side by side. Before long, they came to the stone beast at the entrance of the headmaster's room.

"Fried centipede legs," moody said to the stone beast.

Maka and moody took the escalator and came to the front door of the principal's office.

"Fried centipede legs? What's that?" Marca grinned. "Has Professor Dumbledore's taste become heavier recently?"

"That's a new dessert from the Duke of honey. It tastes good... Would you like some?"

The door opened automatically and Dumbledore's voice came out of it.

"Er... Thank you, I don't think so..." Marca shook her head decisively as she walked in. "Professor, what happened to me today?"

She ran to the headmaster's room again and again, and Maka was used to it. No, he was asking. He had already run to the armchair next to him and sat down.

Mad eye moody also sat on a wooden chair next to Dumbledore's desk, but he looked like he was on pins and needles, as if he was always ready to jump up and fight.

"A lot of things have happened recently. For example, there are many kinds of cases. There are small ones, such as theft, and of course there are big ones - for example, just now, several wizards mysteriously disappeared."

Dumbledore said, waving the wand, and a stack of information floated in front of Marca.

Maka reached for it, looked at it casually, and nodded.

"I have some clues on several cases, but..." Maka said suspiciously, "isn't this Cornell Fudge's job?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and pointed to Marca's hand.

"... take a closer look at what these cases have in common."

Maka lowered her head, turned it over and over, compared it, and suddenly frowned.

"Werewolf?"

The approximate time interval of these cases is 30 days, and the specific date is obviously the night of the full moon. It is not difficult to speculate that these cases may be related to those restless werewolves.

"Claw marks were also found in two cases, which may have been done by werewolves," Dumbledore nodded.

"So..." Marca looked up again and looked at Dumbledore.

"Alasto is a trustworthy partner," Dumbledore smiled. "He can give you a lot of help in your affairs with Tom -"

Maka subconsciously glanced at Moody's and then said, "but if I want to get his approval, I must prove my position and ability with action?"

"That's it," said mad eye moody, looking at him with sharp eyes. "Although albus has promised me, he can't be a meal - I'll use my own eyes to judge whether you are in danger."

Maka shrugged helplessly and said, "although I can understand your caution, I have to remind you that people's hearts are complex. Even if there is no soul snatching curse, it can't be really seen through with your own eyes..."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at Moody's blue eye and added, "even your magic eye can't see through people's hearts, can't it?"

"Can you remind me?" moody glanced at him and said rudely, "although I can't see through people's hearts, I can at least be a reference... How many cunning bastards do you think I've dealt with?"

It has to be said that with Moody's life experience, many people can be convinced. After all, not everyone can face Voldemort without fear, but also capture a large number of Death Eaters into Azkaban's.

Maka also briefly experienced Moody's sharpness. Even though he is old now and his combat ability must be greatly reduced, his rich experience is still hard to despise.

"Of course, it's a well-known fact that the Death Eaters you arrested can fill half of Azkaban." Maka nodded. "I admire it too."

"But you let out all the prisoners I worked hard to catch," said moody, staring at him angrily.

"Well, this is also a plan..."

Maka smiled awkwardly - well, she had done bad things and now she met the Lord.

"From tomorrow night, you will find clues every night... If it is confirmed that the werewolf did it, at least get me a job back." moody didn't continue to pull with him. He paused the wooden crutch in his hand and said seriously.

Marca naturally had no reason not to agree. He had planned to go to talino to ask for the latest information. These cases can also be checked by the way - Voldemort can't get rid of them anyway.

After discussing the case with Moody's, he said goodbye to Dumbledore and left the principal's office.

"Albus, are you really going to..."

After Maka left, moody frowned and looked at Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore shook his head and sighed slightly: "to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if it's right, but... We're all old, aren't we?"

He raised his head, looked at the portraits of successive principals above his head, and then said, "alastor, isn't that why you chose to retire?"

"It's a little weak," moody shook his head, "but anyway, as long as he is still alive, the responsibility is not to put it down..."

"At least get ready for those children... If Tom was the child..." said Dumbledore, as if he remembered something again, and gradually lost his mind.

At this time, outside Hogwarts castle, the sky was still as clear and pure as the hearts of most little wizards. Perhaps Dumbledore's greatest hope is that he can live longer so that the children can maintain this purity all the time?