Chapter 513： Magic photo

Black old house, restaurant.

"Alastor," said Mrs. Weasley, walking up from the kitchen downstairs with a vegetable salad and a plate of chicken drumsticks in her hand. Too fresh."

"It's already fine." Moody said calmly, and the blue magic eye stared at the salad for a while, and started to eat. "Oh, yes," he looked at Neville, "Frank and Alice will be back around noon. They sent me a piece of information, which is very valuable."

Neville nodded, his eyes lit up.

"What information?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I can't disclose more, in case you are caught by Death Eaters and forced to confess--" Moody said gruffly, staring at a chicken leg and sniffing in front of his nose, "Thanks, Molly. "He bit hard.

Harry didn't know which thing was more pitiful—whether it was his mutilated nose or a bite of a chicken leg. Or was it Moody's imagination that they were caught by Death Eaters and tortured to extract confessions?

"Don't think I'm joking, many people think that they can stand up and be tough, but only a piercing spell—" Moody grinned a grinning smile, gestured at them, and the little wizards at the table brushed together. Lean back.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him reproachfully.

Moody has picked up the second drumstick. "Molly, they can bear it. I heard that they train very often, and it's not just to show off in the duel class, right? I just introduce them to a more real world...you all want to be Aurors?" His normal eye looked at everyone.

Harry, Ron, and Neville nodded, and Hermione nodded hesitatingly. Surprisingly, Ginny did the same.

Mrs. Weasley looked shocked.

"Ginny, you're only in third grade! It's too early to think about this now."

"It's not early, I will be in fourth grade since the beginning of school."

"I said it was early! You are a girl, and I will never allow—" Mrs. Weasley said furiously.

In the next few minutes, the restaurant became very lively. Ginny made a loud noise and quarreled with Mrs. Weasley. Her hair was tossed around like an angry and grumpy cat, which was originally lying at her feet. Crookshanks returned to his master, his flat hairy face staring at the two noise sources.

"We're back upstairs." Hermione gave Harry and the others a wink, trying to escape the battlefield, but Ginny stepped away before them, stepping on the stairs with a "boom", and Mrs. Weasley chased after her. Behind her, she seemed to have to persuade her to change her mind.

"Then we, uh-go to the training room?" Hermione stood there, looking at her companion uncertainly. She didn't really want to train, she just wanted to stay away from Professor Moody's tricky eyes. point.

Others have similar feelings, and they stand up quickly.

"Are you all right, Potter?" Moody said gruffly.

"I'm fine." Harry didn't tell the truth. On the one hand, he hesitated to reveal to Ron and the others that he had mastered the three unforgivable curses. On the other hand, he began to worry that Dumbledore would see himself. What will I think after his memory, my heart is in a mess, all over and over again.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Professor Moody, I have a question," Harry said, and then noticed Moody's gaze following him, "Auror was approved to use the Unforgivable Curse...Is the situation really that bad? And the spell Will it affect you?"

"You said that." Moody murmured, taking a sip from the hip flask on his waist, "It was almost a late stage of the war. It was really difficult at the time, mainly because the vassals of the Death Eaters became more and more. In other words, more and more people are forced to join..."

"True Death Eaters are all elites and can directly meet mysterious people, but there are still many-such as werewolves-that are not high in the ranks of mysterious people, but no matter what, the war has been fought for almost ten years, people I feel more or less desperate in my heart, Batty... He is definitely a tough guy. The reason why many people can continue to stick to it is because he... He suggested to the new minister Bagno that the Auror should be allowed some privileges, such as You can use the Unforgivable Curse on the Death Eaters, and there are some miscellaneous things, all for the Auror to let go of his hands and feet... And Bagno agreed. A very courageous witch, I think it is better than the previous one."

"But, is this really useful?" Harry asked eagerly, "I mean, a disarming spell can subdue an enemy, or a coma spell?"

Moody stared at him for a while, and the urn laughed angrily. His face became even more hideous.

"That's true. The life-killing curse is a curse. It can kill people as much as cutting off the head," Moody said horribly, lightly, "but they are completely different. These three curses were in 1717. Nian was designated as an unforgivable curse, users will face severe punishments, and the people will rarely hear them. Of course, they have not disappeared, they have been circulating among the dark wizards..."

"The mysterious people brought them back to the public's sight. The Death Eaters and his vassals used these spells blatantly, coupled with the overwhelming propaganda in the newspapers, so they were spread so superbly, Batty wanted to change this situation, he thought- -It is necessary to restore the confidence of the people, and the Death Curse is definitely more deterrent than the Disarming Curse."

"Then you—" Halika said, he didn't know how to ask.

"Do you want to know if I have killed someone with the Killing Curse? Or how did it feel when I killed someone?" Moody asked softly.

Harry hesitated, and the others were silent.

"Of course I did. I cursed people to death with a life-threatening curse. I remember clearly that the Death Eater named Evan Rozier died like this..." Moody gave a perverted smile, "But as long as you can Avoid, I try to catch alive. Azkaban has many acquaintances of mine, but unfortunately I ran a group a month ago." He whispered, sounding like cursing.

It could also be that Harry had heard it wrong, maybe Moody suddenly wanted to eat Fudge Fly, which was a fudge.

"As for the feeling, I don't really feel anything... When the war is at its most intense, we wish that the other side would die clean. How can we have time to think about so much." Moody said disapprovingly, "Your heart must be hard enough and the experience rich enough. Will be able to—"

There are footsteps upstairs. Mrs. Weasley came down, and Moody picked up a chicken leg and gnawed it again.

The conversation seemed to end like this.

"Oh, by the way, I have something you might be interested in." He said, pulling out a shabby magical photo from his pocket. Harry saw a small group of people moving, some waving in greeting, some raising their glasses.

"This is—" Mrs. Weasley walked over and took a look, frowning.

"The original Order of the Phoenix," Moody said in a deep voice, "You have seen it too, haven't you? I'm not sure if you have one, but there was one at the time." He said to Mrs. Weasley, "Your two brothers They are all good, but it’s a pity that I died young...I went to take a look at Emilyn yesterday, oh, she’s fine, but she was hurt—"

He noticed that Harry and the others wanted to ask questions, so he said in advance. Mrs. Weasley's lips pressed tightly.

"That fishing plan?" Harry asked softly. He knew that Emmy Lin was that was a witch who was dignified and elegant and didn't talk a lot. She was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry had met several times before.

"It seems that you know the plan, and you are right, you are going to accept the award, you can't get around it." Moody said.

Harry felt like he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle in his heart. He heard Ms. Bones talk about this. At that time, the Weasleys were replaced, but he had no idea that the replacement was Emileen Vance of the Order of the Phoenix, and he was also injured.

"She's lucky. There are a few here that can't even find the dead body, or only some of the dead bodies..." Moody seemed to notice that Mrs. Weasley was holding back the silence, so he passed the photo to Harry. "You keep it, the one of James and Lily may not be found... I went there once, in Godric Valley... Now it's in ruins."

Harry barely smiled, not knowing what to say.

He saw his parents at a glance, they were smiling at themselves, and Harry suddenly wanted to go to Godric's Valley. When lying in bed at night, this thought became stronger and stronger. It was strange that he had never thought about it before.

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