v5 Chapter 95： Cheating has always been a tradition in Big 3 tournaments

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Moody held up a curved wine bottle and took a gulp.

"Albus, so...the mysterious man has returned from Albania?"

"That's right." Dumbledore picked up the black tea and blew the heat: "William and Hermione saw him."

"I really can't believe two little wizards." Moody's face was gloomy. "Are you sure..."

"I'm pretty sure I trust them as much as I trust you."

Dumbledore said seriously: "I have a hunch that this time Voldemort's return will be different from the past.

With Wormtail's help, he'll be more cautious. He must also have obtained information about the Triwizard Tournament from Berthana. "

"In that case, I'll tell the truth, your little wizards are too weak." Moody's blue eyes kept rolling.

"Since the mysterious person may make a comeback, I will definitely teach something different to let them know what is real... cruelty!"

"Like?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Let them feel the Unforgivable Curse." Moody squinted. "And some evil black magic."

Dumbledore put down his glass, crossed his hands, and squinted thoughtfully.

"Albus, this class has fallen behind a lot. Maybe Lupin helped a little, but I don't think it's enough." Moody's expression was extremely serious.

"We have to let them know what the real danger is."

Dumbledore did not answer immediately.

Moody looked at the hesitant principal and snorted dissatisfiedly:

"You can't let these children come into contact with these children when the war comes? It will be too late then!"

Dumbledore sighed and nodded slightly.

Moody smiled contentedly and took another sip from the jug.

"I also wanted to talk to Stark about the details, about Albania.

To be honest, I don't really believe in his strength. I heard a lot of those rumors.

Lockhart was also awarded the Merlin Medal, but he was just a liar.

It always pays to be vigilant at all times…”

Moody suddenly shut up, the magic eye that originally turned up and down, the blue eyeball rolled over, and got into his head.

He stood up and strode towards the wooden door with his wand in hand.

Dumbledore smiled and did not stop it. Instead, he picked up the black tea and took a sip, showing a look of watching a good show.

The stairs rose slowly and automatically, leading William to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

After finishing his prefect duties, he stayed in the lounge for a while, then quietly left to find Dumbledore.

Just as William was about to knock on the door, the voices in the house stopped, and someone walked quickly, seemingly preparing to open the door.

William took a step back, and the right door revealed a crack when he saw Moody raising his wand.

As if his body was almost conditioned, he dodged towards the door on the left. The moment his wand was raised, a long sword in his left hand was deeply driven into the wooden door.

Moody was suddenly short, his blue eyes turned upward, and he was staring at the piercing silver sword.

It was timely to dodge, but there was still a bloodstain on his cheek, and there were strands of hair on the temples falling to the ground.

Moody didn't wipe it at all, just roared:

"Not bad. Amazing reflexes, much better than that little girl Tonks! At least your fame isn't fake!"

William drew his silver sword and pushed the door open, frowning at Moody.

Only then did he realize that the other party just raised his wand and did not intend to release the spell.

William glanced at Dumbledore again, bewildered.

The principal smiled and nodded.

"Put down your sword, boy, so you don't blind anyone," Moody said in a gruff, low voice.

But William ignored him.

"Yes, that's how it should be... Don't listen to others easily, Stark, you are very suitable to be an Auror.

At least they will live longer than others. "

Moody dragged his wooden legs and walked around the room.

"Can you guarantee that this is him, Albus?" he roared again, "In the middle of the night, the little wizard is not staying in the dormitory, coming to the principal's office?

Better to ask him something that only Stark himself would know. "

"Alastor... I allowed William to come to me at any time. I trust him very much." Dumbledore explained softly.

"William, put down your wand too."

William waved his wand, and the wooden door returned to its original state. With a flip of his right hand, the wand disappeared, not knowing where he was hiding.

"Since you guys have something to talk about, I'll go first," Moody muttered, dragging his legs outside again.

William watched Moody leave slowly, without speaking.

"Don't take it to heart." Dumbledore raised his hand and motioned William to sit down.

"Alastor is like this, he has experienced wizard wars, fought countless Death Eaters, captured many dark wizards, and doesn't trust anyone very much.

In Muggle parlance, there is severe post-traumatic stress disorder. "

William sat down in the chair, shrugged and said, "Such a wizard to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, the class must be very interesting."

"The content may be interesting...but for most people, the experience of the first lesson is definitely not interesting." Dumbledore shook his head.

"It's going to be bad."

William raised his eyebrows, could the Defense Against the Dark Arts class still cause discomfort to the students?

Well, it really does. Quirrell's garlicky smell, Lockhart's saucy buns... all caused serious discomfort to the students, and you wanted to kill them both.

After the chat was over, William started talking about the Quidditch World Cup.

Dumbledore had been in Venice the whole time and didn't know much about the situation here.

After William finished speaking, the headmaster still lowered his head and groaned, tapping lightly with the five fingers of both hands.

"It's unclear who released the mascots and allowed them to attack the camp."

Dumbledore finally said slowly. "The International Confederation of Wizards is already cooperating with the British Aurors and has begun an investigation."

In fact, there is nothing to investigate about this matter. The black mark that appeared on the field means that the Death Eaters are responsible for the incident.

But the Death Eaters only carried out parades and kidnappings.

Malfoy and the others were parading in the camp, but when they saw William attacking the parade animals, they immediately confessed and ran away.

It is even more impossible to separate the manpower to release those mascots.

Little Tom didn't do that either, he just got Professor Babrin to release the Dark Mark.

The wizard who escaped from Crouch's tent, even less so.

To release these mascots, one person can't do it, and a team is required to commit the crime. His kidnapping of wizards is already the limit, and he can't do more.

So I looked around, although there is no evidence, it is more likely that Arya in Egypt will come down to do this kind of thing.

So what is her purpose?

From the point of view of behavior alone, Arya and little Tom seem to be framing the blame to buy themselves time.

Their purpose was to turn everyone's attention to the Death Eaters and to Voldemort.

Let everyone have no energy to care about the affairs of the United States and Egypt.

In other words... Voldemort is the only designated culprit.

In fact, it was successful, and the international public opinion demanded that the British Ministry of Magic severely punish the Death Eaters!

"Speaking of Tom, did Professor Babbling tell you about his strange actions?" William asked softly.

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"But I checked the map and I didn't see anything special," William said.

"There is actually an orphanage nearby called Wood Orphanage, where Tom lived when he was a child," Dumbledore replied.

"But the orphanage isn't on the map."

"The orphanage was unprofitable and was later rebuilt into a department store."

Dumbledore took out an old map, shook his hands slightly, and pointed somewhere.

There is indeed a Wood Orphanage marked on it.

William narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and said:

"Little Tom couldn't have come here for no reason, he's not a nostalgic wizard.

Does this mean...he guessed that Voldemort hid the Horcrux nearby? "

"That's right," Dumbledore complimented. "This semester, we may need to go there."

William nodded slightly.

"Is the Goblet of Fire still with you?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

William hummed inexplicably.

Dumbledore stared at William.

"Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff forbid you to participate, so a minor is not allowed to participate."

"Then don't participate." William said indifferently. "It doesn't make any sense anyway."

"But according to tradition, there is no age limit for the Triwizard Tournament... In theory, minors may also participate." Dumbledore smiled.

"If it wasn't for the rules, I would even want to completely let go of the number of entries.

Yes, there have been many students killed and professors injured.

But this time, I'm not worried... William, you know what I mean? "

William was stunned, raised his hand to hold the cup, and said, "I think I understand, but...the other two principals..."

Dumbledore took a sip of tea and took a deep breath, then said leisurely:

"Cheating has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament."

Foxes, one big and one small, smiled knowingly,

William left.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair with a dazed look, as if he had remembered something.

A century ago, Hogwarts also proposed a Triwizard Tournament.

But then it was over.

Otherwise, he is likely to meet that person... in advance.

The old man walked slowly back to the room.

The green radishes in that room were still full of vitality, but the old man stood alone and alone.

But he wasn't sad, he just missed that summer, and that summer... those people he lost.

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