Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 297, page 295: First Meeting, the Real Professor Moody

An arm leaped high into the air, then crashed heavily to the ground. The wand rolled on the ground until it hit a protruding rock, and the bright red blood stained the grass on the ground.

Moody collapsed to the ground, his face pale, his right shoulder bare, blood slowly flowing from the gaping wound.

Harry's Unseen Blade, an invisible blade, severed the arm of Moody that was holding the wand.

Moody was covered in sweat, his mouth was pale, and his lips were moving slightly as if he were muttering something.

Silent spellcasting

It was a very clever technique, but unfortunately, the spell was not very effective. He chanted it for a long time but did not see any effect, because ordinary healing spells could not heal the injuries caused by Divine Shadowless.

Only its exclusive counter-spell can do that.

Unfortunately, this spell was a dark magic invented by Snape but not widely adopted, and Moody did not know what its counter-spell was.

Dudley picked up the wand that Moody had dropped.

Twelve inches, Guibourtia wood, unicorn hair.

Dudley weighed the wand in his hand a few times. According to the Data Eye, the unicorn hair in the center of the wand was somewhat "withered." In Ollivander's words, this meant that the wand had been roughly handled and forcibly used by someone who was not its original owner.

This wand doesn't belong to the fake Moody; it belongs to the real Moody.

Moody's failure was partly due to his wand not being easy to handle, but not the main reason. The most important reason was that he underestimated Harry.

They were eager to defeat Harry and escape from here.

This led to him being defeated by Harry's spell.

"Harry, well done. You are now a qualified wizard."

Harry blushed with delight at the praise, feeling both excited and thrilled, as if he had been recognized.

"Help! Help me!"

Unable to heal its wounds, Moody lay on the ground, barely alive due to excessive blood loss, weakly pleading for help from Dudley.

"I thought you would rather die than submit."

Dudley didn't rush to treat him. Instead, he squatted down and looked at him, saying, "Didn't you dedicate your life to Senior Tom?"

"Do you really want me to save you?"

The most terrifying thing in the world is not death in an instant, but watching yourself die bit by bit, especially the feeling of your strength gradually disappearing, your vision gradually blurring, your body growing colder and colder, and the feeling of being powerless to do anything about it. Few people can bear this kind of fear.

At this point, Moody was almost too weak to speak, but his survival instinct made him desperately grab onto Dudley's trouser leg.

"Heal quickly."

The wand touched the wound, and the injury was finally stopped. However, due to the excessive blood loss, Moody's condition was not much better.

He then waved his wand at "Moody," and "Moody's" body began to rapidly transform, revealing a handsome young man with short hair and pale lips, who was also on the verge of death and barely clinging to life.

"Brother D, who is he?! Where's Professor Moody?"

Harry finally showed surprise upon seeing the young man.

"Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., the only son of Mr. Barty Crouch, a Death Eater who has failed his mother's sacrifice and is merely clinging to life."

"I think we should go to the principal's office first."

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"Lemon Snowball"

Following Dudley's command to the statue, the two successfully entered the passageway leading to the office.

"Dali, I don't remember telling you the password for today."

Dumbledore, dressed in a nightgown covered in little stars, looked on with a hint of helplessness at the two uninvited guests who had barged into the headmaster's office.

"I'm guessing, you only like a few kinds of candies."

Dali, as if he were a familiar face, found a seat and sat down, as if he were at home.

Looking at the chair that was gradually bending but not completely breaking, bearing a weight that shouldn't be on its size at its age, Dumbledore's lips twitched slightly, and his face twisted a little.

We'll have to use magic to fix it again.

"For an elderly person, especially one over 100 years old, poor sleep quality can have a significant impact on memory."

"You're not asking me for four more fire dragons, are you? There aren't any here."

In the end, he is still Dumbledore; most of the time, his personality is that of a mischievous old man.

"Of course not."

"Look at this, Professor Dumbledore."

With a wave of Dudley's wand, a man fell out of thin air—it was Barty Crouch Jr., who had regained a sliver of color.

"!!!"

As Dumbledore looked at Barty Crouch Jr.'s familiar clothes and his iconic Magic Eye, his smile faded and his expression turned serious.

"What exactly happened?"

He briefly recounted what had happened to Dumbledore, who then asked, "Dudley, can you tell me how you found him?"

Dudley shrugged and said, "It's actually quite simple. As a student who's fairly good at potions, I'm quite sensitive to the smell of potions."

"I will never forget the unique taste of the compound decoction."

"I think Mr. Barty must have been careless. When he passed by me yesterday, I smelled that distinctive scent."

"If someone carries around a compound decoction and drinks it without experiencing any change, it can only mean that the person is an imposter."

With his current abilities, he can easily distinguish most of the magical potions in the wizarding world just by their smell.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. He looked at Barty Jr. and asked again, "Compound Soup requires fresh hair, so the real Moody couldn't have been killed. So where is he?"

Little Barty pursed his lips and was about to speak when Dali's voice interrupted.

"The professor's dormitory. There's a huge suitcase there. The real Professor Moody is probably inside. I guessed what was inside when I first saw it."

Little Barty: "!!!"

So you've been watching me since day one?

Dumbledore nodded again and hurriedly led the two to Professor Moody's dormitory.

Pushing open the door, you'll see an extremely conspicuous, enormous suitcase.

With a wave of the magic wand, the large lock on the suitcase automatically opened and fell off.

Lifting the lid of the box reveals layers upon layers, like a mechanism, until the contents are finally revealed.

This box is a prison cell, and inside lies a lame old man.

The real Moody's.

When Moody saw the lid open, he looked up and was relieved to see Dumbledore.

After rescuing Moody, he quickly thanked Dumbledore, saying, "Dumbledore, I knew you would find me."

"No, Alastor, it's not me."

Dumbledore shook his head.