Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 298, Section 296: You're using what I taught you against me?

"It's hard to believe that you weren't the first to notice something was wrong, my friend, Dumbledore."

After learning the whole story from Dudley's account, Moody expressed his feelings.

He had reattached the magic eye that Little Barty had stolen, changed his clothes, and the group returned to the principal's office together.

"Alastor, I'm not omnipotent either, but I can only say that he portrayed you just too well." Dumbledore looked apologetically at his few remaining old friends.

Barty Jr. truly portrayed Moody's madness so convincingly that it was indistinguishable from the real thing. Even his friend of decades couldn't see through his act. If it weren't for the taste of the Compound Elixir, which gave him away, the thought of him stealing the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​terrifying.

Strictly speaking, the Order of the Phoenix doesn't really have any secrets.

Dumbledore took out a jar of yellow candies, asked around, and after receiving no further answers, took out one of the candies, peeled it open, and put it in his mouth, sipping it slowly to savor its taste.

That was the password used in the principal's office today—Lemon Snowman.

The sweet and sour taste made Dumbledore squint his eyes in comfort.

"So what should we do with him now?" Moody asked, pointing to Little Barty, who was bound up in a ball. He pulled out a water bottle from his waist, took a big gulp, and his actions and expressions were exactly the same as Little Barty's before, except that the liquid in the bottle had been changed from a compound potion to ordinary water.

Moody had absolutely no liking for Barty Jr., especially since the guy had so disrespectfully ambushed him and imprisoned him by a Death Eater. For Moody, a top-tier Auror who had spent his entire life fighting against dark wizards, this was an utter disgrace.

"He should be sent to prison; Azkaban is where he belongs."

Fortunately, although Moody dislikes Barty Jr., he hasn't gone so far as to resort to vigilante justice, much less cast a killing spell on Barty Jr. to vent his anger.

As a former Auror elite, Moody spent most of his life hunting dark wizards, but he never killed any of them, even though they had caused irreversible damage to his body.

His bottom line of not killing anyone, which he upheld for most of his life, was his belief and a way to distinguish himself from the dark wizard.

Dudley actually admired people like Moody quite a bit. However, admiration is one thing, and whether he agreed with his actions is another. At least he wouldn't show mercy to a wizard who had hurt him.

"Professor Moody, I don't think Azkaban is a good place to go."

Duliman looked down on this practice of throwing people into Azkaban prison at the drop of a hat. There were so many ways for wizards to repent and atone for their sins, why give it to a bunch of dark magic creatures?

Moreover, wizards are most likely unaware that there exists a type of person in this world who is born with antisocial personality disorder. They have a unique name—"bad seeds." Dementors, those monsters that steal other people's happiness, have no effect on born bad seeds; they might even like the environment there.

"I have a great idea."

Their gazes naturally fell on Dali.

"Aren't these Death Eaters plotting something in secret? To ensure the plan goes smoothly, they even went so far as to send their most trusted henchmen to infiltrate Hogwarts and impersonate Professor Moody. So why can't we do the opposite?"

"You want me to impersonate him?"

The experienced Moody's reacted immediately.

"To be precise, continue to pretend to be yourself, only transforming into Mr. Barty at the crucial moment and then giving them a surprise."

"Kid." After hearing Dudley's suggestion, Moody didn't refute it, but instead looked him over seriously for a while before saying, "You have a very quick mind. You should be able to become a good Auror after graduation."

"Thank you, Professor. But I have little interest in Aurors; I would much rather succeed Professor Dumbledore as Head of Wizengamor."

Dali resolutely refused.

Aurors? What use are they besides gaining some practical experience fighting dark wizards? No interest, no interest.

"If I ever step down from this position, I will definitely recommend you," Dumbledore said, echoing Dudley's words. He meant it sincerely; if Dudley weren't so young, he would have suggested it directly to the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm pleased to receive your approval, Professor."

Dali responded politely, then his gaze fell on Barty again.

"Let's first understand your plans, Mr. Barty. You'll tell me, right?"

As Dali spoke, Little Barty's eyes gradually lost focus.

Barty Jr. personally taught him the Black Magic - the Legilimency Spell.

About an hour.

Little Barty, who had told everything, lay silently on the floor, his eyes wide open, as if he had been gang-raped by dozens of strong men.

"They actually want Harry."

Moody's expression gradually turned serious.

Although Little Barty didn't know the final purpose, it certainly wouldn't be as simple as just meeting.

"To kill me?"

Despite being the center of attention, Harry's tone remained remarkably calm.

Moody shook his head, dismissing the idea: "No, Harry, it wouldn't be that complicated to kill you. Barty Jr. would have had plenty of opportunities."

"It's to remove the protective charm that Aunt Lily put on Harry, isn't it?" Dudley said.

"I think so," Dumbledore agreed. "That Guardian Charm is ancient, but there are ways to break it. He probably wants to kill Harry in front of everyone the moment the charm is broken."

The ancient spell Lily cast before her death would protect Harry from Voldemort until he came of age. Theoretically, Voldemort could do nothing but wait until Harry reached adulthood before killing him.

He just couldn't wait that long.

The first thing Voldemort must do upon his return is to kill Harry.

As long as Harry lives, it will be a blow to his reputation.

"Father's bones, servant's flesh, enemy's blood"

After Dudley seemingly uttered a few words unintentionally, Dumbledore suddenly looked at him.

"I was quite curious about that spell, so I did some research on it."

"These schemes and tricks show that Tom is not in good condition and he will definitely take this opportunity to return."

"The blood of the enemy is Harry, the flesh of the servants is any Death Eater, and as for the last one, the bones of his father... as far as I know, his biological father, old Riddle, is already dead."

so.

"It seems our senior Tom is at the Riddle family's old house."

Listening to that nonchalant yet incredibly accurate reasoning, and looking at those teeth as strong as a hydraulic press, Little Barty, who had regained some consciousness, felt a chill run through his body.

(End of this chapter)