Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 312, Section 310: You are the Dark Lord's most loyal child.

In the Hogwarts classrooms and dormitories, Moody was carefully preparing Polyjuice Potion when suddenly the fireplace started burning automatically, but the eerie green light it emitted told others that this was no ordinary flame.

The green flames formed a human face, a lewd, fat face.

"What is that?"

The chubby-faced man spoke up.

"What else could it be? Of course, it's a compound decoction. Have you lost your brain too, Wormtail?"

Moody's didn't even look up, continuing with the configuration.

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by others with such a blatant pretext?"

The chubby-faced man spoke again.

"No one would want to visit a crazy old lunatic. I'm much more cautious than you."

Moody, a mocking smile on his face, placed the last bit of material into the crucible before turning to his opponent, his eyes sharp: "Doing this makes it easier for me to be discovered."

"Didn't you know that Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts just by looking through the fireplace? You idiot."

Despite being called a fool, Fatface wasn't angry. Instead, he said helplessly, "I had no choice, Bardy. Our king ordered me to do this. He has a secret communication method that Dumbledore won't discover."

"You have no right to call me that," Moody snapped.

Peter quickly said, "I'm sorry, Crouch."

"I don't want to hear that surname."

This time the voice was even louder than before, and it was filled with utter disgust, as if the speaker deeply loathed the surname.

Peter:

With a quick glance, he immediately came up with a new explanation.

"The Dark Lord's most loyal child."

Upon hearing this title, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Moody's face.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.

He knew that the man before him was not his true self, but rather the form he took after consuming Polyjuice Potion. He was Barty Crouch Jr., Voldemort's most loyal and trusted subordinate, a powerful dark wizard who had been personally taught dark magic by Voldemort. Crouch had once said that his bond with Voldemort was stronger than that of a true father and son, and Voldemort himself did not refute this after learning it.

"How's the plan going? The Dark Lord wants to know the progress," Peter asked hurriedly.

He did want to ask, "Your father wants to know the progress," but after thinking it over, he didn't dare to ask.

Voldemort neither refuted nor admitted it.

Peter, being cautious by nature, would never dare to do such a thing.

"Things are going fairly well. He's currently ranked second, with his brother, the Mudblood from that Muggle family, in first place."

Moody said very naturally, and after seeing Peter's slightly anxious expression, he continued, "Don't worry, I will personally take charge of this last match, and Harry Potter will definitely win first place."

"That's good, that's good."

After receiving an affirmative reply from "Little Barty," Peter on the other end finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"If these are all the questions you have, let's end this chat here. The longer you stay, the more dangerous it becomes for me to be exposed."

Moody said impatiently, and without waiting for Peter's reply, he casually waved his wand, and the green flames in the fireplace disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, Peter looked very unhappy as he looked at the extinguished fireplace, but he didn't dare to make a scene. He just stayed there for a few seconds before leaving.

That damned "Little Barty," I'll show you how powerful Bug Tail is sooner or later.

After the call ended, Moody stared at the fireplace for a moment, and once he was sure the other party wouldn't contact him again, he immediately hobbled toward the principal's office with his cane.

"A pile of cockroaches."

After the command was given, the stone statue slowly moved away with shining eyes, and the passage leading to the principal's office opened. Moody walked in, muttering to himself as he went.

"Dumbledore's passwords are getting stranger and stranger."

A short while later, he arrived at the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat at his desk, looking exhausted. He had just seen Fudge off and hadn't had much rest before Moody arrived.

"What happened that you're in such a hurry, Alastor?"

Moody looked at Dumbledore with a serious expression and said, "Peter just found me."

One sentence was enough to invigorate Dumbledore, instantly dispelling his fatigue. He looked intently at Moody and asked, "What did he say?"

Moody told Dumbledore about the conversation that had just taken place in the classroom and dormitory. The two talked for a while, and then Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it. A silver phoenix flew out of the office.

A moment later, the door to the principal's office was pushed open again, and Dudley, dressed in a black nightgown, walked in.

"Professor, is there something that can't be discussed tomorrow? It's already very late, and it will seriously affect my studies tomorrow."

"As a student, especially one under twenty years old, poor sleep quality can have a significant impact on memory."

Dudley's first words made Moody want to complain: "Your learning progress has far surpassed that of ordinary wizards. Even I, a retired Auror for many years, have almost run out of things to teach you. Your learning will most likely be self-taught."

But in order to maintain his image as a professor, he said nothing.

Dumbledore blinked. Why did that sentence sound so familiar? It was like someone had said it before.

"We've got news from Peter." Dumbledore spoke again, glancing at Dudley, who had once again flattened his chair, his lips twitching slightly. "Tom can't hold back any longer."

He then repeated what Moody had just told him.

I don't know if he was influenced by Dudley, but Dumbledore also started calling Voldemort "Tom".

There's nothing wrong with it, after all, it's her real name.

If you expose someone's weaknesses, they will most likely turn hostile immediately.

Tom, Tom, Tom is such an ordinary name.

"Dali, what do you think about this?"

"Sit back and watch." Dudley looked up at Dudley and said, "The easiest and most appropriate way is to tell the Ministry of Magic, tell them about Tom's conspiracy from beginning to end, and notify the Aurors to handle this matter."

"After all, they are the law enforcement agency of the wizarding world, and their main responsibility is to deal with dark wizards, and they are professionals at it."

Logically speaking, Dudley's words were perfectly reasonable, but when he said them, even Moody, a former Auror, changed his expression slightly, while Dumbledore remained calm, waiting for Dudley to continue.

It's clear that neither of them trusts Auror to handle this matter well.

Even Barty Jr. wasn't handed over to the Aurors or the Ministry of Magic; instead, they devised a plan to turn the tables on him.

Dali did not disappoint the two.

"Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic is not trustworthy; Death Eaters are planted everywhere in its various departments, and the Aurors' strength is... well, far from satisfactory."

(End of this chapter)