"Little Crouch." Allen determined the identity of this person with certainty.
He used Perception Magic to search using Little Crouch's information and Moody's hair that he had just obtained.
The result that appeared on the screen was Moody, who had hurried from the hospital to his office.
Then there was no doubt that Moody was Little Crouch in disguise.
As Little Crouch regained his true appearance, Allen's hair on the magic array also turned from gold to brown.
Little Crouch and Mr. Crouch looked too similar.
It was just that their expressions were very different. Mr. Crouch had a serious face, but this Little Crouch, even his hair revealed a sense of stubbornness.
He impatiently kicked away his fake leg, his eyes revealing cruelty and madness. Then he used his hand to push against the side of the box and nimbly jumped to the bottom of the box.
Hearing the sound, Moody, who had been lying motionless on the ground, opened his eyes. He looked very disheveled, with black blood covering almost half of his face.
He squinted and looked at Crouch's messy hair. "Did someone pluck your hair?"
He laughed wildly and coughed violently.
Little Crouch was clearly enraged. He strode towards Moody, who was curled up on the ground, and kicked him fiercely.
Moody let out a muffled curse, which made Little Crouch's expression even more ferocious.
He took out his magic wand and pointed it at Moody. "Heart Piercing Bone."
Moody clenched his teeth and endured the knife-like pain all over his body, lying there as if he was dead.
Little Crouch's eyes gradually became crazed. "Heart Piercing Bone."
Moody could not help but snort and make meaningless sounds. His body convulsed from the extreme pain and restraint.
His fists were clenched tightly, and his pale nails and fingers were stained with red spots.
"Allen? Harris, when my master returns, I'll definitely make him hand you over to me. Then, I'll pull out all your nerves and turn you into a puppet. You'll beg for death, but you won't be able to die. "
"Allen? Harris? Ha, haha, you can't even beat a player, and you still want to cause trouble under Dumbledore's nose? I'll wait for you to be executed by the Dementors! "Moody laughed hysterically.
"Give up, my master has a lot of Death Eaters, I will find a suitable helper."
Crouch gave Moody another Heart-Piercing Bone-Piercing Blow. He then ignored Moody, who was trembling from the pain, and returned to his office from the box.
He picked up an arc-shaped wine bottle and took a big gulp. Gradually, he turned back into Moody.
Having obtained the answer he wanted, Allen dismissed the perception spell and left the room.
In the lobby on the first floor, he was surprised to see Mrs. Harris and Daisy.
They were talking excitedly around an old bronzed trumpet gramophone.
"Mom, Daisy, how did you get this phonograph?" For a moment, Allen seemed to see the phonograph in the Everything Room when he was studying "The Secret of the Soul."
"Hermione's parents appointed D.O.B.Y to send it home as a return gift. Daisy thought this phonograph was a good match for this hall, so we moved here. It is said that it is an antique in the Muggle world. It's French! "Mrs. Harris laughed.
"French EMI brass trumpet hand-cranked phonograph, produced in 1910. It has a long history, but it is really beautiful!" Daisy liked the old feeling.
"Why don't we listen to its sound effects?" Allen picked up the black film next to him and put it on the phonograph.
The melody of steel and softness flowed out, and the violin led the melody in a high-profile and restrained way. It was like a woman in a tango dance, with a noble pace and an attitude of disdain for everything. She wanted to meet her dance partner but refused to do so.
"Tango music, por."
Cabeza, "Daisy hummed softly to the music.
Allen flipped through the films, which contained a lot of jazz music and tango music.
After the song was over, Allen left the tower and returned to the Hogwarts.
A feather letter suddenly appeared in front of him.
Allen opened the envelope and pulled out the phoenix tail feather on the letter.
"White Chocolate Wand." There was no other word.
Allen immediately understood that this was the password to enter the principal's office.
Looking at the time, Allen went straight to the principal's office.
"White Chocolate Wand." After Allen finished speaking, the ugly stone beast guarding the principal's office jumped aside, and Allen jumped on the automatic rotating escalator.
Allen held the brass door knocker with a lion's body and an eagle's head and opened the shiny oak door.
The exquisite silverware was placed on the table with long slender legs, rotating quietly and puffing out smoke. The portraits of the former and former principals were snoring in the frames, their heads lazily leaning against the armchairs or leaning against the portraits.
"Allen? Harris, what brings you here? I want to thank you for redressing my useless great-great-grandson's name, and for leaving hope for the Blake family. "Phineas said with a serious expression, unlike his usual lazy attitude.
"You're welcome, Sirius has already repaid me enough," Allen replied politely, not losing his manners because the other party was only a portrait.
A bright green flame suddenly appeared in the empty fireplace, and Dumbledore's tall figure appeared from the flames.
"Good evening, Allen. Perhaps we need some custard biscuits and white chocolate wands. "Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace and invited Allen to sit opposite the principal's long table.
Allen watched the two types of food fly to the long table, but he had no appetite at all.
Allen looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, but Dumbledore looked as if he didn't notice Allen's probing gaze, his expression calm.
"Mr. Harris, the school board has no right to punish the professor." Dumbledore directed a shining silver iron kettle to fly up and automatically pour two cups of pumpkin juice for them.
"Just like how a professor has no right to punish a student." Allen picked up the pumpkin juice, sniffed it lightly, and took a sip.
"Let's not talk about these meaningless things for now." Allen pinched a strand of brown hair and placed it in front of Dumbledore.
"This is —" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.
"Professor Moody's hair, or should I say Little Barty's hair? Crouch's hair. "Allen looked at Dumbledore with a serious expression.
"His motive for sneaking into the school is obvious, it's Harry." Allen stared at Dumbledore.
The custard biscuits and chocolate wands were forgotten by the side.
"You know the curse that uses the blood of the enemy to revive, right?" Allen asked.
"Of course, he must be trying to use the Triwizard Tournament to get Harry out of my sight. He must want Harry to participate. "Dumbledore crossed his hands and supported his chin.
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