Yes, it was a good idea to use the Soul Snatch Spell on a student in broad daylight.
No one could guarantee that Fake Moody would not use it to control a student.
Even if he did not dare to do it under Dumbledore's nose, a few Mind Snatching Spells should not be a problem.
This spell could quickly read the emotions and memories of the victim. It was strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic and was not allowed to be used.
However, Fake Moody did not care about that. This was the best opportunity to obtain information.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to let the little wizards witness black magic in class, he could use these spells without restraint.
Other than that, there were many evil black magic spells that could be used. Elwyn thought of many at once.
The young wizards were not prepared for these spells, so he could cast them without restraint.
The scary thing was that there was no way to stop him, and no one would object. This was how Moody was.
"It's good for you to see this early. You can't stay in school forever!" Moody continued with a scary smile on his face. "Elwyn, your strength far exceeds that of the young wizards of your age. It's time to see what a real Dark Devil is like. I look forward to your performance. Alright, I'm here. Have a good night's sleep."
Dragging the prosthetic leg, Moody slowly disappeared into the shadows of the innermost part of the third floor.
Looking at his back, Elwyn felt even more strange. His clear thoughts suddenly became complicated.
He passed through a door hidden behind a tapestry and went up an even narrower staircase.
As Elwyn walked, he thought about what had happened that night.
Fake Moody's behavior tonight was too abnormal. What was his goal?!
It seemed that not only Harry, but Elwyn was also one of his targets.
And the name that could not be shown on the Marauder Map. Was the fake Moody Barty Crouch Jr?!
If it wasn't him, could it be …
Elwyn suddenly thought of Keresis, that dangerous vampire. At present, only he could help Lord Voldemort.
Moreover, he was powerful enough to use that spell to prevent his name from being marked on the Marauder Map.
If he disguised himself as Mad-Eye and infiltrated the Hogwarts, things would become interesting.
He and Lord Voldemort were only allies, and there was no need for him to be as loyal as the Death Eaters.
To a certain extent, Keresis and Elwyn had the same goal.
Thinking about this, Elwyn suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.
He decided to stick to his original plan and make contact with the other party to see what this guy was up to.
When Elwyn returned to the Gryffindor Tower, Hermione was waiting for him outside the common lounge.
In the pitter-patter of the rain, her slender body leaned against the orange-red curtains in the corner.
With the bright light from the torches at both ends of the corridor, Hermione looked very beautiful as she read "Standard Incantation, Level Four" in front of her.
She was reading the book very carefully and did not notice Elwyn approaching.
Elwyn did not disturb her. He just looked at her, as if trying to imprint the image into his mind.
"Elwyn?!" After a long while, Hermione stretched like a kitten and rubbed her eyes. She seemed to have just noticed Elwyn standing in front of her.
She hurriedly closed the book and stood up. She said with a smile, "When did you come back?"
"Just now. Why didn't you go in to sleep?" Elwyn asked. "Where are the others?"
"They're all inside discussing the Triwizard Tournament, trying to bluff their way through." Hermione said, "I thought you still don't know the new password, so I stayed here to wait for you. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to get in."
Hearing Hermione's caring words, Elwyn felt especially warm and happy.
He naturally held the girl's cold little hand. All the conspiracies and dangers had left him at this moment.
Hermione did not resist and let Elwyn hold her. She only blushed.
The two stood there in silence for a few seconds, as if they had just recovered from the happy moment.
"Elwyn, what did Dumbledore call you over to say?" Hermione asked.
"He wanted me to promise not to participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Elwyn said, "You know, my age does not meet the requirements. Also, Bubbarton and Demust seem to think that I'm too strong."
"What?!" Hermione said in surprise, "They specifically banned you from the tournament?!"
"That's right. I've already promised Dumbledore," Elwyn said.
Not being able to participate in the tournament, he was just worried about his next plan.
But if the fake Moody was Keresis in disguise, then there were other ways to solve this problem. He did not need to worry so much.
Perhaps, it would be even simpler.
Elwyn felt that it might be a good choice to talk to the other party directly and figure out the vampire's purpose and plan.
If he only wanted to bring Harry's blood to Lord Voldemort, they might be able to cooperate.
Of course, before that, he had to confirm the other party's identity.
"This is very unfair, right?!" Hermione said unhappily, "They can't deprive you of the right to participate just because you're too strong. I know the tournament is very dangerous and many people have died. I don't want you to participate. But the age limit for the participants is because they don't have enough strength to protect themselves in the tournament, but you clearly have the ability … "
Hermione's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic was obviously intensifying. Her topic naturally shifted to the house-elves, and she was still upset that the Hogwarts did not pay the house-elves a salary.
"I just realized that our school and the magic world are full of all kinds of invisible discrimination and oppression, which is extremely unfair. Elwyn, what happened to you tonight is the same for the house-elves. They are being exploited as slaves. We must do something to stop this from happening … "
It seemed that she was going to write an article for the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper and was ready to ask for Elwyn's opinion.
Elwyn did not want to discuss this topic with Hermione because he knew there was no end to it.
He hurriedly pulled her to the entrance of the Gryffindor Tower, which was hidden behind a huge portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" the fat lady asked as they approached.
"Nonsense!" Hermione said.
The portrait suddenly sprang forward, revealing a big hole in the wall, and they climbed in through it.
The round common room was filled with tables and soft armchairs, and the fire crackled in the hearth.
Hermione glanced at the cheerful dancing flames, and Elwyn clearly heard her muttering "slave labor."
Next to the fireplace, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Corin, and his brother Dennis were sitting there, still talking about the Triwizard Tournament. In terms of age, these guys were not qualified to participate.
They were discussing the judge who Dumbledore said would be the warrior, and guessing who it would be.
"Whoever he is, he is the one we are going to deceive. I think one or two drops of Aging Potion," Fred said, clapping his hands.
"But Dumbledore knows you are not old enough," said Ron.
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