"Director, Mr. Moody wants to see you."
In the director's office of the Ministry of Magic, a thin woman in a wizard's robe said carefully while holding a stack of documents.
Connelly Foggy leaned against the wide chair with a displeased expression and threw the documents he was reading on the table. "What is he doing here again? Is it about the World Cup?"
"That's right."
The secretary replied.
"Tell him I'm in a meeting. I'm very busy and have no time to see him."
Foggy waved his hand impatiently and picked up the documents on the table.
"Okay, I'll tell him now."
The secretary nodded and walked to the door.
"Wait!"
Foggy stopped his secretary again.
"What's wrong, Director?"
Connelly Foggy's expression eased a little. "Also. Tell him that school is about to start. Tell him to prepare for his classes and don't come here for no reason. "
"Okay, I'll go now … Ah!!"
The secretary who opened the door screamed and the documents in her hand fell to the ground.
Because when she opened the door, she saw a cripple standing in front of her with a solemn expression. He was wearing an old black robe and had two glass balls on his waist. He was missing a leg and had replaced it with a wooden prosthetic leg.
Under his thick dark gray hair, his face was scarred. A large piece of his nose was missing and he looked very ferocious.
What was even more terrifying was his eyes. One of his eyes was small, black, and beady. It was very normal. The other one was big, round, and bright blue. It was spinning crazily.
"Mr. … Mr. Moody, why are you here?"
The secretary squatted down in shock and hurriedly tidied up the scattered documents.
At this time, two young officials from the Ministry of Magic caught up from behind and panted. They held onto the door frame of the director of the Ministry of Magic. "He … he left. He left too quickly. Director, I'm … I'm sorry."
After that, the two young men grabbed the one-legged old man's arm and said anxiously, "Let's go, Mr. Moody. It's against the rules to barge in like this. The director is very busy."
The one-legged, one-eyed old man was unmoved. His blue magic eyes stared straight at Connelly Foggy. The scene was a little chaotic for a moment.
"Enough!"
In such a chaotic scene, Connelly Foggy coughed out of annoyance, "What are you doing here? Don't you have work to do? Get out!"
"Uh … Yes, Minister."
The two employees of the Ministry of Magic who had been pulling on him let go resentfully.
The secretary also patted her flat chest, turned sideways around the one-legged old man with a serious expression, and hurriedly escaped from this place.
"Crazy man, what are you doing here again?"
After everyone left, Connelly Foggy waved his hand in irritation. "How many times have I reminded you? Don't come to my office for no reason! Do you think you haven't retired yet? "
"Trust me, if it wasn't something very important, I wouldn't have come looking for you for days on end."
Moody limped to Connelly's desk with his wooden legs. His speed was not slower than that of a normal person, and he was even faster.
A trace of disgust flashed in Connelly Foggy's eyes. "Is it because of the Mark of the Dark Demon in the Quidditch World Cup again? Listen, Moody, for the time being, I'm not sure if this is the work of the mysterious man or a crazy fanatic. "
"This time, it's not for the Lord Voldemort."
The one-legged, one-eyed man reached into his pocket, took out a few photos, and threw them on the desk of the Minister of the Ministry of Magic.
"These are the photos that I found out from my investigation. Some Bulgarians took them by accident."
Connelly Foggy frowned and picked up the photos on the desk. His expression was one of disgust as if he was picking up cat poop with his bare hands.
In the photos, a few vague figures could be vaguely seen. They wore strange birdcage-shaped helmets and stood in the crowd. Their bodies were flashing with green light.
Crazy Eye Moody said, "My eyes can see some things that ordinary people can't see. In the chaos after the World Cup in Quidditch that day, I saw the green light shining everywhere and the crowd disappearing silently. I've been investigating this matter these days.
There's evidence that on the day of the World Cup in Quidditch, there was another group of people who secretly took advantage of the World Cup. A group of people who may be more dangerous than the Lord Voldemort. "
Connelly Foggy rubbed his temples with a headache and threw the photos back. "Then, what do you want me to believe with these inexplicable photos?"
"Not just the photos."
The one-eyed old man took out a plastic-sealed bag from his pocket and put it in front of Connelly Foggy. Connelly Foggy lowered his head and saw a few pieces of charred bone fragments in the plastic bag. There were some strange scratches on the bone fragments.
Crazy Eye Moody said, "This is the sample I brought back from the World Cup in Quidditch. I detected a very terrible radioactive magic substance in it. This element doesn't belong to any known magic system at all. The last time it appeared was 50 years ago in Germany, so …"
"So what are you trying to say?"
Connelly Foggy didn't even want to pick up the sample bag. He just wanted to get rid of this eccentric old man as soon as possible.
Crazy Eye Moody said, "I'm sure that after the World Cup ended that day, someone spread panic and even death at the scene."
"What kind of paranoia do you have!?"
Connelly Foggy shouted. "The injured people have been sent to Saint-Mango. Now they've basically been cured and have returned home. How can there be death?"
"Someone's missing! Minister Foggy! "
The one-eyed old man said seriously, "I don't know if you've noticed, but after the World Cup ended, the Sports Department had a large number of layoffs. Almost all the employees in charge of the game were fired."
"Shouldn't they be fired?"
Connelly Foggy's suppressed emotions suddenly burst out. "So many people watched the World Cup, so many people were in charge of it. In the end, just after the game, in front of so many people, the Mark of the Black Devil appeared and made everyone panic. If I were Barty, I would also fire those good-for-nothings … "
"That's not the point, minister!"
Moody interrupted him in a deep voice. "Just a few days ago, I went door to door to the homes of the Ministry of Magic officials who were fired by Barty Crouch, but I found that none of them were at home. All the people who were fired had disappeared!"
"It's none of your business. If they're really missing, why didn't their families report it? Does going on vacation mean they're dead in your eyes?"
Foggy laughed angrily. "Previously it was Bertha Jorkins, and this time it's a group of people whose names I don't even know. Do we have to go to your house every day to clock in before we can continue to work?"
"Shouldn't we investigate?"
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll assume that you're right, but then what? The World Cup is already over. Do you still want me to investigate those people one by one? "
Connelly Foggy had a headache. "My God, do you know how many countries that is? Do you know how many people that is? Do you know how many things I still have to deal with in this year's Trifecta? The three big schools, guests from various countries, all kinds of magical creatures, damn it! "
"Minister, please believe me. There must be something behind this. Maybe there's someone more terrifying than Lord Voldemort …"
"Don't mention that name in front of me!"
Foggy was furious.
"Maybe there's someone more terrifying than the Mystery Man, lurking in the dark, and we don't even know his purpose!"
Moody said worriedly, but Connelly Foggy was not moved at all.
Gradually, his face fell completely. "Are you trying to say that under my rule, not only did the Black Devil appear, but there's also a Black Devil who's more terrifying than … than the Mystery Man?"
"It's not impossible."
"It's not impossible …"
Foggy leaned back, and the chair moved back into the vegetation by the floor-to-ceiling window. He crossed his fingers and squinted at the stern-looking old man in front of him. "Alastor Moody, are you going to work at the Hogwarts this year?"
"That's right."
"Okay." Foggy crossed his arms, looking like he was watching a show. "Since there's so much evil in the world, you and Dumbledore can deal with these things together. Doesn't the Phoenix Society like to take charge of things? Just do it. Isn't this the meaning of your existence? "
"Sir Foggy!"
Mad Eye Moody raised his voice, stepped forward, and pressed on the table, wanting to say more.
"Enough!"
Connelly Foggy could no longer restrain his suppressed anger. He slammed the table, stood up, looked up at Moody's chin, and said fiercely, "You've already retired. Don't try to make your presence known in my place! I advise you not to overstep your boundaries! "
After breathing heavily for a while, Foggy picked up the glass of water in front of him and took a sip with trembling hands, calming himself down.
"Alastor Moody, the Ministry of Magic now has the director of the Defense of Black Magic Department. If you encounter something again, you can contact Rufus Scrimgeour. If he finds it true after investigation, he'll naturally report it to me."
After a few seconds of silence.
Alastor Moody didn't speak.
"Do you have anything else?"
"Nope."
Connelly Foggy waved his hand like he was shooing away a fly. "Then do as I say. I don't want to see your face in this office again."
Alastor Moody picked up the photos and samples on the table, turned around, and limped out of the office. After he closed the door and left, Connelly Foggy angrily threw the quill on the table, splashing a pool of ink.
"Damn it, old lunatic."
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"Damn it, believe it or not, Mr. Bach. When I catch that old lunatic, I'll pull out his intestines, wrap them around his neck three times, and strangle him to death!"
On the other side, in a motel, a yellow-haired youth said agitatedly.
"I want him alive," a bald youth said indifferently.
He stood in front of the window and held a pair of binoculars in his hand.
"Okay, then I'll catch him later. I'll use the Heart Drilling Curse on him a hundred times. I'll listen to his screams and shoot at his face, blasting that old monster's ugly face! Believe it or not, Mr. Bach? "
"I want him to be mentally stable."
"Then I'll break his limbs and stuff his whole body into the toilet bowl, leaving only his head exposed. He'll live on liquid food every day! Believe it or not, Mr. Bach? "
"Shut up." Hoffa put down the binoculars in his hand. "Believe it or not, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll stuff you into the toilet bowl."
Buddy Jr shut his mouth resentfully. He leaned on the window sill of the motel and looked at the dilapidated single-family old building across the street. He touched the dust on the window sill with his finger, his expression both disgusted and pleased.
It was about four o 'clock in the afternoon, one night before Hogwarts started school. Two days ago, he and Buddy Jr found Alastor Moody's residence in the northwest suburbs of London.
After they found it, they rented a hotel nearby and monitored the lunatic's house. For some reason, although they found Moody's residence, the guy didn't return and went missing.
After waiting for another half an hour, Buddy Jr looked across the street anxiously.
"Damn it, why isn't that old lunatic back yet? Mr. Bach, did we find the wrong place? If you ask me, that old thing used to capture a lot of people when he was an Aura. The Ministry of Magic must have given him a lot of benefits. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be living in such a crappy place. "
"It can't be wrong."
Hoffa said with certainty.
"How can you be so sure? We asked a random passerby about this location." Buddy Jr muttered, "If I were that old thing, I'd have hidden long ago. It wouldn't be so easy to find."
How can you be so sure? Hoffa didn't answer and sneered inwardly.
Because in the original work, old Moody was killed by "Buddy Jr" tonight. According to the plot, even if he found a random place to lie down, it could be next to Moody's house.
Sure enough, it didn't take long.
A one-eyed, one-legged old man slowly walked over from the street. He held a cane and carried a paper bag. He looked like he was having a hard time walking.
Buddy Jr, who had been staring out the window, exclaimed, "He's back.
"He's back, you're really something, Mr. Bach!"
"Got it."
Hoffa wasn't surprised at all. In fact, he was a little bored. Everything was as he expected.
Buddy Jr leaned on the window sill and looked at the one-eyed, one-legged old man walking by downstairs. His face revealed an unforgettable hatred.
"Old thing! See if I don't tear you to pieces later! "
The one-eyed, one-legged old man seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the second floor of the motel. His blue eyes looked around a few times, but he didn't find anything. He lowered his head and walked into the dilapidated house in front of him under the setting sun.
After he entered the house, Hoffa released his hand from Buddy Jr's shoulder. The two slowly exited the Ghost Walk state.
Buddy Jr said bitterly, "Damn, your nose is the same as before. It's so sharp."
"Are you still going to do it yourself?" Hoffa asked.
Over the past few days, ever since Buddy Jr and Crouch found out that they were looking for Moody, they had been talking for dozens of hours. Almost all of the time, he was fantasizing about killing Mad Eye Moody in all kinds of cruel ways. Beheading, dismembering, burning, or even drilling him to death.
If talking could kill, Mad Eye Moody would have died no less than six hundred times.
"Of course I'm going to do it myself. “
Buddy Jr clenched his fists tightly. "Thirteen years ago, he was the one who took me to Azkaban. This time, I'm going to make him pay with interest!"
Hoffa frowned suspiciously. "Are you sure you can beat him?"
"Don't worry, he's just a retired Aura."
Little Barty took out a new wand that he had just bought from Diagon Alley two days ago from his pocket. "Mr. Bach, trust me. I can beat up a hundred people like him!"
Hoffa looked at the time. The sun was about to set.
"Then it's up to you. Be careful, I want him alive and mentally sound. Don't —"
Before he could finish, Buddy Jr disappeared from Hoffa's side by Mirage.
Hoffa squinted at the house in the distance and raised his binoculars. In the round lens, Buddy Jr appeared in front of Alastor Moody's house. He waved his wand and barged into the house.
Then, there was a series of explosions from the dilapidated house. The glass on the window was yellow, blue, and red. Finally, it was shattered by the blast. A Muggle who was walking his dog was splashed by the broken glass and ran away screaming.
About twenty seconds later.
The house quieted down.
"Damn it!"
Hoffa put down his binoculars and hurriedly left the motel to Moody's house.
Another ten seconds passed.
Barty Crouch Jr. dragged an old man covered in wounds out of the house and stood silently at the door.
Moody's jaw was broken and his wooden legs were gone. He looked at Hoffa and his jaw shook a few times without making a sound.
"Do you want to come and take him away?"
Buddy Jr looked at Hoffa and asked with a half-smile.
Hoffa didn't say anything and walked toward the two.
Suddenly, Buddy Jr pulled out his wand.
A bolt of lightning shot out from the wand and went straight for Hoffa's head.
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