There were four famous wizards whose names had been passed down to this day:
The brave Gryffindor, from the desolate swamp,
The beautiful Ravenclaw, from the tranquil riverside,
The benevolent Hufflepuff, from the open valley,
The shrewd Slytherin, from the quagmire.
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In the castle in the distance, there was a faint singing sound.
The Sorting Ceremony had begun, and Hoffa did not have many choices left. For the Resurrection Spell, he would enter hell, not to mention the Hogwarts.
But Buddy Jr would definitely not be able to attend the banquet in his current state.
Left with no choice, he pulled out the box that Buddy Jr was pushing and opened it vertically like a door. Inside the box was a room of 60 square meters.
In the room, Alasto Moody, who had been stripped to his underwear, was tied to a pillar. His mouth was sealed with a chain, and he could not make a sound.
When he saw the bald young man enter, his single eye widened, and he started twisting madly and furiously, shaking the chain and making clanking sounds.
Hoffa completely ignored Moody. He threw Buddy Jr, who was moaning in pain, into the box, and then pulled out a strand of hair from the struggling Moody. He walked to the corner of the room, took out the compound decoction that Nicole Lemay had made for him, and added Moody's hair into it.
Psst!
The compound decoction gave off a puff of green smoke, and the paste became clear.
He took off his clothes, raised his head, and drank the decoction in one gulp.
Outside the box, the rain was getting heavier, and lightning was flashing.
Inside the box, Hoffa covered his head. His body was changing rapidly under the effect of the compound decoction.
His back was hunched, and countless wrinkles were growing. One of his eyes sunk inwards until it disappeared, and even his right calf shrunk until only half of it was left.
"Ugh … Ugh … Ugh … Ugh … Ugh …"
Old Moody looked at this scene, and his eyes were about to split open. He shook the chain crazily.
"Old man, your maintenance is terrible!"
Huo Fa, who had turned into Moody, stood in front of Moody's true self and calmly flicked his penis.
"Wuwuwu … Ugh … Evil … Evil … Traitor …!"
Old Moody roared hoarsely as he forced himself to let out an unwilling roar behind the chain.
"Humph, humph, I've really offended you. Serves you right for having such a calamity in your life."
Hoffa smiled indifferently. One-Legged jumped to his side and put a lock on his mouth to prevent him from making any noise.
Then, he hopped over to Buddy Jr., removed Moody's artificial leg and eye, and put them on himself.
The blue magic eye in his sunken eye socket spun on its own as soon as it went in, providing him with a 360-degree field of vision.
Then, he picked up Moody's wand. Unsurprisingly, the wand in his hand was no different from an ordinary piece of wood. It had no connection to him at all.
The crossdressing ended.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the familiar yet strange castle.
The rain was still beating intensely against the high, dark windows. There was another burst of thunder, and the glass windows were rattling. After entering the porch, the first creature that greeted him was a cat that was licking its palms while squatting on the head of the armor.
It glanced at Hoffa with its red eyes, and immediately jumped down and disappeared in a hurry with its tail up.
With Madam Loris here, Filch would not be far away.
A familiar man's loud voice came from the hall, and Hoffa felt as if he was in another world.
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"The administrator, Mr. Filch, wants me to inform everyone that this year, there are a few more prohibited items in the castle. They are the screaming ball, the flying saucer, and the combo boomerang. There are about 437 items in the list, and you can see them in Mr. Filch's office. Those who are interested can check it out … "
Outside the hall, a thin and bald old man pressed his ear against the door of the banquet hall, like a perverted husband who was peeping at his wife having an affair.
When he heard Deng Budo's words, he was so excited that he panted heavily, and his skinny palms unconsciously rubbed his chest.
"Hey."
Hoffa stood behind him and greeted him coldly.
"Ah!!"
Filch, who was addicted to eavesdropping on the rules of the school, jumped up in shock. He turned around and saw a terrifying face. He immediately raised his hands and leaned against the door. Like a surrendering soldier, he asked in a trembling voice, "You … You … You are …?"
"Send my luggage to the office of the Defense against the Dark Arts class."
He passed the suitcase that contained Old Moody and Buddy Jr to Filch and said calmly.
Filch came back to his senses and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He squeezed out a smile and said, "Oh, it's the professor. I'll go now." He took the suitcase from Hoffa's hands in a friendly and respectful manner and walked upstairs. But after turning a corner, Hoffa heard Filch complaining secretly.
"The professor came so late … What a dereliction of duty … What a dereliction of duty. Not only is he late, but he also looks so scary. I really don't know what Deng Budo is thinking. Hmph, the professors of Hogwarts are getting worse year by year …"
In the auditorium, Deng Budo's loud voice continued.
"As before, I want to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the forbidden forest on the other side of the field. As for Hogsmeade Village, all students below grade three are not allowed to visit. I also regret to inform everyone that the School Championship Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year.
This is because a large-scale event will be held in October and will last for the entire school year. It will take up a lot of the teachers' time and energy. But I believe that all of you will get a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce that this year in Hogwarts — "
At this moment, a deafening thunder sounded. The auditorium's door was slammed open and the principal's speech stopped.
Hoffa stood at the door, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak. He looked directly at Deng Budo who was about a hundred meters away from him. Was he the one who controlled Cedric to look for him?
For a moment, Hoffa even wanted to tell Deng Budo everything to see what he would say.
But he immediately guessed what Deng Budo would say when he saw him. It would be a long list of life philosophies. It would be about love, about courage, and even about accepting fate.
After the thought lingered in his mind for a while, it quietly disappeared. What did the principal's oversight have to do with him? He was tired of cleaning up other people's messes.
Deng Budo, who was speaking in front of the eagle statue in the distance, was also stunned. His eyelids drooped under his crescent-shaped glasses, as if he was surprised by Moody's appearance.
Huo Fa walked forward step by step with his wooden legs and crutches in hand.
The students in the auditorium were shocked by the ferocious appearance of old Moody and Hoffa's powerful mental strength field. For a moment, they were silent. They stared at Moody's steps. Some of them even dropped the cake in their hands.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Accompanied by the sound of the wooden leg hitting the ground, Hoffa stood in front of Deng Budo.
Albus Deng Budo was no longer the same as when Kieran first met him in the orphanage. Back then, he had a red beard and always wore an exquisite velvet robe, looking young and bright.
But now, he looked a little like the former Amando Dippet. He had a long silver beard, and his forehead was covered in wrinkles. The only difference between him and Dippet was that he was full of energy and did not look dispirited at all.
"How's the journey?"
When Moody (Hoffa) walked up to the teacher's seat, Deng Budo took the initiative to extend his hand and asked gently.
"It's fine."
Hoffa also extended his hand and shook Deng Budo's dry and slender hand.
"Did you patrol the area just now?"
Deng Budo held Kieran's hand and asked softly.
"Yes.
Are there any traces of the Dark Sorcerers? "
Deng Budo asked jokingly.
"They are everywhere."
Hoffa said coldly.
Deng Budo could not help but laugh. He patted Moody (Hoffa) on the shoulder and pointed to the seat on his right. "Thank you for your hard work this year."
Hoffa sat down. Severus Snape, who had greasy hair, moved his chair as if he did not want to be too close to Hoffa.
Although the food on the student's table had been removed, there were still some leftovers on the teacher's seat. Only then did Huo Fa realize how hungry he was. He shook his head and pulled a plate of sausages over. He raised it to his broken nose and sniffed it. It was a familiar smell.
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and the paper turned into a small knife. He stabbed the knife into one of the sausages and ate it as if there was no one around.
"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against Dark Magic teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence. "Professor Moody."
There were only a few sounds in the auditorium. Only Deng Budo and Hagrid were clapping.
Hoffa did not care at all. He sympathized with Moody. The old man had been catching Dark Sorcerers his whole life, but his popularity was not as high as the swindler Gidro Lockhart. The reason was probably because Lockhart looked better.
He took out a compound soup from his pocket and drank a mouthful. He looked at the teacher's seat. Severus Snape was looking at him cautiously. The little Professor Flitwick was happily talking to Hufflepuff's Pomona Sprout.
"Ahem …"
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I said just now," he looked at the many students in front of him with a smile and said, "in the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very wonderful event, which has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Top Three Tournament will be held in Hogwarts this year. "
"You're kidding!" Fred Weasley said loudly.
The tense atmosphere that had been shrouding the auditorium since Moody entered was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed. Dumbledore also laughed softly in admiration.
"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said. "But since you mentioned it, I heard a very interesting joke. It was about a monster, a hag, and a dwarf demon. They all went to the same tavern …"
When Hoffa felt that he was almost full, he pushed his plate away and looked at Dumbledore. He looked exactly as described in the original book. There was no trace of the dark side that he had imagined, and he did not recognize Moody's true identity.
Who was looking for him in the dark?
Could it be Grindelwald?
No … That's not right. Grindelwald had seen me bald before.
Just as Hoffa was thinking, he felt that someone was looking at him.
He turned his head and saw the head of Gryffindor sitting on the left of Dumbledore. Professor Mille Mag was staring at the knife in his hand with her mouth slightly open.
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A few minutes later, Deng Bulido had finished explaining all the rules and regulations of the Top Three Tournament.
The banquet ended in a happy atmosphere. When everyone was leaving the banquet hall, Dumbledore suddenly called out to Huo Fa.
"Moody, wait a minute."
Huo Fa froze on the spot, just like Zhao Gongming who heard Shen Gongbao call out to his friend. He slowly turned his head and stared at Deng Ledo with his blue demon eyes.
Since he was already here, he still wanted to do something bad. This former teacher in front of him was a hurdle that he had to cross. He was nervous to have a private conversation with this top wizard.
When everyone in the auditorium had left, Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa. The smile on his face gradually disappeared and was replaced by a worried expression. "Did you go to Foggy? What did he say?"
Hoffa was stunned and immediately realized that something was wrong.
Moody was one of the members of Dumbledore's Phoenix Society. Previously, Dumbledore asked Moody to look for the head of the Ministry of Magic, Connelly Foggy for some reason. That was why Dumbledore asked him to stay for a talk.
However, whether old Moody went to Foggy or not and what Foggy said, Hoffa and Bach had no idea. He only temporarily disguised himself as Moody tonight.
Silence.
Dumbledore looked at Hoffa.
His worried expression became a little confused.
Looking at the old professor's worried blue eyes, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down Hoffa's forehead. He realized that he had to say something. If he kept silent, he might give himself away.
"What else can I say?" Hoffa said calmly. "You know the head of the Ministry of Magic."
He kicked the ball back.
"Hiss …"
Dumbledore turned around with his hands behind his back.
"So, he's completely indifferent to your discovery?"
"Yes, he's completely indifferent."
Dumbledore worriedly stuck his fingers into his silver hair and looked very irritated. "Foggy, Foggy, how can you value power so much that you don't care when your own people go missing?"
Hoffa's face was expressionless, but his heart was beating so fast that he was praising himself for being smart.
He speculated that Moody should have reported the disappearance of the people at the Quidditch World Cup to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore also asked Moody to ask Foggy for help.
So, Dumbledore had already realized the existence of Grindelwald? He could not help but smile.
"No, we can't let Liddell continue to do evil like this," Dumbledore said firmly. Dumbledore said firmly. "This year, you should spare some time after the class. We will send more people to search for Peter the Short Star."
Uh … Hoffa's smile disappeared.
Did Dumbledore think that the disappearance of people everywhere was Tom Liddell's masterpiece?
"I think … Lord Voldemort might not be the only threat …" Hoffa thought for a while and said slowly.
"What did you say?"
Dumbledore frowned.
Hoffa said tentatively, "I said, Lord Voldemort and Wormtail are only two people, and they can't do anything too outrageous. Maybe, there are other Dark Wizards … "
"Moody, what are you thinking? Why haven't I seen you being so reserved before?" Dumbledore frowned.
Hoffa immediately realized that Mad Eye Moody was a hot-tempered Aura, completely different from himself. The more he hesitated, the more Dumbledore felt that something was wrong.
"Grindelwald!"
He immediately said, "I suspect that Grindelwald is behind this."
Dumbledore's eyes suddenly sharpened. "What did you say?"
"I'm just speculating."
Moody (Hoffa) flung his cloak and stood up. "Lord Voldemort has lost his servant and is now at death's door. I think he alone can't make so many people disappear without a trace. There must be someone else in the dark. "
Dumbledore looked at Hoffa, and his sharp eyes dimmed little by little. Finally, he sighed. "Impossible. You're too paranoid, Arastor. Gellert Grindelwald could no longer stir up any waves. Don't worry. "
"Why?"
Hoffa's eyes widened, and he was completely puzzled.
"His fate has been sealed." Dumbledore waved his hand. "Don't worry."
"He's been sealed? What does that mean? "
"Forget it."
Dumbledore's eyes showed a hint of sadness, but it soon disappeared without a trace. "You don't have to worry about that. I have a small request about this year's class."
"What is it?"
"In history, every time the Top Three Tournament happens, there will be frequent chaos. When the wizards gather together, it's impossible to have a quiet tea.
I think our students urgently need the ability to protect themselves, so I would like you to demonstrate the three unforgivable curses to them. "
Hoffa's expression was a little dull.
After a pause, Dumbledore continued, "Also, if possible, I hope you can focus on Harry Potter."
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