After Deng Budo finished, he looked at Moody (Hoffa) quietly. Huo Fa nodded and said calmly, "I see. I understand."
Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with his blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses. The look made Hoffa's hair stand on end. He pretended to be unhappy and asked, "What's wrong, Abusi?"
"Last year, you argued with me about hiring Remus. You said I didn't follow the rules. This year, you are surprisingly easy to talk to. I thought that you would question my arrangements like last year. "
Damn! You think I want to teach? You are full of twists and turns!
Huo Fa cursed Deng Budo in his heart, but he had to put on a nonchalant expression. "Times have changed. The students are getting worse with each generation. To be honest, Abusi, I've been dissatisfied with your soft teaching methods for a long time. Now that you've made such a request, it's exactly what I want. It's time to be tougher with those greenhouse flowers."
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "I thought you were a different person. You are so easy to talk to. But now, it seems that you are still as hot-tempered as before."
"I just say what I want to say."
Huo Fa kept a straight face as he said in all seriousness.
"Alright, I got it. Old friend, go and get ready."
Dumbledore patted his arm and said, "Don't always be so serious. You will scare the students."
With that, he turned around and left through the passageway behind the auditorium.
When Dumbledore's back disappeared from the hall, Hoffa's calm face suddenly changed.
Dumbledore wanted him to teach the three Unforgivable Curses. He had never used the three Unforgivable Curses before. He didn't like mind control, nor did he like heart-wrenching torture. Avatar's Life was too inefficient for him.
The worst thing was that he didn't have a wand. Although he had Moody's wand, he couldn't use it at all. Although he knew how to cast some basic spells without a staff, such as Fluorescent Spell, Shield Spell, Clear Spring Spell, and so on, if he directly cast without a staff in class, he would definitely be noticed.
Hoffa thought that he could not rely on himself. Fortunately, he had Buddy Jr. As an old Death Eater, Buddy Jr must be familiar with the Three Unforgivable Curses.
However, Buddy Jr.'s current state …
He quickened his pace and followed the spiral staircase to the Defense Against Black Magic office on the third floor.
Filch had already placed his suitcase on the table in his office. He locked the door and dragged the suitcase into his lounge.
The lounge was a long room with wooden planks on all four sides. The room was filled with mismatched old chairs and a wooden bed. This room had belonged to Remus Lupin last year. Although the guy had left, Hoffa could still smell the unique scent of werewolves in the air.
There was a timetable on the table. He picked it up and looked at it. Oh, there were only three days left for the first class. There were only three days left for him to master the Three Unforgivable Curses.
He didn't dare to hesitate and quickly opened the suitcase and went in.
As soon as he entered the box, he was shocked. It was pitch black inside the box, but with his night vision, he saw Little Barty crawling beside Old Moody's leg with a twisted expression. He was hugging Old Moody's only leg and rubbing his face against it as he touched it.
"Sparkle … Sparkle … Mother … Mother …"
He kept saying Sparkle and Mother. His fingers were abnormally strong and pierced Old Moody's thigh. Blood flowed out from between his fingers and spilled all over the floor.
Looking at Old Moody, he was probably going crazy. His whole body was chained and he couldn't make any sound. He could only shake the chains on his body and try to get rid of the lunatic who rubbed his face on his leg.
When he heard the box being opened, Old Moody struggled even harder. As he struggled, not only did Little Barty grab Old Moody's leg, he even bit down on it without hesitation. He bit down hard.
Isn't this too sick … Huo Fa thought to himself. He quickly walked to Little Barty's side and called out his name, "Barty, Little Barty?"
Buddy Jr was indifferent. He rolled his eyes and didn't even look at him. He just bit Old Moody's leg. Huo Fa had no choice but to pinch his cheeks and forcefully pull his face away from Moody's leg.
"Sparkle … I want Sparkle …"
Buddy Jr didn't respond. He thought Old Moody was Sparkle and muttered in confusion. "Sparkle … Sparkle, the bad guy is here, the bad guy is here …"
Bad guy, you gargoyle!
Don't you know who you are? Wake up!
Hoffa slapped Buddy Jr's face with all his might.
"Sparkle … Sparkle, you bastard … Where are you going? How dare you abandon your master …? " He didn't respond. He didn't feel any pain, and he didn't care who was hitting him. He just repeated the message that he wanted Sparkle.
What should I do?
Hoffa felt a headache coming on for a moment. Old Joey didn't lie to him back then. If a person with low spiritual power was blown by the cold wind of the Underworld, he would only become a lunatic with no clear mind.
Of course, he could completely ignore Buddy Jr's life and abandon him mercilessly, just like Lord Voldemort did.
But he urgently needed him to wake up. At least, he had to teach him the Three Unforgivable Curses.
In his confusion, Buddy Jr hugged Hoffa's wooden leg and licked it. "Sparkle … Sparkle … You bastard … slurp slurp …"
He cursed as he licked.
He wanted Sparkle?
Hoffa rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought. Buddy Jr seemed to have extraordinary feelings for his house elf named Sparkle.
At this moment, Sparkle should be working in the kitchen of the Hogwarts. If he found the house elf, could Buddy Jr really be cured?
He didn't know, but there didn't seem to be any other way out.
He could only try everything he could.
With that in mind, Hoffa secured Buddy Jr in the box, then left the Defense Against Black Magic office and entered the deep night of the Hogwarts.
At this moment, the Hogwarts itself seemed to have the atmosphere of a tomb. The stairs were like a dark passage in a movie theater. With every step, sensitive portraits turned their heads. Hoffa could hear his own footsteps echoing on the glass above his head. Looking up, he could see that the light emitted from the skylight was dispersing outside the transparent roof.
He walked all the way down the hall. He missed the Hogwarts at night. He had almost forgotten the joy of traveling at night, the joy of wandering outside the rules.
More than 50 years ago, when Silby invaded the Hogwarts, Ravenclaw's common room suffered a destructive invasion. At that time, Ravenclaw's students were displaced and had to temporarily live near Hufflepuff's common room.
It was also at that time that Hoffa learned the location of the kitchen. Although 50 years had passed, for this school, it was just the blink of an eye. Nothing had changed.
Following his memory, Huo Fa came to a wide stone corridor. Under the dim light of the torches, the walls were decorated with oil paintings. The paintings were mainly of food.
At this time, he heard people chatting in the dim corridor.
"Cedric, are you sure you're not free next week?" A girl said sadly.
"I'm a little busy, Selina, and I have an appointment next week," the man said righteously.
"Hmph." The woman pouted sourly. "Are you Ravenclaw's ball seeker?"
"My relationship with her is not what you think …"
Hoffa deliberately increased the sound of his footsteps. His wooden legs hit the ground and made a thumping sound.
"Who's there?"
Cedric asked.
Hoffa appeared at the end of the corridor. He could see a girl's figure flash by and disappear into the oil painting on the wall. Outside the oil painting, a tall and handsome boy stood. He was wearing a black and yellow robe, and on his chest was a glittering captain's medal.
"Professor Moody?"
Cedric exclaimed.
"Good luck with women, Diggory," Hoffa said, limping towards him.
"What … what are you doing here?" Cedric looked a little embarrassed. "It's curfew."
"I'm late for the banquet. I didn't eat much tonight. I'm a little hungry and want to get some food from the kitchen," Hoffa said casually.
"Oh, I see."
Cedric looked enlightened. He patted his chest and said, "This is a small matter. Leave it to me. I'll help you get it from the kitchen."
"I'll go with you." Hoffa stood beside him.
"Oh, okay, this way." Cedric reached out his hand and led the way for Hoffa. The torches on the wall pulled their shadows long.
As the two walked, Hoffa looked at him sideways. "Diggory?"
"Yes, Professor?"
"Why are you looking for that young man on the train?"
"Who, what young man?" Cedric looked confused.
"A young man with gray hair."
Cedric Diggory thought for a long time and said in confusion, "I've never seen anyone with gray hair."
"What about golden eyes?"
"That's even less likely. What are you talking about?"
"Well, nothing."
Hoffa thought that he was indeed under the Soul Seizing Spell. "Then were you with a friend on the train?"
When Hoffa asked this, Cedric blushed, which was rare. He did not answer. Instead, he stood in front of a painting of a fruit plate. He reached out his index finger and gently scratched the green pear in the painting. The pear wriggled and giggled. Suddenly, it turned into a large green doorknob. Cedric grabbed it and pulled the door open. He bent slightly in front of the door, like the most competent waiter.
The kitchen of Hogwarts was a large room with a high ceiling. It was as large as the hall above. There were many Sparkle -shaped copper pots and basins on the stone walls. There was a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.
"Professor, this is the kitchen. It's full of house elves. Can you get used to it?"
"It's okay. I can do it alone. Thank you, Diggory," Hoffa said reservedly.
"It's my pleasure to help you," Cedric said. He slowly stepped back and disappeared.
Seeing Diggory's back disappear into Hufflepuff's painting, Hoffa stood in place and thought for a moment. Then, he bent down and went into the kitchen.
The house elves in the kitchen all turned their heads and looked at the person who came in. Their big eyes were full of curiosity. They were basically all wearing the same old tea towels. They had big ears and eyes. Some were holding plates, some were holding teapots, and some were holding rags.
"Do you have a house elf called Sparkle here?" Hoffa stood in front of a group of house elves and asked.
The house elves looked at each other. Just as the group of identical house elves was about to answer him, a completely different house elf squeezed out of its companions.
It had a teapot warmer on its head with a bunch of colorful badges pinned on it. A horseshoe-patterned tie hung on its bare chest. It was wearing something similar to children's soccer shorts and a pair of mismatched socks on its feet.
"Sir, what are you looking for Sparkle for?" The unique house elf asked him.
When the other elves around him saw him coming over, they all avoided him like the plague.
Hoffa narrowed his eyes and recognized it. D.O.B.I, a free spirit among the house elves, was a loyal fan of Harry Potter.
This made him fall into deep thought. If other elves led the way, there would be no problem. Only this one could not.
Harry was a troublemaker, and this guy was also a troublemaker. There was a deep connection between the two troublemakers. He could not expose his identity and purpose in front of them.
"You, you are … the Malfoy's house elf?" Hoffa said slowly.
"Yes, I am … No!" D. U. O. B. I quickly shook his head and made a patting sound.
"D.O.B.I is a free house elf, different from all other house elves!" It asked seriously, "Sir, what are you looking for Sparkle for?"
Hoffa didn't care about D.O.B.I's question. He said slowly, "But Lucius Malfoy didn't say that to me."
"What did he say? Master … What did Lucius say? "
"He said that you are a traitor, a disloyal servant, and that although you don't want to be a servant, you are actually Harry Potter's servant."
"How dare he say that." D.O.B.I screamed, "D.O.B.I and Harry Potter are friends! Lucius, Lucius is a, an evil witch … "
As soon as he scolded, his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and he made a sound that was almost suffocating.
Then, he ran to the side uncontrollably, picked up a pan and smashed it on his head, "D.O.B.I, bad D.O.B.I … How can you say bad things about master … bad D.O.B.I!!"
Looking at D.O.B.I's cruel punishment, Hoffa shrugged apologetically. He found a normal looking elf among the peeping elves and asked, "Have you seen a little elf named Sparkle?"
"You mean that crybaby?" The normal house elf asked.
"Uh … Yes."
"Come with me, sir." The normal house elf didn't ask him why he came. "She just finished crying, sir. Don't be scared."
The normal elf took Hoffa through four long wooden tables, walked into the kitchen inside, and pointed to the fireplace in the corner. "Look, isn't that?"
Sparkle was sitting on a stool beside the fire, her eyes blank. She was different from D.O.B.I and wore different clothes from other elves. It seemed that she didn't just casually find clothes to wear. She was wearing a Zizi skirt and jacket and a matching blue hat with two holes in it, revealing her two big ears. Hoffa guessed that the outfit should have been given to her by Old Barty Crouch when he fired her.
"Sparkle."
Hoffa squatted beside her.
Sparkle glanced at him, her lips trembling, and then she burst into tears. Tears rolled out of her big brown eyes and sprinkled on her chest.
"Look, it's her." The normal elf who led the way for Hoffa said, "If you ask me, this kind of guy who was kicked out by master definitely can't do the work of serving people. If you have anything, you can come to me."
"Thank you." Hoffa touched the elf's head. "But forget it."
"As you wish."
The normal house-elf bowed to Hoffa and retreated.
Hoffa focused his attention on the crying guy, who was crying sorrowfully. She cried and shouted, "I know you, I know you, you're the devil who sent my little master to prison! You harmed me and my master's family, what are you doing here now? "
"Don't mind, I'll take you to see your master."
Hoffa, who had turned into Moody, whispered into her ear.
"Too late, too late, it's all too late!"
Sparkle cried desperately. "Master, master doesn't want me anymore!"
"Yes, little master." Hoffa lowered his voice to the limit.
Sparkle cried and looked at Hoffa in confusion.
"Your little master is with me, and he needs you more than ever."
The crying stopped abruptly.
.....
.....
Ten minutes later.
Hoffa took Sparkle back to the Defense Against Black Magic office on the third floor and took her into the box.
As soon as she entered, Twinkle was curious about the two identical Moodys, but when she saw the pitiful guy who was paralyzed on the ground, constantly twitching and drooling, she instantly threw everything to the back of her mind.
"Little master, little master, what's wrong?" She dashed forward with her slender legs and pressed on Little Barty's chest. "Little Master, Little Master, say something. Who bullied you?"
"Sparkle … Sparkle …"
Buddy Jr, with a ferocious expression, grabbed the elf's ear. In the chaos, he tore at the elf's ear, but the elf didn't struggle. She pressed his head against her chest, held his chin, and said softly, "It's all right, master, it's all right, Sparkle is here."
Buddy Jr, who had been in a state of chaos, suddenly quieted down.
He sniffed, and his tense body relaxed.
"Little master, Sparkle is here, it's all right, it's all right."
Hoffa looked at Buddy Jr and Sparkle snuggling together, and a strange feeling of confusion appeared in his heart. If he took away their outer shell, it seemed that the things inside were not so unbearable.
After Buddy Jr completely quieted down, he fell into a deep sleep and even began to snore.
At this moment, Twinkle stood up and angrily went to Huo Fa and asked, "What did you do to him?"
She looked like an old mother who was protecting her child.
"Me?"
The time for the compound soup was up. Hoffa turned his head, and his body quickly grew taller, changing from a ferocious Aura to a handsome bald teenager.
"I didn't do anything, it's your master's bad luck."
"It's you! You're not that … the one from the World Cup!? "
"It's me." Hoffa narrowed his eyes. "What's your relationship with Buddy Jr?"
"Just a normal master and servant."
"A normal master and servant? Just a normal master and servant. "Hoffa was suspicious." You two are too close. "
"I was the one who raised Young Master. Of course, it's normal that we're closer than the others," Twinkle caressed little Barty's face as she said in an intoxicated manner. She looked as if she was looking at a rare piece of art.
"You raised him?" Hoffa immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Where are his parents? Where's Old Barty?"
Sparkle wiped his tears and said, "Old master … Old master is too busy with work, and Mistress … Mistress isn't in good health and is bedridden all year round … They, they can't, can't take care of the young master!"
Hoffa's eyes widened. "Did you teach him something improper?!"
"I, I didn't." Sparkle looked at him blankly.
Hoffa: "Then, did you tell him anything about values?"
"Oh, you mean that? Sparkle often reasoned with the young master when he was young."
Twinkle hugged Little Barty's head with longing and happiness. Her eyes were bright and watery. "The young man was very obedient when he was young. It was just that he would be unhappy sometimes, especially when the old master ignored him. At that time, I told the young master that if he was unhappy, he should serve others. That way, he would be happy ~"
Hoffa looked at Sparkle's big, innocent eyes and felt infinite horror for a moment.
"So, you're … raising him like a house elf?"
"Is there a problem? That's what Sparkle's ancestors taught Sparkle, and that's what Sparkle's ancestors taught their ancestors, and their ancestors' ancestors' ancestors' ancestors … "
"Stop!"
Hoffa broke out in a cold sweat.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
Even though he had supreme transformation skills and the divine power of the night, he couldn't change a person's mind. He looked at Buddy Jr in Sparkle's arms. This guy, on the outside, was human. But deep down, he probably already thought of himself as a house elf.
He constantly served others to obtain the value of his existence. But at the same time, his dignity as a human and as a wizard didn't allow him to truly act like a house elf, who didn't care what kind of master he had.
So he refused to accept the weak and sickly Lord Voldemort, who constantly urged him to do something "earth-shattering." But deep down, he was like a house elf, infinitely humble and helpless.
Because his terrible childhood education had already obliterated his sense of self.
"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"
Sparkle begged in a low voice. After discovering that Hoffa wasn't the real Moody, her attitude toward Hoffa unexpectedly improved.
Hoffa sat down and briefly told Sparkle about Buddy Jr's mental breakdown.
After listening, Sparkle sighed sadly and rubbed her bald head, looking like she was trying to think of a solution.
"How long do you think it will take for him to wake up?" Hoffa asked.
"At least a week." "The same thing happened to the young master when he first returned from Azkaban," Twinkle said worriedly, "The same thing happened to the young master when he first returned from Azkaban. At that time, I took care of him for a whole week before he regained his sanity. "
Sparkle clenched her fists. "I'll come every night, and I won't let anyone bully Little Master."
"One week … it's over."
Hoffa immediately threw his sympathy for Buddy Jr to the back of his mind.
He only had three days left. Three days later, he had to demonstrate the three unforgivable curses that he didn't understand at all in front of Harry Potter.
What should he do?
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