After the dinner, Dumbledore and Moody returned to the Headmaster's office together. Moody was sitting under the chair, his magic eye moving wildly. The portraits of the principals were all looking at it, pointing and whispering.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a cup of ashwagandha tea appeared on the table. This magical plant comes from India and helps relieve fatigue and help you fall asleep.
The principal did not give Moody a drink. His old friend was always cautious and would never drink tea given by others in a separate environment.
"Albus, in the next Triwizard Tournament, there will be two Death Eaters wandering around Hogwarts." Moody said in a hoarse voice: "Even when the Wizarding War was at its most intense, there was no such thing. Are you too trusting about the situation, are you really not afraid that something will happen to those little wizards?"
"Alastor, Severus was indeed a Death Eater, but he turned to our side before Voldemort's fall and took great risks to spy for me." Dumbledore picked up the cup and gently He took a sip and said in a calm voice, "He is no longer a Death Eater."
"Do you really trust Severus Snape?" Moody said with a suspicious look.
"Of course, what reason do I have to distrust him? He has never let me down in anything I asked him to do." Dumbledore looked at Moody and said seriously: "I hope you can trust him too."
"Albus, not everyone has the talent of overly trusting others. I was once as naive as you." Moody sneered from the depths of his throat, then pointed to the missing piece on his nose, and roughly He said in a rough voice: "Do you still remember what happened?"
"Evan Rozier did it."
"That's right!" Moody's mouth twisted, his eyes sharp, full of hatred.
"I took him into the Auror office, helped him become an official Auror, and raised him like my own son. It was a lot of hard work, but how did he repay me?!"
"With the Explosive Curse and Avada Kedavra, I was lucky that I didn't die...so, he deserved it when he died in my hands in the end."
"Since then, I will never completely trust no matter who it is. Trust will lead to death, let alone a former Death Eater like Snape?!"
"A dog can't stop eating shit, but a cat can't help but eat shit." Moody's lips twisted into a scary smile.
"My dear Albus, nothing can change a person's nature, including your excessive trust!"
"That's why I asked you to come here, Alastor." Dumbledore put down the tea cup and gently rubbed his temples with his hands.
"Keep an eye on Karkaroff for me."
"Karkaroff?" Moody snorted hard: "I thought you would trust this guy more than Snape."
"Why do you think so?"
"In order to survive, Karkaroff betrayed so many servants of the Dark Lord. He can't go back." Moody chuckled: "His life and death, honor and disgrace are all tied to you, how dare he do it again?" betray!"
"No, Karkaroff is the real chameleon and coward." Dumbledore shook his head and said: "In order to save his life, he can betray his companions, or he can change his family in the blink of an eye." Moody was silent for a while, His eyes were thoughtful and he said, "Okay, I will help you keep an eye on them both!" 'Both of them'...including Snape of course.
However, Dumbledore had no intention of convincing his stubborn old friend, as long as he was willing to help.
"By the way, Albus, there is something that makes me feel ominous." Moody said suddenly.
"An attack on the Quidditch World Cup?" Dumbledore said with lowered eyelids.
"That's right!" Moody nodded, his eyes gloomy and his tone full of doubts.
"How many years have the Death Eaters not been able to operate on such a large scale? Ever since the Dark Lord disappeared, they have been so secretive that they dare not see the light of day."
"Because Voldemort is back." Dumbledore said solemnly: "In fact, he came back from Albania with the help of Peter Pettigrew last year, but in the end Peter was killed by Rolf, and Voldemort was forced to self-destruct and escape. ." After hearing Dumbledore's words, Moody frowned and said, "Newt's grandson - Rolf Scamander - is he really as powerful as you say?"
"Of course." Dumbledore smiled smugly: "Rolf has had many face-to-face encounters with Voldemort in the past three years, and has always had the upper hand. If I have time in the future, I can tell you in detail." Mu Di raised his eyebrows and asked again: "So, do you think this large-scale movement of Death Eaters has something to do with the Dark Lord?"
"Yes." Dumbledore said seriously: "I have a hunch, and his actions this time will be different from the past. Therefore, I hope you can teach those students some real skills, Alastor! They are too weak , in the past few years, I have only encountered a reliable professor like Sirius."
"If you say that, then I will teach something other than textbooks?!" Moody laughed.
"For example?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Let them experience black magic." Moody said with a squinting look.
"There are some more evil forces." Dumbledore put down the cup, crossed his hands, and squinted in thought.
"Albus, you also said that the Dark Lord may rise again." Moody's expression was extremely serious.
"We have to let them know what real danger and cruelty are." Dumbledore did not answer immediately.
Moody looked at the hesitant principal and snorted dissatisfiedly: "You can't let these children come into contact with these things when the war comes, right? It will be too late by then!" Dumbledore sighed, and the location was unnoticeable. nod.
Moody smiled with satisfaction, but the smile quickly disappeared. The blue eyes that originally moved up and down rolled up and penetrated into his head.
"Someone is looking for you. It seems that I have taken up too much of your time." Moody stood up, slowly pushed his chair away, and walked towards the door.
Rolf stood at the door and was about to knock on the door when the door creaked open and Professor Moody walked out of the room.
The young man didn't expect that Moody was there, so he hurriedly said: "Professor Moody, good evening." Moody stared at Rove, then glanced at the black suitcase in his hand, then nodded and limped. Head towards the spiral staircase.
Rolf waited until Moody was gone, then entered the principal's office and sat down on the chair. Dumbledore had already poured a cup of ashwagandha tea for the boy. The fingertips of his two hands touched together, his chin rested on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the boy through half-moon lenses.
"Rolf, it's so late, do you have anything to do with me?" Rolf nodded and put the box on the desk. After he opened it, he waved his wand and a golden statue flew out.
"Professor, not long ago, Shirley and I went to the Ravenclaw tomb and found... this statue in the tomb!"......
