An arm jumped high, and then fell heavily to the ground. The wand fell and rolled around until it hit a protruding stone, and the bright red blood dyed the grass on the ground red.
'Moody' fell to the ground with a pale face, his right shoulder was empty, and blood slowly flowed out from the huge torn wound.
The invisible sharp blade formed by Harry's Divine Edge cut off the arm holding the wand of 'Moody'.
'Moody' was covered in sweat, his mouth was pale, and his lips were moving slightly, as if he was mumbling something.
Silent casting
It was quite a skill, but it was a pity that the skillful spell was not very good. He chanted it for a long time without seeing any effect, because the ordinary healing spell could not cure the injuries caused by Shen Feng Wuying at all.
Only its exclusive counterspell can.
Unfortunately, this curse was a dark magic invented but not popularized by Snape. 'Moody' didn't know what its counter-curse was.
Dudley picked up the wand that 'Moody' had dropped.
Twelve inches, ancient Yisumu wood, unicorn hair.
Dudley weighed it in his hand a few times. According to the data magic eye, the unicorn hair in the center of the wand was somewhat "withered". In Ollivander's words, this meant that the wand had been treated roughly. , was forcibly used by someone other than its original owner.
This wand does not belong to the fake Moody, but to the real Moody.
Not having the wand handy was one of the reasons for Moody's failure, but it was not the main reason. The most important thing was that he underestimated Harry.
Anxious to defeat Harry, eager to escape from here.
Resulting in being defeated by Harry's spell.
"Harry, well done, you are now a qualified wizard."
Harry's face turned red after being praised, and he felt delighted and excited. He felt like he was recognized.
"Help. Save me."
Unable to treat the wound, 'Moody' lay dying on the ground due to excessive blood loss, and made a weak cry for help to Dudley.
"I thought you would rather die than surrender."
Dudley did not rush to treat him, but squatted down and looked at him and said, "Didn't you devote your life to Senior Tom?"
"Really want me to save you?"
The most terrifying thing in the world is not death in an instant, but watching yourself die bit by bit, especially when you feel your physical strength gradually disappearing, your vision gradually blurring, and your body getting colder and colder, but feeling powerless. , few people can bear this fear.
At this time, 'Moody' almost didn't have the strength to speak. His survival instinct made him try to hold on to Dudley's trousers.
"Heal quickly."
The wand touched the wound, and the injury was stopped. However, due to excessive blood loss, 'Moody''s condition was not much better.
He waved the wand on 'Moody' again, and 'Moody''s body began to deform rapidly, turning into a handsome young man with short hair and pale lips. Of course, he was also in a dying state with only one breath left.
"Brother D, who is he?! Where is Professor Moody?"
Harry finally showed a surprised look after seeing this young man.
"Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., the only son of Mr. Barty Crouch, is just a Death Eater who has failed to live up to his mother's sacrifice and lives in vain."
"I think we should go to the principal's office first."
Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.
"Lemon Snow"
Following Dudley's command to the statue, the two successfully entered the passage leading to the office.
"Dudley, I don't remember telling you today's password."
Dumbledore, wearing a nightgown full of little stars, looked helplessly at the two uninvited guests who broke into the principal's office.
"I guess you only like a few kinds of candies."
Dudley found a seat and sat down as if he were familiar with it, as casually as if he had returned to his own home.
Looking at the chair that was gradually bent but not completely broken, carrying a weight that should not be carried by its age, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly and his face was slightly distorted.
I have to use magic spells to fix it again.
"As an elderly person, or an elderly person over 100 years old, poor sleep quality will have a great impact on memory."
"You're not asking me for four more fire dragons, are you? We don't have any here."
After all, it is still Dumbledore. Most of the time his character is that of an old naughty boy.
"of course not."
"Look at this, Professor Dumbledore."
Dudley waved his wand, and a man fell out of thin air. It was Barty Crouch Jr. who had regained a trace of his blood.
"!!!"
Dumbledore looked at the familiar clothes and the iconic magic eye on Barty Crouch Jr., and the smile on his face gradually faded, and his expression began to become serious.
"what is going on?"
He briefly told Dumbledore what happened. After hearing this, Dumbledore asked: "Dudley, can you tell me how you discovered him?"
Dudley shrugged and said, "It's actually very simple. As a student who is fairly good at potions, I am quite sensitive to the smell of potions."
"I will never forget the unique taste of Polyjuice Potion."
"I think Mr. Barty may have been careless. When he passed by me yesterday, I smelled that unique smell."
"If you carry Polyjuice Potion with you and there is no change at all after drinking it, it only means that this person is fake."
With his current ability, he can easily identify most potions in the wizarding world just by smell.
Dumbledore nodded and agreed with this statement. He looked at Barty and spoke again: "Polyjuice potion requires fresh hair, so the real Moody must not have been killed. So where is he?"
Little Barty curled his lips and was about to speak, when Dudley's voice intervened.
"There is a very big suitcase in the professor's dormitory. The real Professor Moody is probably inside. I guessed what was inside when I saw it the first day."
Barty Jr.: "!!!"
'Have you been targeting me since the first day? '
Dumbledore nodded again and hurried to Professor Moody's dormitory with the two of them.
When he opened the door, he saw the extremely conspicuous huge suitcase.
With a wave of the magic wand, the large lock on the suitcase automatically opened and fell.
Lifting the lid of the box, it opens layer by layer like a mechanism, finally revealing the situation inside the box.
This box is a prison, and inside lies a lame old man.
Real Moody.
After Moody saw the lid being opened, he quickly looked up, and his heart dropped when he saw it was Dumbledore.
After rescuing Moody, he quickly expressed his gratitude to Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, I knew you would find me."
"No, Alastor, it's not me."
Dumbledore shook his head.
"First meeting, the real Professor Moody!"
Dudley's hearty voice sounded behind Moody.
(End of chapter)
