Harry Potter: I Am a Legend - Chapter 306
Chapter 26 , Retired Auror
“Minister, Mr. Moody wants to see you.”
In the Office of the Minister of Magic, a thin woman in a wizard’s robes said cautiously while holding a stack of documents.
Cornelius Fudge leaned back on the wide chair with an unhappy expression, and threw the document he was reading on the table, “What is he doing again, or is it for the World Cup?”
“Yes.”
The secretary replied.
“Tell him I’m in a meeting, I’m very busy, and don’t have time to see him.”
Fudge waved impatiently and picked up the papers on the table again.
“Okay, I’ll tell him now.”
The secretary nodded and walked to the door.
“Wait!”
Fudge stopped his secretary again.
“How Minister?”
Cornelius Fudge’s expression eased a little: “Also. You tell him that school is about to start soon, let him prepare for the course, don’t run to me if you have nothing to do.”
“Okay, I’m going now…Ah!!!”
The secretary who opened the door let out a scream, and the file in his hand fell to the ground.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a **** standing in front of her with a solemn expression. He was wearing an old black robe with two glass **** pinned to his waist. He was missing a leg and replaced it with a wooden prosthetic leg.
Under his thick dark gray hair, his face looked scarred, and a large part of his nose was missing, looking very hideous.
What’s more terrifying is his eyes. One of his eyes is small, black, and bead-like, which is normal. The other one was big, round, and bright blue, and it was spinning like crazy.
“Mu…Mr. Moody, what are you, why are you here?”
The female secretary squatted down in shock, hurriedly tidying up the scattered documents.
At this moment, two young Ministry officials chased from behind, panting, and they grabbed the Minister’s door frame, “He…he went too fast, Minister, yes. Not sorry.”
After speaking, the two young men grabbed the one-legged old man’s arm and said anxiously: “Let’s go, Mr. Moody, it’s not compliant to break in like this, the minister is very busy.”
The one-legged and one-eyed old man was unmoved, his blue magic eyes looked straight at Cornelius Fudge, and the scene was a bit chaotic for a while.
“enough!”
Under this somewhat chaotic scene, Cornelius Fudge coughed annoyedly, “What are you all gathering here in a mess? Are you guys out of work? Go out!”
“Uh…Yes, Minister.”
The two pulling Ministry employees let go of their hands angrily.
The secretary also patted her flat chest, turned sideways from the one-legged old man with a serious face, and hurriedly fled from here.
“Crazy-eyed man, what are you doing again this time?”
After everyone left, Cornelius Fudge waved his hand irritably, “How many times do I remind you, don’t run to my office at all times! Think you haven’t retired yourself?”
“Trust me, if it’s not a very important matter, I won’t come over to see you for a few days in a row.”
Moody limped to Connelly’s desk with wooden legs, not slower than normal people, or even faster.
A trace of disgust flashed in Cornelius Fudge’s eyes: “It’s for the Dark Mark of the Quidditch World Cup again? Listen, Moody, it’s not yet certain whether this incident is the return of the mysterious person or a dizzy fanatic. Made by believers.”
“Not for Voldemort this time.”
The one-legged and one-eyed man stretched his palms into his pockets, took out a few photos from his pockets, and threw them on the desk of the Minister of Magic.
“These are the photos I investigated. They were taken by some Bulgarians inadvertently.”
Cornelius Fudge frowned and picked up the photo on the table, with an expression of disgust as if he had picked up cat feces with his bare hands.
In the photo, a few vague figures can be seen, wearing strange helmets like birdcages, standing in the crowd, their bodies shining with green light.
Crazy Eye Moody: “My eyes can see things that ordinary people can’t see. In the chaos after the Quidditch World Cup that day, I saw the green light shining everywhere, and the crowd quietly disappeared. I have been investigating this matter these days.
There is evidence that on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, there was another group of people acting secretly through the World Cup match. A group of guys who might be more dangerous than Voldemort. ”
Cornelius Fudge rubbed his temples with a headache and threw the photos back. “Then, based on a few inexplicable photos, what do you want me to believe?”
“More than photos.”
The one-eyed old man took out a plastic bag from his pocket and placed it in front of Cornelius Fudge. Cornelius Fudge lowered his head and saw that there were a few burnt bone fragments in the plastic bag. There were some weird scratches on the fragments. mark.
Mad Eye Moody: “This is the sample I brought back from the Quidditch World Cup. I detected a very terrible radioactive magic substance in it. This element does not belong to any known magic system. Last time It appeared when I was in Germany fifty years ago, so…”
“So what are you trying to say?”
Connelly Fudge didn’t even want to pick up the sample bag, he just wanted to get rid of this strange old man quickly.
Crazy Eye Moody: “I’m sure that after the World Cup that day, someone spread panic and even death on the scene.”
“What kind of delusion do you have!?”
Connelly Fudge yelled, “The injured have been sent to St. Mungo, and they are basically cured now. They have gone back to their homes. Where did they die?”
“Someone is missing! Minister Fudge!”
The one-eyed old man said solemnly: “I don’t know if you noticed it. After the World Cup, the Department of Sports has laid off a lot of staff, and almost all staff responsible for the game have been laid off.”
“Aren’t they supposed to cut it?”
Connelly Fudge’s depressed mood suddenly broke out: “The World Cup match was watched by so many people, and so many people watched it. As a result, just after the game ended, in front of so many people, the Dark Devil’s mark appeared, making people panic. . If I were Batty, I would also cut off those eateries…”
“This is not the point, Minister!”
Moody interrupted him in a deep voice, “Just these days, I went from house to house to the home of the Ministry of Magic official who was laid off by Batty Crouch, only to find that none of them were at home, and all the layoffs were missing. Up!”
“I want you to take care of it. I’m really missing. Why don’t those family members come to report? Are they going to take a vacation or die in your eyes?”
Fudge smiled angrily: “Before it was Bertha Jorkins, this time it was another group of guys who didn’t know their names. Do we have to go to your house every day to check in before we can continue to work?”
“Should we not investigate?”
“Well, well, even if you say everything is right, what then? The World Cup is over. Do you still want me to check those people one by one?”
Cornelius Fudge had a headache. “My God, do you know how many countries it is? Do you know how many people it is? Do you know how much I have to deal with in this year’s Triwizard Tournament, the three major schools? , Guests from all over the world, all kinds of magical creatures, **** it!”
“Minister, please believe me, there must be something hidden behind this, maybe there is something more terrifying than Voldemort…”
“Don’t mention that name with me!”
Fudge was furious.
“Maybe there is a guy who is more terrifying than the mysterious person, a lurker, an activist, and we don’t even know his purpose!”
Moody finished talking worriedly, but Cornelius Fudge was unmoved.
Gradually, his face completely collapsed: “You want to say that under my treatment, not only the Dark Demon appeared, but also the Dark Demon who was more terrifying than… than the mysterious man?”
“It’s not impossible.”
“It’s not impossible…”
Fudge leaned back, and the chair retreated gruntingly into the vegetation of the French windows. He crossed his fingers and squinted at the old man with a serious face in front of him, “Alastor Moody, are you going to go this year? Is Hogwarts in office?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” Fudge folded his arms and looked at the play: “Since there are so many evils in the world, then you can handle these things with Dumbledore. Don’t you, the Order of the Phoenix like to take care of things? Take care of it, isn’t this the meaning of your existence?”
“Your Excellency Fudge!”
Mad-Eye Moody raised his voice, stepped forward, held down the table, and said more.
“enough!”
Connelly Fudge’s suppressed anger could no longer be restrained. He slammed the table, stood up, looked up at Moody’s chin, and said fiercely: “You have retired, don’t just look for presence here. There are some lines, I advise you not to presume!”
After breathing heavily for a while, Fudge tremblingly took a sip from the water glass in front of him, calming down his emotions.
“Alastor Moody, the Ministry of Magic now has the Director of Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you encounter something again next time, you can contact Rufus Scrimgeour. If he finds the truth after review, he will naturally tell me report.”
After a few seconds of silence.
Alastor Moody did not speak.
“Are you doing anything?”
“Gone.”
Cornelius Fudge waved his hand like 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 and left the office limping. After he closed the door and left, Cornelius Fudge threw the quill on the table angrily, splashing a pool of ink.
“Damn, old madman.”
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“Damn, believe it or not, Mr. Bach, when I catch the old lunatic, I will pull his intestines out, wrap him around his neck three times, and strangle him to death!”
On the other side, at a motel, a young man with withered hair said excitedly.
“I want to live.”
The bald boy stood in front of the window and said faintly, holding a telescope in his hand.
“Okay, then I will catch him later, I will use a heart-drilling curse on him a hundred times, and I will listen to his screaming sound in his face, exploding the ugly face of the old monster! Believe it or not, Mr. Bach?”
“I want him to be mentally stable.”
“Then I will interrupt his limbs, stuff him into the toilet, show only one head, and 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, I’ll put you in the toilet.”
Little Batty shut up angrily. He lay on the window sill of the hotel, looking at the old dilapidated building opposite, touched the dust on the window sill with his fingers, his expression was both disgusting and happy.
At this moment, it was about four o’clock in the afternoon, one night before Hogwarts school started. Two days ago, he and Barty Jr. found Aristo Moody’s residence in the northwestern suburbs of London.
After they found it, they rented a hotel nearby and monitored the Mad-Eye’s house. For some unknown reason, even though they found Moody’s place, the guy hasn’t returned for a long time and is missing.
After waiting for another half an hour, Little Batty looked at the other side of the street anxiously.
“Damn, why didn’t the old madman come back? Mr. Bach, did we find the wrong position? Ask me to say that the old man used to be an Auror and arrested people. The Ministry of Magic must have given him a lot of benefits. It stands to reason that he You shouldn’t live in such a shabby place.”
“It can’t be wrong.”
Hoffa said confidently.
“Why are you so sure, our position is just asked by passers-by.” Little Barty muttered, “If I were that old thing, I would have been hiding a long time ago. How could it be so easy to find.”
How can you be so sure? Hoffa didn’t answer, but sneered to himself.
Because the old Moody was killed by “Little Batty” in the original work tonight, if you follow the urinary nature of the script, even if you find a place to lie down, it is estimated that there may be Moody’s room next to it.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long.
In the distance of the street, a one-eyed, one-legged old man walked slowly. He was holding a cane and carrying a paper bag, looking very strenuous.
Little Batty, who had been staring at the window and looking out, exclaimed:
“He’s back, you really have you, Mr. Bach!”
“I know.”
Hoffa didn’t have the slightest surprise, even a little boring. Everything is as he expected.
Little Batty lay in front of the window sill, looking at the one-eyed one-legged old man walking downstairs, with an unforgettable hatred on his face.
“Old stuff! See if I won’t break your corpse into pieces later!”
The one-eyed and one-legged old man below noticed something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the second floor of the motel next to him. After turning his blue eyes a few times, he found that there was nothing. He bowed his head and walked into the dilapidated hut in front of the setting sun.
After he entered the house, Hoffa released the hand holding Barty’s shoulder, and the two slowly withdrew from the ghostly strolling state.
Little Batty said bitterly: “Damn, the nose is the same as before, not spiritual.”
“So you have to do it yourself?” Hoffa asked.
In the past few days, since Barty Crouch Jr. knew they were coming to Moody, he has been cheering for dozens of hours. He almost always dreamed of killing Mad-Eye Moody in various cruel ways. Decapitate, divide the body, burn, or die.
If talking can kill people, Moody’s Crazy Eye has died no fewer than 600 times.
“Of course I have to do it myself.”
Little Batty clenched his fist tightly. “He caught me in Azkaban thirteen years ago. This time, I want him to come back with money and profits!!”
Hoffa frowned suspiciously: “Are you sure you can beat it?”
“Don’t worry, it’s just a retired Auror.”
Little Batty drew from his pocket the new wand he had just bought from Diagon Alley in the past two days: “Mr. Bach, you believe me, this kind of person, I can hit a hundred!”
Hoffa checked the time, and the sun was about to set.
“Then it’s up to you, pay attention, I want to live, I’m in good spirits, don’t…”
Before he could finish speaking, Barty Jr. Apparated and disappeared beside Hoffa.
Hoffa squinted at the distant room and raised the telescope. In the round lenses, Little Batty appeared in front of Aristo Moody’s house, and broke into the house with a wave of his magic wand.
Afterwards, there were bursts of explosions in the dilapidated room. The glass on the window was yellow, blue and red for a while, and was finally shattered by the blast of air. A Muggle walking by with a dog was splashed with broken glass and screamed and ran away.
About twenty seconds passed.
The room became quiet.
“Damn it!”
Hoffa put down his binoculars, hurriedly left the motel, and came to the door of old Moody’s house.
About ten seconds passed.
Barty Crouch Jr. dragged an old man covered in scars out of the house and stood silently at the door.
Old Moody’s jaw was interrupted, and the wooden legs were gone. He watched Hoffa’s jaw shake a few times without making a sound.
“Do you want to come and take him away?”
Little Batty looked at Hoffa with a smile.
Hoffa said nothing, and walked towards the two of them.
Suddenly, Batty pulled out his wand.
An electric light burst out from the wand and took Hoffa’s forehead.