Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Minister, Mr Moody wants to see you."

In the Ministry of Magic office, a lean woman in a wizard robe hugged a stack of documents and said cautiously .

Cornelius .Fudge leaned on the wide chair with an unhappy expression, and threw the document he was reading on the table, "What is he doing again, or for the world cup?"

"Yes."

The secretary replied.

"Tell him I'm in a meeting, I'm busy, and I don't have time to see him."

Fudge waved impatiently and picked up the papers on the desk.

"Okay, I'll tell him now."

The secretary nodded, walked to the door.

"Wait a minute!"

Fudge stopped his secretary again.

"How to minister."

Cornelius Fudge's expression softened a little: "Also. Tell him that the school will start soon. Let him prepare for the course. Don't Run to me if you have nothing to do."

"Okay, I will go...Ah!!!"

The secretary who opened the door let out a scream. The file in his hand fell all over the place.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a cripple standing in front of her with a solemn expression. He was wearing an old black robe with two glass balls 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 looks riddled with scars, and a large part of his nose is missing, looking very hideous.

The more terrifying thing is his eyes. One of his eyes is small, black, and bead-like, which is normal. The other one is big, round and round, with a bright blue, which is spinning like crazy.

"Mu...Mr Moody, why are you, why did you come here?"

The female secretary squatted down in shock, hurriedly scrambling with Pack's scattered files.

At this time, two young Ministry of Magic Officials chased from behind, gasping for breath, and they grabbed the door frame of Ministry of Magic, "He...he walked, walked. It's too fast, Minister, are you... I'm sorry."

After that, the two youngsters took the one-legged old man's arm and said anxiously: "Let's go, Mr Moody, this It's not compliant to break in like this, the minister is very busy."

The one-legged and one-eyed old man remained unmoved, and the blue magic eyes looked straight at Cornelius Fudge. The scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

"Enough!"

In this chaotic scene, Cornelius .Fudge coughed annoyed, "What are you all gathering here in a mess? You don’t have a job. Okay, all go out!"

"Uh...Yes, Minister."

The two Ministry of Magic employees who had been pulling and letting go angrily.

The secretary also patted her flat chest, turned sideways from the one-legged old man with a serious face, and fled here hurriedly.

"Mad-eye Han, what are you doing again this time?"

After everyone left, Cornelius .Fudge waved his hand irritably, "How many times would I remind you, Don’t run to my office at all times! Thought you weren’t retired?"

"Trust me, if it’s not a very important matter, I won’t come to see you for a few days in a row."

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Moody limped to Cornelius' desk with his wooden legs, not slower than normal people at all, even faster.

Cornelius Fudge’s eyes flashed with disgust: “It’s for the Dark Mark of the Quiddich World Cup again? Listen, Moody, it’s not yet sure whether you know who is back or a fainted person. It’s made by enthusiastic believers."

"Not for Voldemort this time."

The one-legged, one-eyed man stretched his palm to his pocket and took out a few photos from his pocket. Throw it on the desk of the Ministry of Magic.

"These are the photos I investigated, and they were taken by some Bulgarians inadvertently."

Cornelius .Fudge frowned and picked up the photo on the table, his expression was like holding it with his bare hands. Like cat shit.

On the photo, a few fuzzy silhouettes can be seen vaguely, wearing a birdcage-shaped strange helmet, standing in the crowd, flashing green light.

Mad-Eye Moody: "My eyes can see things that ordinary people can't see. In the chaos after the Quiddich World Cup that day, I saw green rays of light shining everywhere, The crowd disappeared quietly. I have been investigating this aspect these days.

There is evidence that on the Quiddich World Cup day, there was another group of people acting secretly through the World Cup competition. A group of guys who may be even more dangerous than Voldemort."

Cornelius .Fudge rubbed the temple with a headache and threw the photo back. "Then, just based on a few pictures of unfathomable mystery, 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 Head, saw a few burnt bone fragments in the plastic bag, and there were some strange scratches on the fragments.

Mad-Eye Moody: "This is the participating sample I brought back at the Quiddich World Cup. I detected a very terrifying radioactive magic substance in it. This element does not belong to any known The magic system, the last time it appeared, was in Germany fifty years ago, so..."

"So what are you trying to say?"

Cornelius Fudge didn't even want to pick up the sample bag, he just wanted to get rid of the old man with weird character.

Mad-Eye Moody: "I'm sure that after the World Cup that day, someone spread panic and even death on the spot."

"What kind of delusional disorder do you have? !?"

Cornelius Fudge yelled, "The injured have been sent to St. Mungo's, and they are basically cured now. They have returned 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 Magical Games and Sports layoffs a lot. Almost all the employees responsible for the game have been laid off."

"Aren’t they supposed to be laid off?"

Cornelius Fudge’s depressed mood suddenly broke out: "The World Cup’s The game was watched by so many people, and so many people were in charge. As a result, just after the game was over, in front of so many people, Dark Mark appeared and the people were alarmed. If I were Stinchcombe, I would also cut those eateries. ....."

"This is not the point, Minister!"

Moody interrupted him in a deep voice, "In the past few days, I went from house to house. The Ministry of Magic Official family who was laid off by Stinchcombe Crouch found that none of them were at home. All the people who were laid off were missing!"

"I want you to take care of them, they are really missing, why don’t those family members? Come to report, do you die in your eyes?"

Fudge laughed angrily: "Before it was Bertha Jorkins, this time there is another group of people who don’t know their names. Guys, do we everyday all have to go to your house to check in before we can continue to work?"

"Should we not investigate it?"

"Okay, I'll do What you said is all right, but then? The World Cup is over. Do you still want me to check those people one by one?"

Cornelius .Fudge has a headache, "My God , Do you know how many countries it is? Do you know how many people it is? Do you know how many things I have to deal with in this year's Triwizard Tournament, three major schools, guests from various countries, all kinds of magical creatures, damn 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 to me! "

Fudge became angry.

"Maybe there is a guy who is more terrifying than you know who, a lurker, an activist, and we even have his purpose do not know! "

Moody said anxiously, but Cornelius .Fudge remained unmoved at all.

Gradually, his face completely collapsed: "You mean to say that in my treatment Next, not only the Dark Lord appeared, but also Dark Lord who was more terrifying than you know who appeared? "

"It's not impossible. "

"It's not impossible..."

Fudge leaned back, the chair gu lu lu retreated into the vegetation of the French windows, both of his hands ten fingers Crossed, squinting at the serious old man in front of him, "Alastor Moody, are you going to work at Hogwarts this year? "

"That's right. "

"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 Order of the Phoenix like to take care of things? Just take care of it. Isn’t this the meaning of your existence? "

"Your Excellency Fudge! "

Mad-Eye Moody raised her voice, took a step forward, held down the table, and said more.

"Enough! "

Cornelius. Fudge's suppressed anger could no longer be restrained. He slammed the table, stood up, and looked up at Moody's chin. Fiercely said, "You are retired, don't just be with me. Find presence here! I advise you not to overstep some lines! "

After breathing heavily for a while, Fudge tremblingly took a sip from the water glass in front of him, calming his emotions.

"Alastor Moody, the Ministry of Magic now has Defense Against The Director of the Dark Arts Department, if you encounter something next time, you can contact Rufus·Scrimgeour. If he finds it is true after the review, he will naturally report to me. "

After a few seconds of silence.

Alastor .Moody did not speak.

"Are you doing anything else?" "

"Nothing. "

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 around and limped out of the office. After he closed the door and left, Cornelius .Fudge threw quill on the table angrily. There is a pool of ink.

"Damn it, old lunatic. "

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"Damn it, you believing or not, Mr. Bach, wait for me to catch That old lunatic, I'm going to pull his intestines out, go 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, he was holding a telescope in his hand.

"Okay, then I will catch him later, I will be on him With a hundred Cruciatus Curse, I want to listen to his screaming sound to his face and shoot the old monster's ugly face! Are you believing 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! Are you believing or not, Mr. Bach? "

"Shut up. "Hoffa put down the telescope in her hand, "believing or not, I'll put you in the toilet again." "

Barty Jr. shut his mouth 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 is about four in the afternoon, one night before Hogwarts school starts. Two days ago, he and Barty Jr. found Alastor Moody's residence in the northwestern suburbs of London.

After they found it, they rented a hotel in the vicinity and monitored mad-eye Han’s house. For some unknown reason, although they found Moody’s place, the guy didn’t come back. I don’t know. Traced.

After waiting for another half an hour, Barty Jr. looked across the street anxiously.

"Damn, why isn't the old lunatic coming back?" Mr. Bach, did we find the wrong position? Let me say that the old bastard used to be Auror and did not arrest people. The Ministry of Magic must have given him a lot of benefits. It stands to reason that he 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." "Barty Jr. murmured, "If I were that old bastard, I would have hid it a long time ago. How could it be so easy to find." "

Why are you so sure? Hoffa didn't answer, but sneered secretly.

Because the old Moody in the original work was killed by "Barty Jr." tonight, if you follow this script Urinary, even if I find a place to lie down, I guess there may be Moody’s house next to me.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long.

Walking slowly away from the street. A one-eyed, one-legged old man, he is sticking a cane, carrying a paper bag, and seems to be struggling to walk.

Barty Jr., who has been staring at the window looking out, exclaimed:

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"He's back, but You're quite something, Mr. Bach! "

"I see. "

Hoffa didn’t have the slightest surprise, even a little boring. Everything was as he expected.

Barty Jr. lay on the windowsill, watching the one-eyed man walking downstairs. Old man with his legs, his face showed unforgettable hatred.

"old bastard! See if I won't break your corpse into pieces later! "

The one-eyed one-legged old man below noticed something. He suddenly lifted the 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 lowered his head. In the sunset, he walked into the ruined hut in front.

After he entered the house, Hoffa released the hand holding Barty Jr.'s shoulder, and the two slowly retreated from the ghostly strolling state. Come out.

Barty Jr. said bitterly: "Damn it, the nose is the same as it used to be, but it's not as good as it used to be. "

"So you still have to do it yourself? "Hoffa asked.

In the past few days, since Barty Jr. Crouch knew they were coming to Moody, he had been cheering for dozens of hours. He almost always dreamed about cruelty. Killing Mad-Eye Moody in different ways, beheading, dismembering, burning, or getting to death.

If talking can kill people, Mad-Eye Moody has died no less than 600 times.

"Of course I have to do it myself. "

Barty Jr. clenched his fist to death, "He caught me in Azkaban thirteen years ago, this time, I want him to return both principal and interest! ! "

Hoffa frowned suspiciously: "Are you sure you can fight?" "

"Don't worry, it's just a retired old Auror. "

Barty Jr. drew out the new wand he bought from Diagon Alley in the past two days from his pocket: "Mr. Bach, you believe me, this kind of person, I can hit a hundred!" "

Hoffa looked at the time, the sun is about to set.

"Then it's up to you, pay attention, I want to live, be in good spirits, don't... ..."

Before speaking, Barty Jr. Disapparation disappeared beside Hoffa.

Hoffa squinted his eyes and looked at the room in the distance, and raised the telescope. . In the round lens, Barty Jr. appeared in front of Alastor Moody’s house and broke into the house with a wave of wand.

After that, bursts of explosions came from the dilapidated house. The glass on the window was yellow for a while, blue for a while and red for a while, and was finally shattered by the blast of air. A muggle walking by the dog was splashed by broken glass and screamed and ran away.

It took about twenty seconds.

The room became quiet.

"Damn it! "

Hoffa put down the telescope, hurriedly left the motel, and came to the door of old Moody's house.

About ten seconds passed.

Barty Jr. .Crouch dragged an old man covered in scars out of the room and stood silently at the door.

Old Moody's jaw was broken and the wooden legs were gone. He looked at Hoffa. The jaw shook a few times without making a sound.

"Would you like to come and take him away? "

Barty Jr. looked at Hoffa faint smile and asked.

Hoffa did not speak, and walked towards the two of them.

Suddenly, Barty Jr. Out of the wand.

An electric light burst out of the wand and took Hoffa’s forehead.