a certain scientific harry potter

But... that kid Harry Granger actually struck Moody with a lightning bolt, that's pretty brutal.

Aberforth also subscribed to "The Quibbler", so he naturally knew that Harry had accomplished a feat that could be called a human myth, but details like Moody's being struck by lightning would not be published in the magazine.

"But what I regret most is that pot of good flame whiskey." Fake Moody then sighed with emotion, his face full of distress, "I specially brewed it myself. It’s all top quality material.”

"Haha, you may consider trying my wine here." Aberforth joked with a smile when he heard this, "I guarantee that the flavor is definitely quite unique."

"Forget it." Fake Moody waved his hand, "I came here hoping that you could lend me a room. I need to deal with this thing. This broken crutch is too uncomfortable. I really don't want to walk back with it. .”

"Okay, you can go to the innermost guest room, and I'll open the door for you."

Aberforth understood the purpose of the fake Moody's visit. The other party must be suffering from persecution paranoia, and wanted to examine the newly purchased artificial leg in detail.

This guy is not even willing to import the things that his comrade-in-arms sells, and even drinks only his own brew, and he only uses his own jug... It is conceivable that if it weren't for the ordinary wooden crutches, he would not even drink it. Won't buy from Devis-Bansley.

The two came to the guest room in the bar one after the other. After Aberforth opened the door for the fake Moody, he went to the front bar to continue working on his own, leaving only the fake Moody in the room.

And without them noticing, Harry, who was hiding with the invisibility cloak, had already quietly separated a ray of water element for surveillance, which seeped into the room along the crack of the door.

"Ugh... that damn kid, Harry Potter!"

The fake Moody who was alone in the room cursed angrily, and threw the tattered wooden crutch aside.

He relaxed his somewhat sore hands and feet, and quickly installed the adjustable high-end prosthesis, without the inspection process that Abufu imagined.

However, after that, the fake Moody suddenly activated Apparition and left the room in a flash!

"He came here...for this?"

Seeing this, Harry quickly and quietly opened the door and entered the room. After a little thought, he had basically determined the motive of the fake Moody.

The captured Moody may not be in Hogwarts right now, and the departure of the fake Moody is likely to go to the place where Moody was imprisoned, and he wants to pull out another batch of Moody's hair to come back!

And the reason why he wanted to find a reason to come to the Pig's Head Bar was just to let Aberforth, a comrade in arms of the Order of the Phoenix, prove him, so that others would think that he hadn't been anywhere during this time!

So now it seems that the place where Moody is most likely to be imprisoned may be his own home!

"Hmm...that's it? That's great~"

When Harry was looking around the room, he suddenly found some flakes of skin and hair scattered on the floor, and he couldn't help being overjoyed for a moment.

He hastily summoned a water polo, packed those things carefully, and quietly left the room.

And after that, the fake Moody also apparated again and returned to the room. He carefully checked the floor of the room and found that there were no traces left, and then left the room as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, have you checked it out? Actually, I think you should relax a bit."

Back at the front desk, Aberforth caught a glimpse of Moody's new prosthetics, and sure enough, he had no doubts.

"That's not okay. Now is the time when we need to be vigilant the most, whether it's the mysterious person or others! Well, I'll take my leave first, Aberforth."

Fake Moody said his farewell hoarsely, leaving the bar with a brisker step.

"Do you need to be vigilant the most... Indeed, otherwise he wouldn't have invited you to Hogwarts."

After the fake Moody left, Aberforth nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I'm curious... What is the reason why your brother invited Moody to Hogwarts?"

"Who?!"

Hearing the sudden sound in his ears, Aberforth immediately frowned, but when he looked over with his wand up, he found Harry who had just taken off the Invisibility Cloak.

"Why are you?" Aberforth asked in surprise, "How long have you been here?"

"I have been following Professor Moody all along. He has no magic eye now, and his monitoring of invisibility is not as good as before." Harry explained softly, "Mr. Dumbledore, you are willing to answer my question just now." ?"

It should be said that Harry's exposure was a temporary idea, because he was indeed curious.

The reason why old Deng hired Moody to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Harry can also guess a little bit, but he really wants to know... The reason Dumbledore told the rest of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​the same as Harry guessed it himself The reason, how many similarities are there?

As for why he asked Aberforth, probably Harry felt that the other party was a rather special existence in the Order of the Phoenix.

After all, he is a ruthless person who broke Lao Deng's nose more than once~

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"Okay, since you want to know, then sit down and chat. Anyway, I haven't chatted with anyone for a long time."

Aberforth compromised without much struggle, and he understood Harry now... especially Harry's strength.

In today's British magic world, this kid can basically be said to be the most capable of fighting besides Albus and the mysterious man. Even if I don't want to say it, I have to say the same thing after being subdued by him. It's better to cooperate a little bit.

Aberforth ushered Harry to a corner table while no one was there, and poured himself a butterbeer at the same time.

"Would you like some? The taste here is not as bad as the three broomsticks."

"No, just give me a glass of ordinary fruit juice." Harry shook his head and refused, "I don't drink any alcoholic beverages."

"Okay." Aberforth shrugged, and changed a glass of fruit juice for Harry, "If my brother is as disciplined as you are when it comes to sweets, he won't need to use magic to fix his teeth so often."

After the two sat down, Aberforth showed a dumbfounding expression and complained: "Speaking of Alastor, I really have to say a few words about you first. You kid is too ruthless, even if you treat Alastor I don't want to hold grudges, and I don't want to use Mad-Eye as a punching bag. Everything he does is, in the final analysis, carrying out the orders of my big brother."

"So he can come to Hogwarts openly and openly disrupt the critical moment of my experiment?" Harry sneered disdainfully, "Mr. Dumbledore, I will strictly distinguish between motives and behaviors." , There are a lot of people in this world who want to kill me, but I will only kill those who really do it. Whether it's Moody or the rest of you in the Order of the Phoenix, it doesn't matter what you think, but it's best Don't really mess with me!"

"Well, I can only say...that brother of mine is really a little unkind." Aberforth sold his elder brother decisively, and at the end he didn't forget to add, "Of course, most Some members of the Order of the Phoenix know that the current situation is relatively complicated, so you need an Auror like Mad-Eye to protect you, but he probably also wants Alastor to block you secretly and restrict you... this point I guessed it myself."

Then the senior Auror he found with great difficulty was imprisoned and replaced... Harry really didn't know what to say about this.

"Mr. Principal... He should pay more attention to other people than me so much." Harry shook his head helplessly and sighed. The dangerous person is definitely not me."

To be honest, after the fake Moody incident, Harry really felt that Old Deng should pay more attention to the current situation of his Order of the Phoenix members.

Just imagine, even Moody, the number two member of the Order of the Phoenix, can be beaten up and laid down. If Voldemort really did something to the members of the Order of the Phoenix, none of those people would be able to escape.

"Unfortunately, he won't have such an idea." Aberforth drank the beer in his glass, and the chatterbox that had been locked up for a long time seemed to have been completely opened.

"My brother Albus wants a lot of things, and people often get hurt as he carries out his grand plans. But for him, those hurts, sad as they are, were unavoidable."

"He is used to assigning tasks to others, but he never tells others everything, because he always feels that the more insiders, the higher the risk of leaking secrets. I know him very well. My mother learned secrecy, secrets and lies at her knees, that's how we were raised, and Albus... he was born that way."

"So you know now, boy," Aberforth looked at Harry with the same blue eyes as someone, "you are the most important part of his whole plan, so he must not allow you to have Any mistakes will not allow you to become beyond his control!"

"The reason why he believes in the prophecy about you, and the reason why he is very negative in the eyes of many people, is not because he can't find a way to defeat the mysterious man, but because he can only follow his original plan. In the end, The future is what he can control and what he envisioned!"

"So... the future Mr. Principal envisions is that I barely defeat Voldemort under his wise leadership, and finally lose my aura and become an ordinary wizard?"

The corners of Harry's mouth trembled slightly in noncommittal, and the light in his eyes became sharper and colder.

"If that's the case, then I really want to let him down! Because what I can't accept the most is the behavior of letting others go and even driving others to sacrifice under the pretext of putting the overall situation first!!"

There's no question that Albus Dumbledore was a great man, and Harry can fully admit that.

But Harry really had no chance of cooperating with his plan.

Because Harry, who possesses the soul of the Celestial Dynasty, clearly knows that it is up to man to plan things, but it is up to the sky to accomplish them, and the sky... always has unexpected events.

How could the villain obediently act according to your script, blindly pursuing the so-called plan, the final result can only be unexpected situations, and then exhausting all kinds of holes to fix.

Thinking back to Mr. Kong Ming of my Great Heavenly Dynasty, the strategy of "crossing the thorns and protecting the rocks" was so ingenious, and it was even worthy of memorization and study by future generations, but didn't he still fail in the end?

Could it be that you, Dumbledore, are more powerful than Mr. Kong Ming, and the strategy you formulate will surely succeed in the end?

hehe~

So in the final analysis, advantages in war are accumulated little by little, and the essence of strategy is only a method to rapidly expand advantages, and should not be the only pursuit to end the war.

So, how can you accumulate advantages?

Improve one's own strength, weaken the enemy's strength, and most importantly...retain one's own vitality as much as possible, and avoid those painful 'great' sacrifices!

Especially the kind of sacrifice that is useless to improve one's own strength! !

Therefore, Harry didn't like Dumbledore's plan, and even more despised his inaction in the past ten years.

Voldemort was defeated by Harry's mother Lily in 1981, until the plot of the Philosopher's Stone started in 1991, for a full ten years, the entire British wizarding world seemed to have come to a complete standstill.

There are no strong men standing out, and the hidden enemies are still at ease, and Voldemort's potential allies - werewolves, vampires, dementors, etc., are also not given the attention they deserve.

Wizards in the entire wizarding world have been doing only two things. The first is cheering the name of 'Harry Potter' every day, and the second is...

The name of the mysterious person must never be mentioned.

During this period, Dumbledore, who knew that Voldemort would return eventually, did nothing because of that prophecy...

So Dumbledore was indeed a great man, great enough to be described by Aberforth as, 'Many people think my brother has sunshine in every pore', but so what?

Harry was different from him...

They will not conspire with each other!

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Immediately after returning to Hogwarts, Harry did two things.

The first is to order the ghost of Greengrass to continue to closely monitor the fake Moody's every move, and try to help him determine the opportunity to take action to solve him.

The second is to ask Nicol's house elf, Eliezer, to go to 12 Grimmauld Place, inform Sirius to arrange a helper, and immediately search Moody's house to see the retired Auror Is it really imprisoned there.

As for himself, after the hair left by the fake Moody changed its shape, he rushed straight to the principal's office.

"Password...uh, please come in."

At the end of the corridor on the third floor, the gargoyle, which sensed someone approaching, habitually asked for the password, but when it found out that it was Harry, it hastily stepped aside.

"Is Mr. Principal in there?" Harry asked aloud when he was about to step into the spiral staircase.

"Here I am."

"Thank you."

After leaving a thank you, Harry walked up the stairs to the eighth floor.

Hey~

The crisp sound of the door knocker immediately attracted the attention of all the living beings in the house. Whether it was the principals in the portraits or the phoenix on the branch, they all looked at the door in unison.

"Haha, Albus, you have a guest here."

Phineas, who was taking a nap, suddenly regained his energy, and a look of watching the excitement appeared on his face.

During the recent period, as long as Harry came to the principal's office to talk to Dumbledore, the final result was that they broke up badly. This made Phineas, who liked to watch Old Deng suffer a lot, really had a lot of fun.

The other principals all showed entangled or worried eyes, wondering what would happen between the old and the young.

"Harry?" Dumbledore conjured up a chair in front of the desk in doubt, "What's the matter, sit down and talk about it first."

"Mr. Principal, look at this." Harry put the strand of hair he got in front of Dumbledore. "This is Professor Moody's hair, which I found."

"This...Harry, I think this is definitely not Alastor's hair, it should belong to some young man." Dumbledore looked at the hair carefully, and his expression gradually became serious, "Are you sure?" ...that's what you got from Professor Moody?"

"It's absolutely true." Harry nodded resolutely, "Two hours ago, it was still the kind of soft old man's hair, but now it has completely changed back. It's a pity that this kind of hair has been transformed once. , there is no way to continue to use it in compound decoction, otherwise we will be able to find out the identity of its owner."

"Compound Potion...Harry, you should be more careful recently. This person pretending to be Mad-Eye should be the one who rescued Voldemort in the Albanian forest. And his purpose of sneaking into the school is obviously for you!"

After pondering for a moment, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became extremely serious: "That's right... I think he must use the Triwizard Tournament, maybe he will find a way to make you a contestant, so you have to temporarily Get out of everyone's sight."

"Uh...Mr. Principal, is your thinking a bit off?" Harry asked with a frown, "I came to you this time to discuss with you how to catch this guy and put him back Mr Moody got out."

"No, I don't suggest this, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head indifferently, "It will do us no good to reveal the identity of this impostor now, but it will also cut off the only clue. Therefore, we might as well Bringing him into surveillance will make it easier to find out their final plans."

"The final plan?" Harry frowned even harder. "Mr. Headmaster, do you think Voldemort and his gang have any other plans besides killing me?"

"I'm not sure about this, Harry..." Dumbledore's eyes flickered undetectably, "So we'd better wait and see what happens, so as not to make the situation even more chaotic."

"is that so…"

Harry was slightly suspicious of Dumbledore's words, because there was a tingle in his mind... Rowena seemed to have discovered something.

But whether or not Dumbledore told him the truth, Harry wasn't going to do the so-called 'wait and see'.

Because Moody's is absolutely in a bad place.

"Mr. Principal, do you know what Mr. Moody is suffering at the moment when you are talking to me?" Harry asked in a deep voice after a long sigh.

"Of course I can imagine it, but I believe that Alastor is a strong warrior, and he will be able to survive those ordeals." Dumbledore's tone seemed worried, but he still insisted on his original idea, " And as long as the impostor is not caught for a day, Mad-Eye will be safe until their final plan is executed..."

"Mr. Principal, do you mean by 'safety' just that you won't die?" Finally, Harry couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up from his chair, "You know that Mr. Moody may be killed. What kind of torture, but in the end, you still have to ignore it, just to find out the other party's so-called plan? So, even if Mr. Moody looks like Bertha Jorkins when he is rescued, you don't think it matters?! "

"Harry, I just..."