Ch 571-575

Thinking of this, Ivan frowned. Trelawney's prediction was undoubtedly proof that Voldemort was planning his resurrection at this moment.

　　 It's just that the process may not be as I thought...

Harry at the side of 　　 was also a little dazed. He gently stroked the lightning-like scar on his forehead, recalling the dream he had had during the summer vacation...

　　 "Harry..."

　　 A shout interrupted Harry's thoughts, and he turned his head to see Ivan looking at him worriedly.

　　Hermione and Ron also noticed Harry's abnormality at this time, and immediately ignored the argument and looked over.

　　 "Do you have anything on your mind? Harry? It has something to do with mysterious people?" Ivan asked.

　　 Harry hesitated, wondering if he should say it.

　　 "There are some things, I suggest you better not hide it in your heart, aren't we friends? Maybe it can help you..." Ivan said in a soft tone of comfort.

　　 This time Moody's question made Ivan realize that the advantage of his familiar plot is becoming weaker and weaker. If he doesn't want to be pitted, then he has to look for clues again.

　　 Harry is a good breakthrough here. If he remembers correctly, Harry should have dreamed of what happened in Riddle's mansion during the summer vacation in the original time and space.

　　 Just as Ivan thought, Harry hesitated.

"About two weeks ago, I had a very strange dream at home... I saw a dark room with a fire burning next to it. Then... I saw someone talking in the room through the crack in the door, one of which was short. The tall man should be Peter, and the other one seems to be the voice of Voldemort..."

　　 "What? You said you saw Peter and you heard... the mysterious man talking?" Before Harry could finish speaking, Hermione asked in surprise.

　　 "That's a dream, isn't it? It's not surprising that anything can appear in a dream!" Ron argued before Harry could reply.

　　 "No! It seems a little different this time..." Harry shook his head, touched the scar on his forehead again, and said slowly. "After I woke up from my dream, this scar was so painful. The last time I was like this was when I faced Voldemort several years ago..."

　　 "Really? Are you sure?" Ron widened his eyes and looked at Harry in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he swallowed again.

"This must be some kind of prediction!" Hermione said firmly, "I have seen in the textbook of divination that some wizards can have a certain sense when their relatives and friends are about to encounter danger. ! Dreamland is one of the most common..."

"You mean Harry and the mysterious person are relatives or friends? Come on, this is really funny..." Ron said with a sneer. He felt that the textbooks of divination were not reliable at all. It's a fool.

"But they are the enemies of the prophecy! This is also a connection, isn't it?" Hermione interrupted Ron's words directly, and then, without looking at him, took Ivan in one hand and Harry with the other hand, and went to Run in the direction of the principal's office. "Let's quickly notify Professor Dumbledore!"

　　 "Wait for me!" Ron hesitated and followed.

　　...

　　 ran for a long time, and when the four panting people arrived at the door of the principal's office, they were dumbfounded because they didn't know the password of the principal's office yet.

　　 After thinking about it, Hermione tentatively said.

　　 "Cockroach pile..."

　　 "Chilled lemon juice..."

　　 "Toffee finger pancakes?"

　　 The huge stone beast remained motionless, still stubbornly blocking it in front of everyone.

　　 "How about trying Zizi Honey Candy?" Ivan turned to say, this is one of Dumbledore's favorite foods.

　　 Click...

　　 Just after Ivan spoke, with a muffled noise, the stone beast guarding the door slowly vibrated, revealing the passing stairs.

　　 "Let's go... It seems we are lucky!" Ivan smiled and walked in first.

　　As they went up the stairs, Harry and Ron couldn't help asking. "How do you know this can open the door?"

　　 "Because Professor Dumbledore usually uses some sweets and drinks he likes as his password!" Hermione explained, then turned her head to look at Ivan.

　　 It was when Ivan had guessed the password of the principal's office last time that she thought of this.

　　The four of them chatted in this way and soon entered the principal's room.

　　 After many days, everything here is business as usual.

　　The only difference is that there are many documents and newspapers stacked on the central desk.

　　 Ivan sneaked a glance after approaching. Except for a few daily prophets, the others should be about the Goblet of Fire.

　　 "Halse, what's the matter with you guys coming to me at this time?" Dumbledore turned the file over and covered it calmly, his eyes under the half-moon glasses scanned Ivan and the others, and asked.

　　 "Professor, this is the case. I had a very strange dream during the summer vacation..." Harry gritted his teeth and repeated all the things he had said to Ivan and others.

　　 Dumbledore's expression became more solemn when he heard Harry talk about the scene he saw in his dream. Of course he knows what it means~www.mtlnovel.com~ This proves that Voldemort's power is being retelled so that he can establish a certain connection with the Horcrux...

　　 "How did you see that scene?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

　　 Dumbledore's solemn expression made Harry a little nervous, he swallowed and stammered.

　　 "I seem to be...like looking up on the ground, Professor!"

　　 crawling forward on the ground, like...a snake!

　　 This thought came to Harry's mind, but he didn't say it because it was so weird!

　　 Hearing Harry's reply, Dumbledore's frowning brows loosened a little, his body leaned forward and his eyes looked straight at Harry, and he continued to ask in a gentle tone. "Then do you remember what they said in the dream?"

　　 Ivan also stared at Harry closely. He needed to know what had changed in the content of the dream before he could judge Voldemort's next move.

　　 "They mentioned the World Cup... a guy named Nagini also mentioned me..." Harry tried very hard to remember that scene again.

But now it has been more than two weeks since the time of dreaming, and the memory has become very hazy like a veil. The more he desperately tries to grasp those details, the more quickly they disappear Slipped through the fingers.

　　Only the deepest scene remained in his memory. Harry's face became worse and worse, cold sweat formed on his forehead, and the lightning-like scar seemed to faintly hurt again.

　　 Finally... Harry yelled almost hideously.

　　 "I saw them in that room...killed someone!"

Harry's words stunned everyone present, and Hermione covered her mouth with her hand and looked at him in astonishment.

　　 "Who? Did you see who it was?" Dumbledore asked, looking as usual.

"It's an old man, he looks like a Muggle. He stood outside the door and listened to Peter and Voldemort's conversation... and then... and then he was found..." Harry panted heavily, his body faint. Trembling, he seemed to have taken a lot of effort to say the rest. "It was Voldemort himself... personally ended him with a killing curse!"

　　 Dumbledore thought for a while, tapping the table top with his left index finger, making a slight noise.

　　The spacious headmaster's room seemed to be filled with heavy pressure. Both Hermione and Ron were frightened by Harry's dreams. If Voldemort could cast spells freely, wouldn't it prove that the Dark Lord has now recovered?

　　 "Professor, do you think this is just a dream?" Harry couldn't bear the heavier atmosphere in the principal's office and couldn't help but ask.

　　 "No, I think that might be true!" Dumbledore shook his head, with a serious expression, he looked at Harry and said again. "Voldemort must be planning something... and obviously it has something to do with you!"

　　 After getting Dumbledore's affirmation, Harry and the others were a little nervous, and the news of Voldemort's resurrection was beyond their tolerance.

　　 Ivan also put on a solemn look on the surface, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

　　Because he understood that Voldemort had not really been resurrected, but he had obtained a baby-like body with the help of Peter. He is still very weak and even unable to move on his own.

　　 However, Harry's words also revealed another key message, that is, Voldemort's seventh Horcrux-the snake named Nagini has been made.

　　In other words, the remaining Horcruxes have increased to three...

　　 Thinking of this, Ivan gave Harry a calm look.

　　Hufflepuff's golden cup hidden in Gringotts, and Nagini, the serpent who is following Voldemort, are all protected, but they can be destroyed by finding the right way.

　　 But Harry, this Horcrux is extremely tricky.

　　 The practice of letting Voldemort destroy the Horcrux himself in the original time and space has great uncertainty and contingency in Ivan's view...

　　 There are only two other options. Either study the Horcrux and find a way to strip the soul, or you must kill Harry, the Horcrux carrier...

　　 Just as Ivan was thinking about it, Dumbledore also noticed the solemn expressions of everyone, and he comforted him.

"Don't worry too much, Harry! According to what you saw and heard in your dreams, I don't think Voldemort was able to fully restore his strength. Otherwise, he would probably have gathered his followers again instead of and Peter is hiding somewhere together!"

　　 Dumbledore's gentle words seemed to have a certain magical power, soothing the hearts of Harry and the others, making them calm down again.

　　 "Do you remember some more specific details?" Dumbledore looked at Harry and asked again.

　　 Harry tried hard to think about it, but in the end he shook his head dejectedly, he couldn't think of more things.

　　 "Don't worry, you can think slowly!" Dumbledore stared into Harry's eyes, and his words became light.

Harry found that Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have some kind of light, and then his brain became a little groggy. He seemed to be in that dream again, and in the dream he became that crawling again. The snake...

　　 Sense of God...

　　 Ivan realized this immediately and immediately performed Occlumency, only to realize that Dumbledore had no intention of targeting himself, so he relaxed.

　　 Compared with the secret casting before, Dumbledore's performance is more obvious this time.

　　 But it's right to think about it. The current form is much more severe than in the original time and space. Dumbledore is already in a total weakness, not far from death, but Voldemort is about to regain his strength and return.

　　At this special juncture, every news about Voldemort is extremely important, and it is likely to determine the ultimate success or failure!

　　 Ivan also wanted to know if there was any key information in Harry's dream, and his eyes flicked between Dumbledore and Harry.

　　 Harry seemed to be in a memory at the moment, and Dumbledore's face was slightly surprised and delighted...

Unfortunately, this emotional change only lasted for a moment. When Ivan looked over again, Dumbledore's complexion returned to his former appearance, which made Ivan wonder if he was wrong. Up.

　　 Before Ivan could think about it, Harry awoke from that groggy state and shouted loudly.

　　 "I remembered that a witch named Bertha Jorkins was missing. It was Peter! They also planned to find another servant and try to get rid of me!"

　　 Harry said hurriedly, as if he would forget those dusty memories if he slowed down, then he turned his head abruptly and said to Ivan.

　　 "And Ivan... they also mentioned you!"

　　 "Me?" Ivan pointed to himself in surprise.

　　 Harry nodded, recalling. "Yes! Voldemort looked very angry when he mentioned you! It's just that I was so far away and didn't hear what they said specifically!"

　　 Ivan frowned ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Being hated by people like Voldemort is not good news.

　　 Ivan also has a new understanding of the dark king's careful eye.

　　 You must know that before the real resurrection, the subject and the Horcrux were weak. The news that the Horcrux diary was destroyed in the original time and space was confirmed by Voldemort from Lucius Malfoy.

　　 Except for the Horcrux, Ivan didn't think he had a lot of risking each other...probably the two big dung eggs.

　　 But... As for remembering hatred for so long?

　　 Harry would still remember all the details in a scattered way, throwing out all the useful or not, and even tried his best to describe the furnishings in the room, and talked about it for several minutes!

　　In the end, Harry's words began to become abnormally hoarse, until he could not squeeze any clues, he stopped.

　　 "I only know so much, Professor!" Harry took a few breaths and said dryly.

　　 "You did a good job, Harry! This will be a very useful piece of information!" Dumbledore looked at Harry with admiration and said softly.

　　 "Then what should we do next?" Harry asked eagerly. After learning that Voldemort was trying to target himself, he was eager to do something.

　　 "Hmm... you have to think about it," Dumbledore thought for a while, then looked up at the clock on the wall, as if he had finally thought of something, and said.

　　 "Ah, yes! It's almost time for dinner now... I think the best thing you should do is go to the auditorium to fill your stomach, and then take a good rest..."

Dumbledore's jumpy answer made Harry stunned. He didn't quite understand why the topic suddenly changed from the resurrection of the Dark Lord to today's dinner.

　　 "But...Professor..."

　　 Harry wanted to continue to inquire, but was stopped after a few words.

　　 Ivan shook his head at Harry, told him to speak less, then looked at Dumbledore and said. "Professor, if there is no other order, we will go back first!"

　　 "Go!" Dumbledore waved his hand tiredly, before everyone left, looking at Harry and saying something. "If there are similar news again, you'd better notify me as soon as possible!"

　　...

　　 "So, shall we go back like this?"

　　Out of the principal's office, Harry looked back and said unwillingly, he still had a lot of questions before he could ask.

　　 "How about it? What do you think we can do?" Ivan glanced at Harry and said helplessly.

　　 Dumbledore's meaning couldn't be clearer. Even if Voldemort was planning something secretly, their fourth-grade little wizards could not help much, or it would be good if they didn't help!

　　 In the original time and space, if Harry hadn't acted privately and brought his friends into the Department of Mystery Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, he would not have been trapped by Voldemort, leading to the unfortunate death of Sirius.

In fact, this result can be regarded as the halo of Harry's protagonist. Otherwise, these little wizards who have not graduated will have been wiped out in the battle with the Death Eaters without waiting for the assistance of the Order of the Phoenix. .

　　 "Ivan is right, Harry! We have done everything we can, and the rest of Professor Dumbledore will take care of it!" Hermione also said to help.

　　 Harry opened his mouth and planned to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that he really couldn't do anything.

　　 Ron comforted Harry while Ivan was thinking about how to tell Dumbledore about the Hufflepuff Golden Cup at Gringotts as naturally as possible.

　　 This is the best Horcrux to deal with at present, but it is difficult to break into the Gringotts with your own strength, and it is not safe to use Bogk to disguise it.

　　 Just walking with each other's thoughts, the four of them quickly arrived at the auditorium.

　　 I stayed in the principal's room for a while. They obviously came a little late. The long table of the four major colleges was already crowded with people eating. Ivan and the others didn't dare to delay and quickly found an empty seat to sit down.

After attending the course for a day, Ron was a little hungry. As soon as he sat down, he could not wait to pick up a knife and cut a large piece of cake into his mouth, chewing it, and then took the lemon juice and poured it fiercely. He took a mouthful and hiccuped comfortably.

　　 Ivan aimed at the shortbread cookies on the table, drew a fork onto his plate, and began to enjoy today's dinner.

　　While eating, Ivan didn't forget to look at Hermione. Seeing that the little witch took the slice of bread and smeared jam on it, she knew she had figured it out.

　　 "Oh my God, Hermione, you started eating! Didn't you say that you would rather starve to death than eat food from slave labor?" Ron noticed this at this time, and said in surprise.

　　 "Because I have already figured it out, there is a better way to state your position on the rights of the elves." Hermione turned her head and gave Ron a fierce look.

　　 Ron curled his lips, but he was not so stupid as to continue to speak out to stimulate Hermione, instead he turned his body to look at Harry who was obviously a little absent-minded.

　　 "Are you still thinking about mysterious people? Forget about them, Harry! Just think of it as a dream! No, it was a dream!" Ron said comfortingly.

　　 Harry didn't say anything, just nodded perfunctorily.

He wanted to forget it temporarily, like Ron said, but it turned out that it was obviously not that easy to do. As soon as he closes his eyes now, a scene from the dream will appear in his mind, and he wants to forget it. Unforgettable.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings outside the door of the auditorium. Ivan heard the sound and looked over, and saw flocks of owls flying in from outside, sending letters and articles to Si The long desk of the graduate school.

　　 One of the owls was spinning around in the sky above the auditorium, and finally flew over here.

　　 There was a look of surprise on Harry's face, he thought it must be a letter from Sirius!

　　When he was a guest at Dursley's house before, he told Sirius about his scar pain, so he was eager to see Sirius' reply.

　　 It's a pity that this owl fell directly on Ivan's shoulder under the gaze he expected.

　　 "Who wrote you?" Harry couldn't help but asked.

"Well, it should have been sent by my mother...well, and the Daily Prophet I ordered is here too!" Ivan swallowed the steak in his mouth, and grabbed the owl on his shoulder inconspicuously. Take down the envelope and newspaper hanging on the opponent's feet.

　　 The letter Ivan didn't mean to open it on the spot. It might involve something that is not convenient for Harry and others to know, so he put it away and prepared to wait to read it at night.

　　 As for the newspaper, Ivan didn't take this into consideration, and turned it over in front of a few people.

　　 "This is?" Looking at the cover of the Daily Prophet, Ivan frowned involuntarily.

　　It was a chaotic camp~www.mtlnovel.com~ There were flames on all sides, and a large number of people who didn't know whether it was a wizard or a Muggle were fleeing in panic, rendering the whole scene terrifying.

　　 "Isn't this the chaos that happened on the day of the World Cup? It was filmed!" Hermione leaned her head and said in surprise.

　　 When Harry and Ron heard this, they looked over curiously.

　　 After just a few glances, the faces of the two of them looked like they had eaten flies, because in addition to reporting the chaotic scene at the beginning, the Daily Prophet also specifically mentioned the mistakes of the Ministry of Magic and the fact that Sirius was almost caught.

"Your dad is in the newspaper, Weasley!" Malfoy, who was full and drunk, walked over with his two followers, holding a copy of the exact same Daily Prophet in his hand, and gloating on his face color.

　　After taunting Ron, Malfoy turned his gaze to Harry's body again. "Oh, and you Harry, your godfather is almost going to Azkaban again."

　　 "How about I read it to you?" Malfoy cleared his throat and read aloud while looking at the newspaper, ignoring Harry and Ron's gazes about hitting people.

　　"Recently, a large-scale riot broke out after the Quidditch World Cup. Mobs burned tents and tortured Muggles for fun.

　　According to unknown sources, the Ministry of Magic caught a former Azkaban fugitive Sirius Black at the scene, suspected to be the culprit who provoked the chaos! "

　　 "Yeah, I think their suspicions are justified. It's a coincidence that such chaos broke out just as long as Blake escaped from prison!" Malfoy looked at Harry playfully and laughed.

Malfoy's words made Harry so angry that if Hermione and Ron hadn't stopped him, they could almost smash the plate in his hand.

　　 "Are you trying to beg or beating again? Malfoy?" Ivan slowly put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at Malfoy, a little helpless.

　　 How many times have you been? Malfoy always remembers eating or not, or is Harry really that attractive?

"You..." Malfoy's pale face flushed suddenly, and he wanted to put down a few ruthless words so as not to lose his momentum, but when he saw that Ivan was showing signs of pulling out his wand, he immediately came to his mouth. The words were swallowed.

　　 The previous lessons made him deeply understand the gap between the strengths of the two sides, and he was completely asking for trouble.

　　 "I'm just here to congratulate Weasley's father and the Azkaban fugitive on the newspaper..." Malfoy finally dared to add a strange sentence, and then angrily took his two followers and prepared to leave.

　　 At this time, Ivan said suddenly. "That's all thanks to your dad taking the lead in making trouble during the World Cup, isn't it? Otherwise, it won't cause such a misunderstanding..."

　　 "Nonsense!" Malfoy shouted loudly, with a panic on his face.

　　 Harry also looked at Ivan in surprise, not understanding why he said that.

　　 Ron was excited, "Ivan, you must have found something, right? I knew Malfoy his father was not a good thing!"

　　 Ivan did not pay attention to Ron, but kept paying attention to the changes in Malfoy's expression. Seeing the excited appearance of the other party, he became more affirmed of his previous guesses.

　　 The chaos of the Quidditch World Cup was mostly planned by Lucius Malfoy...

　　 "You are slander! My father stayed in the tent to sleep that night, and he didn't go anywhere!" Malfoy shouted loudly.

　　 But his words were obviously not very convincing, and Hermione quickly found the loopholes in it, and retorted sarcastically.

　　 "Really? After such a big mess, your father is still sleeping in the tent? Then his heart is really big enough!"

　　 Malfoy was speechless, and he fumbled and argued after a long while. "My dad usually sleeps a lot..."

"Don't lie to us, Malfoy! I heard that your father used to be a Death Eater, didn't he?" Ron gained power and continued to ask, even eavesdropping at home about the truth. The gossip news was told.

　　 "When the mysterious man lost power, your father lied that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and he escaped by luck..."

　　 "Death Eaters? Who is talking about Death Eaters?"

　　 A hoarse voice suddenly interrupted the conversation of several people. Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, but Moody limped and walked over from the other end of the auditorium.

Moody got closer and closer, the hideous scars on his face twitched from time to time, and the large blue magic eye on the left turned frequently left and right, sweeping across Harry, Ron, Malfoy and others. After that, he finally stopped on Ivan's body.

　　 "I heard Death Eaters just now! Tell me, who actually said that?" Moody asked loudly.

Harry, Hermione, and Malfoy were all taken aback by Moody's overwhelming reaction. Ron's body was trembling and he dared not make a sound, because he couldn't figure out whether he was right or not, and he didn't know Moody's. What is his attitude.

Judging from the rumors he has heard about Moody these days, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor seems to have a problem with his brain. The Ministry of Magic retired because Moody could no longer distinguish the difference between a normal handshake and an attack.

　　 Ivan was upset, ready to test Moody, but Malfoy was a step ahead.

"We were talking about Sirius Black...Professor! The running dog of the mysterious man, the escaped prisoner of Azkaban..." Malfoy's eyes grunted and looked at Harry viciously. Opened his mouth and said.

"Want to lie to me? You are still very tender, kid! I know that Black, he is not a Death Eater!" Moody yelled loudly, his crutches in his hand paused heavily on the ground, making a dull sound. Interrupted Malfoy's words.

　　 Then, without waiting for Malfoy to reply, Moody slapped his head as if he was thinking of something. "Ah... I know who you are talking about, it's Lucius Malfoy!"

　　 "Listen boy! I know your father Lucius, and I also know what virtue he is. Such a person should stay in Azkaban!

　　 You'd better not let me know that you and your father have the same virtue, otherwise Azkaban will have to add another prisoner. I will keep staring at you in school! "

　　 Moody said threateningly, speaking very sharply, not even considering that Malfoy was a fourteen-year-old kid.

"Are you threatening me?! You're done! I'm going to tell my father to let him fire you!" Malfoy stepped back, looking at Moody in fear, and finally hit Gore and Claire directly. Body.

"Go! Kid... Go home and tell him! I want to see how much Lucius has the courage!" Moody spat in disdain~www.mtlnovel.com~ Malfoy's mouth was flat. He didn't dare to refute at all, and ran away in a hurry with his two attendants.

　　 Watching Malfoy rushing away in a hurry, Ron couldn't help laughing, Harry said gratefully while looking at Moody.

　　 "Thank you, professor!"

"It's okay, boy! Dumbledore asked me to look after you in school when he came to me. I can't let a Death Eater kid get too close to you! Who knows what crooked ideas are in his mind? ..." Moody waved his hand and continued speaking in a low voice.

　　 "I have seen some Death Eaters, what they do best is to disguise, put on a harmless look like humans and animals close to you, and then suddenly use the Killing Curse to attack you without paying attention!"

　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione felt that Malfoy didn't have the guts, but they were very useful for Moody's maintenance.

　　 Several people even think of Lupin in the last school year, and their attitude towards Moody's has also changed 180 degrees, at least not because of some rumors and the hideous scars on Moody's face.

　　 Ivan did not relax his vigilance because of Moody's words of defense.

　　 In his opinion, even the name seen on the map of the live point yesterday is not enough to confirm the identity of the other party 100%.

So after Moody's arrival, Ivan looked at the old Auror who was over 60 years old in front of him, especially at Moody's waist, trying to find the possibility, full of The hip flask of compound decoction...

Unfortunately, Ivan was disappointed to find that there was nothing there.

　　 "Are you observing me? Why?" Moody keenly noticed Ivan's gaze, suddenly turned his head around, and the blue magic eyes stared at him.

　　 Ivan's expression rushed, he didn't expect Moody's feelings to be so sensitive.

　　 After a short stunned, Ivan reacted, showing an apologetic expression, and began to explain. "Please forgive me, professor! I think you should also be aware of rumors about the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

　　 "Do you mean that legend? Every year the wizard who holds the post of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professorship is unlucky?" Moody asked.

"I think this is not just a rumor. The previous professors have unfortunately been fulfilled. No one can coach for more than a year!" Ivan talked freely and flattered by the way, "But I think you are so legendary. Maybe the Auror of the United States can break this curse!"

　　 "Stop flattering me, kid!"

　　 Moody sneered and waved his hand. He didn't take this set. He bent down, staring at Ivan with the weird blue magic eyes, and said word by word. "I guess that's not what you really want to say! The look in your eyes just now told me that you were suspicious of me, right?"

　　 "Why do you think so? Professor?" Moody's words were out of Ivan's expectations again, and he frowned.

　　 "I did my homework before I came here, kid!" Moody grinned, and the crutch he was holding in his right hand paused heavily on the floor.

"I have to say that Albus was indeed lack of consideration when choosing people... The Defense Against the Dark Arts class professors in the past few years were very special. One was a dark wizard, a liar with no abilities, and a...werewolf! I heard that they were all picked up by you, and you suspect that I am normal..."

　　 When talking about Lupin's identity, Moody kept his voice down to ensure that only Ivan could hear him.

　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all surprised, and didn't quite understand how Moody knew the identity of Professor Lupin.

　　 Ivan is not surprised, Moody and Lupin are both members of the Order of the Phoenix, and it is normal for them to know each other.

　　 The only thing that unexpectedly came out of him was that Moody directly picked his suspicion on the bright side, which made Ivan somewhat embarrassed.

　　 Fortunately, Ivan's cheek is very thick, even if he is exposed to the face, there is no change on the face, he turned to admire.

　　 "The professor is worthy of being a legend in the Auror world. It seems that he can't hide anything from you! I apologize to you professor for the previous offense!"

　　 "Hey, the flattery this time is a bit sincere!" Moody sneered, then continued. "Besides, you don't have to apologize to me for this! It's a good habit to be vigilant at all times!"

"I understand that feeling too well, Hals!" Moody lowered his head, his face suddenly became nervous, "I have captured too many Death Eaters in my life, and many dark wizards who flee away will I take it as a thorn in my eye, if given the opportunity, they will definitely get rid of me at all costs!"

　　 "So I have to do this every time..."

While talking, Moody picked up a donut on the table, put it in front of his nose and sniffed, then took out the silver knife in his arms and poked it a few times to confirm that it was not poisonous, and finally threw it away with confidence In the mouth.

　　 "Well, these desserts look okay... I have to take some back to eat!" Moody slapped his mouth and muttered.

　　 Ivan looked at Moody's neurotic and cautious behavior, and immediately became a little speechless. Isn't he afraid of splitting his nerves all day while worrying about the feared life?

　　 Moody didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior, he had already regarded this caution as a habit, and after swallowing the doughnut, he spoke again.

"I read the newspaper a few months ago, and I have to say that your debate in the Trial Court was very exciting, Hals! I wouldn't dare if Dumbledore hadn't told me some of your stories. I believe that a little wizard can have so many legendary experiences..."

　　 "I dare say that if you come to the Ministry of Magic after graduation, you will definitely be the best Auror ever!"

　　Moody looked at Ivan, unabashedly admiring him.

　　 "If there is a chance, I will consider it!" Ivan shrugged and said noncommittal.

"Really?" Moody heard the perfunctory expression in Ivan's words, his face showed a little disappointment, but he didn't persuade him anymore. He took a plate and fork and took some desserts on the table, before leaving. Don't forget to turn his head to remind and say.

　　 "Remember to always be vigilant, kid!"

　　 Watching Moody's away back, Ivan's doubts dispersed a lot. Regardless of his speech and demeanor or his keenness, the other party was really Moody.

　　 "It seems that we will have a great Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor this year, just like last year!" Harry said with emotion.

　　 "He is a real master of defense against the dark arts, a legendary Auror in the magic world!" Hermione nodded in agreement.

　　 Then the little witch looked at Ivan again and continued to speak. "I think Professor Moody is right. Ivan, you are very suitable to be an Auror. If I become the Minister of Magic, how about I hire you as the executive director?"

　　 "Wait, Hermione, haven't you been going to liberate the house elves recently? Why did you get involved with the Minister of Magic again?" Ron asked strangely~www.mtlnovel.com~ This is not a conflict, is it? Only by becoming the Minister of Magic can we really change the wizard's discrimination against house elves! During this time, I plan to go to the kitchen to ask more about the thoughts of the house elves..." Hermione vowed to say, and even thought about assigning positions to Harry and Ron.

　　 But neither of them paid attention to Hermione's whimsical rhetoric. It was so easy to become Minister of Magic.

　　 Ivan was secretly glad that his words last night had some effect, at least in the near future, there is no need to worry about Hermione taking out the "vomiting" badge and forcing them to wear it.

　　 Thinking this way, Ivan turned his gaze to the unfinished Daily Prophet.

　　 In addition to the front page photo of Death Eaters attacking the camp, Ivan also saw the scene below Sirius being captured by several Aurors.

　　 "Sirius is too reckless, the Quidditch stadium is so chaotic, he should stay in place to protect you!" Ivan shook his head and couldn't help speaking.

　　 "I think Sirius must believe that we can protect himself!" Harry began to defend his godfather.

　　 Ivan rolled his eyes. They were lucky at best. If they really ran into hordes of Death Eaters, what was the difference between the "self-defense magic" they learned in the past few years and Bai Ge?

However, Ivan also knows how much Sirius hates Death Eaters. According to his character, he saw Death Eaters boldly appearing on the camp outside the World Cup, setting fires and torturing Muggles, and he would immediately rush to them It's normal...