Ch 667-670

Generally speaking, the transformed creatures are the manifestation of the magic power of the wizard, and will obey the various commands of the spellcaster to a certain extent.

But the horned snoring beast in front of him was obviously different. Ivan found that he could not control the opponent's actions, and he could not see the slightest flaw with his current level of Transfiguration.

It's as if the creature in front of you is real and not deformed...

"The curse stops immediately!" Ivan pressed his wand against the head of the horned snoring beast, trying to release the deformation magic he had applied.

However, as a burst of white light flashed, the horned snorer still stood on the spot, looking at him with an innocent and scared look.

Ivan's face was full of joy and shock. Could it be that he really completed a biological transformation, completely turning a wooden block into a horned snoring beast? Created a whole new species?

Ivan subconsciously wanted to deny this possibility, the more he studied, the more he understood the difficulty.

The examples of complete transformation in the magic world today are legends that do not know whether they are true or false.

On the contrary, a large number of teaching books related to transfiguration art clearly mention that transfiguration magic cannot really change the nature of things.

For example, food deformed by magic can never be used to fill the stomach, because this food has no nutrition. After the magic power added by the wizard disappears, it will return to its original state, and even cause an extremely serious accident!

It is precisely this way that the magic world will have so many impoverished wizards, otherwise everyone can obtain all the resources they want with just a transformation technique.

"Could it be related to the promotion of magic to level 7?" Ivan changed his mind, thinking that it might be because of the enhancement of transformation magic that allowed him to break through a certain limit.

Thinking of this possibility, Ivan immediately tried, and once again swung his wand to aim at the crucible that was turned on the ground.

Under the action of magic, the crucible quickly melted and transformed into another horned snoring beast. It was the size of a human head and looked mighty and majestic. It was also impossible to find any flaws on the outside, but when compared Ivan always feels something is missing for the horned snoring beast above...

"Spell stop!" Ivan waved his magic wand again, and aimed at the newly transformed horned snoring beast.

Unlike the previous spellcasting, this time his transformation magic was lifted, and the horned snorer turned into a cauldron again.

"How could this be?" Ivan was very puzzled. It seems that he had thought wrong before. Even the seventh-level transformation magic can't completely change the essence of things...

Then there is only one last possibility left-the protection mode is more powerful than he thought, powerful enough to easily reverse the essence of things, and turn a sparse ordinary wood into a living horned snoring beast!

Of course, all of this was his guess. To be more specific, he would have to observe the horned snorer for a few more days to see if it would return to its original shape to be truly sure.

Thinking of this, Ivan took out a transparent jar from the drawer, poked a few holes, and applied an extension curse in it to expand the space, intending to transform it into a new home for the horned snoring beast, which is convenient for these days. Observed.

By the time he finished all this and threw the horned snoring beast in, it was almost time for dinner.

Ivan didn't stay much in the responsive house, stuffed the jar into his pocket, and used the restoration spell to restore the damaged things one by one, and then left here and walked downstairs.

Walking all the way to the third floor, Ivan unexpectedly ran into Crouch, who was about to return to the office. He changed his direction and ran after him.

"Wait, Mr. Crouch!"

"What's wrong, Hals?" Crouch turned his head and looked at Ivan in surprise.

"Nothing, I just want to ask if you found any news about Batty?" Ivan asked.

Ivan has been busy preparing for the second game these days, and can't really spare too much energy to investigate the whereabouts of Barty Jr., so he thinks that Crouch, who has been idle, might gain something.

However, after listening to Ivan's words, Crouch's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a while before speaking. "Recently, Moody and I are investigating suspicious people in the castle, but there is no clue yet..."

Ivan was a little disappointed, it's been more than half a semester, but Barty Little is still missing.

Is it true that you have to guard the trophy of the three finals and wait for the opponent to replace it with the door key before you capture it?

But now anyone with a discerning eye can see that Harry's chances of winning the championship are slim, and Barty Jr. may not adopt the same method as the original space-time.

Therefore, Barty must be caught before the start of the third game.

"Mr. Crouch, do your son Barty Jr. have any obvious characteristics, preferences, or habits?" Ivan asked instead.

Crouch pondered for a while. He tried to think about Barty's little boy. Only then did he realize that he knew so little about this son that he couldn't tell Barty's hobbies and habits in one breath.

A little guilt appeared on Crouch's face, he was annoyed that he had been so busy with work that he had neglected to care about Little Barty. If he could find out that Barty and some dark wizards were close in time, maybe things would not develop to where they are today.

Although there are not many things that can be recalled, in order to help Ivan, Crouch said as much as he could.

"My son usually likes to play Quidditch the most~www.mtlnovel.com~ and occasionally studies some dangerous magic. In addition, he highly respects the theory of pure blood, which may be the reason why he surrendered to mysterious people... "

"Is there anything more specific, such as a certain habit that cannot be changed, the obvious one!" Ivan interrupted Crouch's words, and it was impossible to determine the identity of Barty Jr. from these alone. Judging from the experience of the original time and space, the other party can be very disguised.

Crouch hesitated for a long time, was about to shake his head, but suddenly remembered something. "By the way, my son Barty Jr. prefers sweets. Since Azkaban came back, he has been obsessed with sweet things."

Ivan nodded. He thought this should be a good clue. If you are really addicted to something, it is not easy to quit it, and this kind of small habit may not be aware of it sometimes.

"I know so much. I'll give you another picture of him!" Crouch sighed, looked through the pocket of the wizard's robe, found a picture and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan stretched out his hand and took a look. In the photo, it was a young wizard with pale skin and light yellow hair. The eye sockets were all slightly sunken and looked very thin.

He is my son Batty Jr. This photo was taken last year, but I think it will not change much now. "Crouch said with emotion.

"Thanks, Mr. Crouch, the information you provided should be very helpful." After a few glances, Ivan put the photo away.

"No, it's me who caused you trouble!" Crouch shook his head, said with a wry smile, then looked at Ivan, hesitated for a while, and asked again.

"Hals, take the liberty to ask, why are you so obsessed with finding my son Batty Jr.?"

Crouch was very puzzled about this.

Naturally, he didn't want to excuse Batty. On the contrary, he hoped that his son could be caught as soon as possible, so as to make up for the mistakes he had committed before.

But Crouch believes that such matters should be left to the principal and faculty members. Shouldn't children as old as Ivan focus on studying and living?

What's more, Ivan is still a Hogwarts Warrior and just won the second game. It stands to reason that it is the time to celebrate with his friends.

"Mr. Crouch, Harry is my best friend, now he is in danger, of course I can't let it go..." Ivan explained.

There is another important reason Ivan did not say, that is, Barty Crouch Jr. is planning to send Harry to Voldemort, so that the Dark Lord can be reborn.

In order to stay for a few more years, Ivan felt that it would be better to disturb Voldemort's resurrection plan. This is the reason why he is so concerned.

Is it for friends and a sense of justice in your heart? Crouch looked at Ivan with a complex expression. He had similar ideas once before...

Crouch patted Ivan on the shoulder with emotion, and after a few words of encouragement, he turned and left.

With new clues, Ivan stopped chatting with Crouchdo, and walked all the way downstairs to the auditorium.

Entering the hall, Ivan found that he was a little late. The long table of the four colleges was already full of people. Fortunately, Harry, Ron, and Hermione left a space for himself, and Ivan hurried over and took a seat. Come down.

"Ivan, where did you go? George and the others held a celebration in the lounge in the afternoon, but they never waited for you." Harry asked curiously.

"I found an empty classroom to practice magic... You know, I don't always like to attend celebrations. I might as well read two more books at that time." Ivan said vaguely, using a magic wand. Clicking on the empty plate in front of him, a delicious steak appeared in front of him.

"You should have told me in advance. I knew I wouldn't go." Harry sighed, thinking of the "enthusiastic" Gryffindors in the afternoon, he wanted to find a place to sew down.

Because of Ivan's absence, most of the little lions have transferred firepower to him, and they kept asking him to repeat the dangerous experience at the bottom of the lake, as if they didn't get tired of listening at all.

George and Fred even made up his rescue of Ginny into an epic love story, and teased Ginny as his most beloved baby...

Harry kept complaining about George and Fred's mischief, but Ivan on the side didn't hear what Harry was talking about. His attention had long been on the little wizards who like to eat sweets.

But Ivan looked around and quickly realized that it was too difficult to find Barty Crouch Jr. based on the characteristic of eating sweets.

Because most little wizards have a special preference for sweets, if you check one by one, when do you have to find out?

Ivan frowned and was very disappointed. He thought he had got a key clue that he could use to find Batty, but now it seems that this clue is of limited use.

Kang Dang~

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, a crisp sound suddenly came from the hall, interrupting his thoughts.

Ivan turned his head strangely and looked there, and found that it was the reckless Neville who accidentally ran into Moody, who was about to leave the auditorium. There was still a knocked over plate on the ground, and the pastries inside were so random. Of scattered on the ground.

"Hug...sorry, Professor Moody...I didn't mean it!" Neville stumbled and sat on the ground. As soon as he looked up, he saw Moody's scarred face, and the words were unsuccessful for a while.

"Be careful next time, kid!" Moody said irritably, and pulled Neville up, who fell to the ground, and then pierced his cane and cast a clean-up spell to clean up the broken plates and pastries into the trash. In the bag.

"Is Professor Moody's always like this?" Ivan looked at this scene from a distance, with a thought, suddenly asked.

"Of course, Professor Moody just looks fierce, but he is actually very good." Harry nodded, and after most of the semester's contact, his impression of Moody is getting better and better.

Although Moody's usually behaves very harshly in class, they can always learn a lot of new knowledge in Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

"Yeah, if Professor Moody can be a little more normal in normal times, don't always suspect that someone wants to murder him, it would be better!" Ron on the side also complained.

"I'm not asking you this." Ivan rolled his eyes. "I mean, did you notice that Professor Moody likes to eat some desserts after meals."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, then shook their heads together. Who is okay to pay attention to this?

Ivan sighed ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Knowing that he could not count on them, he remembered it for himself. He vaguely remembered that he had seen Moody's take it after the meal during the first time of school. Some pastries, donuts, etc., but I don't know if this happens often.

"Professor Moody does have a habit of eating dessert...what's wrong? What do you ask this for?" Hermione said suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Ivan put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and asked eagerly.

"I listened to those house elves in the kitchen. Professor Moody would sometimes go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to prepare them for supper." Hermione pursed her mouth and said dissatisfiedly, and then she opened the conversation box The same, continue to talk endlessly.

"Those house elves are already poor enough. They need to be busy during the day, cleaning the entire castle and preparing food for us. At night, they should have a good rest, but there are always people who will disturb them in the middle of the night!"

Having said that, Hermione also glanced at Ivan, because from the information she had learned, Ivan would occasionally go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to force the house elves to cook.

Come on, Hermione, those house elves don't need to rest, they can't wait to work all day long! "Ron said with a sneer.

Hermione stared at him angrily, about to refute, but saw Ivan standing next to him suddenly stand up, throw the knife and fork aside, and ran straight outside.

"Ivan? Where are you going?" Hermione shouted, but Ivan did not stop to explain, and quickly disappeared in the hallway.

Hermione hesitated for a while, and roughly guessed where Ivan wanted to go, and then dropped the tableware and ran after him.

"Are they not going to eat anymore?" Ron asked curiously as he looked at Ivan and Hermione who left the table one after another.

"How do I know?" Harry was also at a loss, completely confused.

...

After leaving the hall, Ivan opened the map of Huodian for the first time and checked it.

Strands of black ink gradually surfaced on the parchment paper, sketching out the plan of the entire castle and its names.

Ivan saw the name that was moving at a glance.

Alastor Moody!

Ivan frowned, and after a while, he put away the live spot map.

When he looked up again, he had already arrived in the basement of the castle. In front of him was an exceptionally wide stone corridor. The torches on both sides illuminated the surroundings very brightly. The thick stone walls were decorated with many pictures, which were all food.

Ivan walked quickly to a picture with a large fruit plate, stretched out his hand and scratched the large green pear lightly. The pear squirmed suddenly, and smiled, suddenly becoming a big one. Green door handle.

Ivan grabbed it, and when he was about to push it away, he heard a rush of footsteps behind him, and turned his head to find that it was Hermione.

"Hermione, what are you doing with you?" Ivan was very strange.

"Of course I'm here to help!" Hermione vowed. "I am very familiar with these house elves, and have dealt with them many times!"

Ivan nodded helplessly. Since they are all here, he is always difficult to drive people, so he had to grab the doorknob and push the door to the kitchen open.

Inside is a very tall room, the same size as the auditorium above. There are many gleaming copper pots and basins on the surrounding stone wall, and there is a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

The most eye-catching is the four long wooden tables, placed exactly the same as the tables of the four colleges in the auditorium above.

From time to time, Ivan could see short house elves busying themselves inside, placing rows of painstakingly crafted foods on the table. After a while, these foods disappeared without a trace. Obviously, they were caught by the students. We summoned up.

"Each house elves are very hardworking. They work non-stop every day. They hardly make mistakes, but they can't live a little better." Hermione said very disappointed.

Ivan didn't reply. In fact, the house elves at Hogwarts were already pretty good compared to other similar experiences. Those house elves who served the pure-blood families had a miserable life.

The arrival of the two of them naturally couldn't hide from these careful house elves. The nearest ones immediately put aside the work at hand and surrounded Ivan's body. As for Hermione next to them, they were completely raised by these house elves. The wizard ignored it.

Because the other party always comes here to spread some "evil" theories, the house elves are afraid to avoid them.

"Mr. Hals, do you have any needs?" the house elf in the lead said very eagerly.

Ivan squatted down, stared at the opponent as much as possible, and asked gently. "I came here to ask you something. I heard that Professor Moody often asks you to prepare a supper at night, is that right?"

"Yes! Mr. Moody told us that he needs to investigate suspicious people in the castle, usually very late, so he needs an extra midnight snack. We are happy to help!" The house elf shouted proudly. Tao.

Ivan nodded, not caring whether it was clean or not, so he sat on the floor and started thinking.

The house elves gathered around Ivan quietly, motionless, and Hermione didn't dare to disturb Ivan's thinking by a loud voice.

After a long while, Ivan seemed to have recovered and looked at the house elves again. "Have you cleaned Professor Moody's office? I have been there once, um, what should I say... It's very messy!"

"Mr. Moody never let us into his office, he said there are many dangerous collections, and each one is deadly enough." The house elf replied very frustrated.

"Is that so?" Ivan slowly stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and finally said. "I suddenly want to eat a supper, please prepare it for me, just follow Professor Moody's request!"

The house elves are very happy to get busy.

...

After more than ten minutes, Ivan opened the door and left the kitchen enthusiastically by the house elves.

In comparison, Ivan had an extra dinner plate in his hand, on which was placed half a steak, a large bunch of hot dogs, a few mousse cakes and a small amount of dessert.

"Would you like to eat? Hermione?" Ivan cut off a piece of hot dog and ate it, then handed the plate to Hermione, motioning.

Hermione shook her head. Hearing what Ivan had said before, she didn't even have the heart to eat, so she hurriedly asked. "Are you suspicious of Professor Moody?"

"But... how is that possible?" Hermione felt a little unbelievable~www.mtlnovel.com~ Moody is a legendary Auror, and has helped them a lot during most of the semester. She is the best she has ever seen. Great defense against the dark arts class professor!

"Yeah, how could that be possible..." Ivan nodded in agreement, picking up a piece of mousse cake and stuffing it into his mouth.

Hermione bit her lip dullly, her brown eyes fixed on Ivan, of course she could hear the perfunctory words of Ivan.

Ivan scratched his head. In fact, he didn't want Hermione to participate in this kind of thing, but he obviously couldn't hold it back now, so he pointed to the dinner plate in his hand and said.

"Do you think Professor Moody is the king of the stomach? Three meals a day, eat a lot of desserts after the meal, and then go to the kitchen to eat supper in the evening..."

Hermione looked at the plate Ivan was holding, and immediately understood what he meant. This supper was full of portions, and it was enough for both of them to eat for dinner.

"So you said it is possible that Professor Moody needs to feed another person! Otherwise, why wouldn't he eat directly in the auditorium and kitchen? He has to run around with a plate, so he won't be so anxious every time. Right?" Ivan guessed boldly.

Hermione was taken aback by Ivan's guess. She was so surprised that she couldn't help but ask. "You mean Professor Moody's imprisoned another person in the castle, so he needs to prepare extra food for him?"

"If this is possible, I would prefer that person hide in his office." Ivan nodded.

"That's why he doesn't allow the elf to clean his room..." Hermione muttered to herself, she already wondered why Ivan had asked those questions before.

"But why did Professor Moody do this? I heard that he was a powerful Auror before. He has captured a lot of dark wizards and Death Eaters. It is impossible to serve the mysterious man!" Hermione was very confused.

If Ivan hadn't told Moody's all kinds of doubts, she couldn't imagine that Professor Moody might be a bad person.

"I don't know... I'm just guessing!" Ivan shook his head. He couldn't be sure whether it was true or not. There were too many doubts.

Moreover, Moody himself is a very suspicious person. It is normal not to allow house elves to enter the room. This is also the reason why he has noticed something strange before but has no doubt.

"Could it be that someone pretended to be Professor Moody with the compound decoction, and then hid the real Professor Moody?"

Hermione immediately thought of this possibility, only then "Professor Moody" must provide food to another person, lest he starve to death.

"It shouldn't be... the time effect of the compound decoction is limited, unless he can replenish it at any time, it will definitely reveal the stuff!" Ivan shook his head. He had checked this a long time ago, and Moody did not carry the wine with him. It is the habit of the gourd to not drink a certain kind of beverage from time to time during class.

"In contrast, I suspect it is the Imperius Curse!" Ivan said hesitantly.

Hermione's eyes widened. Of course, she understood what the Imperius Curse was. Moody just explained the effects of this magic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year. It can control a wizard unconsciously and even more so. Listed as the three most unforgivable curses!

"Moody's is a very cautious Auror. His willpower is not weak. It is impossible for ordinary people to control him for such a long time. I guess it was a mysterious person who did it himself. In order to prevent Moody from breaking free, he must be alone. Supervise him and consolidate the effect of the Imperius Curse regularly..." Ivan spoke openly.

Ivan has also practiced such a practical black magic as the Imperius Curse, and is clear about the drawbacks of it being broken away by the strong-willed.

As for the solution to the shortcomings, it is not impossible. Just like he controlled Nott, sending someone to monitor and consolidate the Imperius Curse on a regular basis can greatly prevent the opponent from getting out of his control.

Of course, this method is not perfect.

Because it is easy to cast the Imperius Curse on the same person in a short period of time, it is easy for the other party to have corresponding resistance, which greatly weakens the power of the spell, which requires more frequent spells until it falls into an infinite loop.

Hermione's understanding of Ivan's curse was far less clear than Ivan's, but she could understand the seriousness of the matter, so after Ivan finished her guess, she hurriedly pulled him to run upstairs. . "Since Professor Moody is under control, let's save him now!"

"Wait, Hermione!" Ivan helplessly stopped Hermione's movements, and then said again in the little witch's puzzled eyes.

"I'm only suspicious, there is not enough evidence to prove it! What if Professor Moody is really a big appetite, and happens to like to eat midnight snacks while working overtime at night? This is not impossible."

Hermione was dumbfounded, she stared at Ivan blankly, and after a while, she pursed her lips in distress and spoke. "Then...then what should we do?"

"Of course I go back and think about it, and see if I can find more clues in the past few days..." Ivan said hesitantly, but before he could finish this time, Hermione interrupted directly.

"Don't lie to me, you must be going to find Professor Moody alone later!"

The little witch bit her lip and stared at Ivan very angrily. How could she not guess that Ivan was going to fool herself, and then ventured on her own. She couldn't hate to say a few words for a while.

But thinking that she might not be able to help with following, Hermione swallowed the words that had arrived again, feeling depressed in her heart, and finally had to whisper aggrievedly.

"This is too dangerous, you should at least tell Professor Dumbledore about this! What if this is actually a trap, and someone deliberately reveals a flaw to lure you into being fooled?"

Ivan looked at the little witch in front of him, sighed for a long time, and said in compromise. "Well, you are right this time!"

Due to the inconvenience of revealing a lot of information, Ivan has become accustomed to solving all the problems by one person over the years, and occasionally has been tricked several times, but Hermione reminded him this time that there is indeed no need to take risks alone.

...

Half an hour later,

In the principal's room on the top floor of the tower, Ivan briefly explained his guess, while Dumbledore was pacing in the wide office with his brows frowned.

"Halse, can you be sure that Alastor was controlled by the Imperius spell?" Dumbledore asked.

Ivan shook his head. Everything he said was just guessing, and he couldn't be 100% sure.

"Professor Dumbledore, is there no way to detect this kind of black magic?" Hermione said suspiciously.

"It's a pity ~www.mtlnovel.com~Miss Granger, as far as I know, there is no special counter-curse for the Imperius Curse, otherwise it would not be classified as an unforgivable curse." Dumbledore replied.

Ivan nodded. The magic of the Imperius Curse is very tricky. It once caused a lot of trouble to the Ministry of Magic. Death Eaters like Lucius used it to get rid of sin, relying on the difficulty of the Imperius Curse. Features of forensics.

Only those clever masters can find some clues by browsing the memory.

But Moody's vigilance is too high, if someone uses sanctuary on him, he will definitely be noticed.

Ivan recalled several previous contacts, and found that Moody almost used that magic eye to look at himself. Obviously, the other party was consciously guarding against this.

Dumbledore pondered for a long time. Alastor is one of his most trusted friends.

Since most of the school year, the other party has not revealed anything wrong, everything is so familiar, so he never doubted this old friend, and even entrusted the other party with the heavy task of investigating the Goblet of Fire...