Chapter 541: Moody's Suspicion
After dinner, Dumbledore and Moody returned to the headmaster's office together.
Moody was sitting under the chair, the magic eye was rolling around, and the portraits of the principals were all looking at it, pointing and whispering.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a cup of ashwagandha tea, a magical plant from India that helps relieve fatigue and sleep, appeared on the table.
The headmaster didn't bring Moody a cup, as his old friend was always cautious and would never drink tea given by others in a alone environment.
"Albus, in the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, there will be two Death Eaters wandering around Hogwarts." Moody said hoarsely:
"Even when the wizard war was the most intense, this kind of situation didn't happen. Are you taking it too seriously? Are you really not afraid that something will happen to those little wizards?"
"Alastor, it is true that Severus was once a Death Eater, but he joined us before Voldemort's downfall, taking great risks as a spy for me."
Dumbledore picked up the cup, took a sip, and said in a calm voice, "He is no longer a Death Eater."
"You really trust Severus Snape?" Moody asked suspiciously.
"Of course, what reason do I have to distrust him? He has never disappointed me once in what I asked him to do."
Dumbledore looked at Moody and said seriously, "I hope you can trust him too."
"Albus, not everyone has the talent of trusting others too much. I was once as naive as you."
Moody let out a sneer from deep in his throat, then pointed to the missing piece of his nose, and said in a rough voice:
"Remember how this happened?"
"Evan Rozier did it."
"That's right!" Moody's mouth twisted, his eyes were sharp and full of hatred.
"I took him into the Auror's office back then, helped him become an official Auror, and raised him like his own son. It can be described as painstaking, but how did he repay me?!"
"The Explosive Curse and Avada Kedavra, I'm really lucky that I didn't die... So, he deserved his death at my hands in the end."
"Since then, no matter who it is, I will never fully trust it. Trusting will lead to death, let alone a former Death Eater like Snape?!"
"Dogs can't get rid of eating shit, and cats can't avoid stealing." Moody's lips twisted and he pulled out a terrible smile.
"My dear Albus, nothing can change a person's nature, including your excessive trust!"
"That's why I asked you to come here, Alastor." Dumbledore put down his teacup and gently rubbed his temples with both hands.
"Help me keep an eye on Karkaroff."
"Karkaroff?" Moody snorted hard, "I thought you would trust this guy more than Snape."
"Why do you think so?"
"In order to survive, Karkaroff betrayed so many servants of the Dark Lord, he can't go back." Moody said with a chuckle:
"His life and death, honor and disgrace, are all tied to you, so how dare you betray him again!"
"No, Karkaroff is the real chameleon and coward." Dumbledore shook his head and said:
"In order to save his life, he can betray his companions, or he can change his family in the blink of an eye."
Moody was silent for a while, his eyes thoughtful and said: "Okay, I will help you keep a close eye on the two of them!"
'Both of them'...and of course Snape.
However, Dumbledore had no intention of convincing his stubborn old friend that all he had to do was be willing to help.
"By the way, Albus, something makes me feel ominous." Moody said suddenly.
"An attack on the Quidditch World Cup?" Dumbledore lowered his eyelids.
"That's right!" Moody nodded, his eyes were clouded and his tone was full of doubts.
"How many years has it been since the Death Eaters haven't been active on such a large scale? Ever since the Dark Lord disappeared, they've all been sneaky and dare not see the light."
"Because Voldemort is back." Dumbledore said solemnly:
"In fact, he returned from Albania last year with the help of Peter Pettigrew, but in the end Peter was killed by Rove, and Voldemort was forced to blew himself up and fled."
Hearing Dumbledore's words, Moody frowned and said:
"Is that Newt's grandson - Rolf Scamander - really as powerful as you say?"
"Of course." Dumbledore smiled complacently: "In the past three years, Rove has had face-to-face contact with Voldemort many times, and he has gained the upper hand.
If I have time later, I can talk to you in detail. "
Moody raised his eyebrows, and asked again: "So, you think this large-scale change of the Death Eaters has something to do with the Dark Lord?"
"Yes." Dumbledore said seriously: "I have this hunch, and his actions this time will be different from the past.
Therefore, I hope you will teach those students some real skills, Alastor! They are too weak. In the past few years, they have only encountered such a reliable professor as Sirius. "
"Since you said that, then I will teach something other than textbooks?!" Moody laughed.
"Like?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Let them feel the black magic." Moody slanted his mouth and squinted. "There are some more sinister forces."
Dumbledore put down his glass, folded his hands, and squinted in thought.
"Albus, you also said that the Dark Lord may rise again." Moody's expression was extremely serious.
"We have to let them know what the real danger and cruelty are."
Dumbledore didn't answer right away.
Looking at the hesitant principal, Moody snorted dissatisfiedly:
"You can't let these children touch these things when the war comes, can you? It will be too late then!"
Dumbledore sighed and nodded subtly.
Moody smiled in satisfaction, but the smile disappeared quickly. The blue eyes, which were originally turning up and down, turned over and got into his head.
"Someone is looking for you, it seems that I have taken up too much of your time."
Moody stood up, slowly pushed the chair away, and walked towards the door.
Rove was standing at the door and was about to knock when the door creaked open and Professor Moody walked out of the room.
The boy didn't expect Moody to be there, so he hurriedly said, "Professor Moody, good evening."
Moody stared at Rove, then glanced at the black leather case in his hand, then nodded and limped towards the spiral staircase.
Rove waited for Moody to go far away before entering the principal's office and sitting down on a chair.
Dumbledore had already poured a cup of ashwagandha tea for the boy, and the fingertips of his two hands were touching, his chin rested on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the boy through the half-moon-shaped lenses.
"Rove, it's so late, do you have anything to do with me?"
Rove nodded, and put the box on the desk. After he opened it, he waved his wand, and a golden statue flew out.
"Professor, not long ago, Shirley and I went to the Ravenclaw tomb and found... this statue!"
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