Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 297 295. First meeting, the real Professor Moody

One arm jumped high, and then fell heavily on the ground. The wand fell to the ground and rolled around until it hit a protruding stone. The bright red blood even stained the grass on the ground.

'Moody' fell to the ground with a pale face, his right shoulder was empty, and blood slowly flowed out from the huge torn wound.

The invisible sharp blade formed by Harry's sharp edge cut off the arm of 'Moody' holding the wand.

'Moody' was covered in sweat, the corners of his mouth were pale, and his lips squirmed slightly, as if he was muttering something.

silent cast

It's quite a brilliant skill, but it's a pity that the skillful spell is not very good. He read it for a long time but it didn't have any effect, because ordinary healing spells can't heal the injuries caused by Shenfeng Wuying.

Only its exclusive anti-curse can.

It's a pity that this spell is a black magic that Snape invented but didn't promote, and 'Moody' doesn't know what its counter-curse is.

Dudley picked up the wand that 'Moody' had dropped.

Twelve inches, Guyi wood, unicorn hair.

Dudley weighed it in his hand a few times. Under the display of the data magic eye, the unicorn hair in the center of the wand was a little "withered". In Ollivander's words, this meant that the wand had suffered rough handling , has been forcibly used by an existence other than its original owner.

The wand was not the fake Moody's, but the real Moody's.

Not being able to take advantage of the wand was one of the reasons for Moody's failure, but it was not the main reason. The most important thing was that he underestimated Harry.

Desperate to beat Harry, desperate to escape from here.

Resulting in being defeated by a spell from Harry.

"Harry, well done, you are now a qualified wizard."

Harry's face was flushed from the praise, and he felt flattered. He was both excited and excited, and felt a sense of being recognized.

"Help. Help me"

Unable to heal the wound, 'Moody' lay dying on the ground due to excessive blood loss, and issued a weak cry for help to Dudley.

"I thought you would rather die than surrender."

Dudley didn't rush to treat him, but squatted down and looked at him and said, "Didn't you dedicate your life to Senior Tom?"

"You really want me to save you?"

The scariest thing in the world is not instant death, but watching yourself die bit by bit, especially feeling that your physical strength is gradually disappearing, your vision is gradually blurring, your body is getting colder and colder, but you can’t do anything. , Few people can bear this kind of fear.

At this time, 'Moody' had almost lost the strength to speak, and his survival instinct made him try to grab Dudley's trousers.

"Quick healing."

The injury was stopped when the wand was on the wound, but because of the excessive blood loss before, Moody's condition was not much better.

With a wave of the magic wand on 'Moody' again, 'Moody''s body began to deform rapidly, a handsome young man with short hair and pale lips, of course he was in a dying state with only one breath left.

"Brother D, who is he?! Where's Professor Moody?"

Harry finally showed a look of surprise after seeing the young man.

"Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., the only son of Mr. Barty Crouch, a Death Eater who failed his mother's sacrifice and managed to survive."

"I think we should go to the principal's office first."

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"Lemon Sherbet"

Following Dudley's command to the statue, the two successfully entered the passage leading to the office.

"Dudley, I don't remember telling you today's password."

Dumbledore, who was wearing a nightgown full of little stars, looked helplessly at the two uninvited guests who broke into the principal's office.

"I guess, there are only a few kinds of candies you like in total."

Dudley found a seat and sat down as if he was familiar with it, as casually as if he had returned to his own home.

Looking at the chair that was gradually bent but not completely broken, carrying the weight that it shouldn't have at its age, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was slightly distorted.

Had to fix it again with a spell.

"As an old man, or an old man over a hundred years old, poor sleep quality will have a great impact on memory."

"Couldn't you be asking me for four more fire dragons? There aren't any here."

After all, it is still Dumbledore, most of the time his character belongs to the category of old urchins.

"of course not."

"Look at this, Professor Dumbledore."

With a wave of Dudley's wand, a man fell out of nowhere, it was Barty Crouch Jr. who regained a trace of blood.

"!!!"

Dumbledore looked at the familiar clothes and the iconic magic eye on Barty Crouch Jr., gradually restrained the smile on his face, and his expression began to become serious.

"what is going on?"

After briefly telling Dumbledore what happened, Dumbledore asked, "Dudley, can you tell me how you found him?"

Dudley shrugged and said, "It's actually very simple. As a student who is fairly good at potions, I'm quite sensitive to the smell of potions."

"I will never forget the unique taste in the compound decoction for the rest of my life."

"I think Mr. Batty Jr. should be careless. When he passed me yesterday, I smelled that peculiar smell."

"Carry compound decoction with you. If there is no change after drinking it, it can only show that this person is a fake."

With his current ability, he could easily distinguish most of the potions in the wizarding world just by smell.

Dumbledore nodded and accepted the statement. He looked at Barty Jr. and said again: "The compound soup requires fresh hair, so the real Moody must not have been killed, so where is he?"

Little Barty pouted and was about to speak when Dudley's voice interjected.

"Professor's dormitory. There is a big, big suitcase. The real Professor Moody is probably in it. I guessed what was in it the first day I saw it."

Little Barty: "!!!"

'You've been following me since day one? '

Dumbledore nodded again, and hurried the two of them to the dormitory where Professor 'Moody' was.

When he opened the door, he saw the extremely conspicuous huge suitcase.

With a wave of the wand, the large lock on the suitcase automatically opened and fell.

Open the lid of the box and open it layer by layer like a mechanism, finally revealing the situation inside the box.

This box is a prison in which lies an old lame man.

True moody.

After seeing the lid being opened, Moody quickly looked up, and his heart fell when he saw that it was Dumbledore.

After saving Moody, he quickly thanked Dumbledore: "Dumbledore, I knew you would find me."

"No, Alastor, not me."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"First meeting, the real Professor Moody!"

Dudley's hearty voice sounded behind Moody.