Chapter 100 Moody's Suspicion

After the dinner, Dumbledore and Moody returned to the headmaster's office together.

Moody sat under the chair, his magic eye rolling around, and the headmaster's portraits all looked at it, pointing and whispering.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a cup of South African ashwagandha tea appeared on the table. This magical plant comes from India and helps relieve fatigue and fall asleep.

The headmaster did not give Moody a cup, because his old friend was always cautious and never drank tea given by others in a single environment.

"Albus, there will be two Death Eaters wandering around Hogwarts in the next Triwizard Tournament." Moody said hoarsely:

"Even when the wizard war was at its most intense, this situation did not happen. Are you too arrogant? Are you really not afraid that those little wizards will get into trouble?"

"Alastor, Severus was indeed a Death Eater, but he joined our side before Voldemort's downfall and took great risks to spy for me."

Dumbledore picked up the cup, took a sip, and said in a calm voice: "He is no longer a Death Eater now."

"Do you really trust Severus Snape?" Moody looked at him with a suspicious look.

"Of course, why should I not trust him? He has never let me down once when I asked him to do something."

Dumbledore looked at Moody and said seriously: "I hope you can trust him too."

"Albus, not everyone has the talent to trust others too much. I was once as naive as you."

Moody sneered from the depths of his throat, then pointed to the missing part of his nose and said in a rough voice:

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Evan Rosier did it."

"That's right!" Moody's mouth was twisted, his eyes were sharp, and full of hatred.

"I took him to the Auror's office, helped him become a formal Auror, and raised him like my own son. I spent a lot of effort, but how did he repay me?!"

"I was lucky not to die from the Explosion Curse and Avada Kedavra... So, he deserved his death in my hands in the end."

"Since then, no matter who it is, I will not trust them completely. Trust will bring about a fatal disaster, not to mention Snape, a former Death Eater?!"

"A dog can't stop eating shit, and a cat can't avoid stealing fish." Moody twisted his lips and 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 the teacup and gently rubbed his temples with both hands.

"Help me keep an eye on Karkaroff."

"Karkaroff?" Moody snorted, "I thought you would trust this guy more than Snape."

"Why do you think so?"

"Karkaroff betrayed so many servants of the Dark Lord in order to survive. He can't go back." Moody laughed:

"His life and death, honor and disgrace all depend on you, how dare he betray 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 allegiance in a blink of an eye."

Moody was silent for a while, his eyes thoughtful, "Okay, I will help you keep an eye on the two of them!"

'The two of them'... Of course, it also includes Snape.

However, Dumbledore had no intention of persuading his stubborn old friend. He just needed to be willing to help.

"By the way, Albus, there is something that makes me feel ominous." Moody said suddenly.

"The attack at the Quidditch World Cup?" Dumbledore said with his eyelids drooping.

"That's right!" Moody nodded, his eyes gloomy and his tone full of doubt.

"How many years have the Death Eaters not been active on such a large scale? Since the disappearance of the Dark Lord, they have been sneaking around and dare not see the light."

"Because Voldemort is back." Dumbledore said solemnly:

"In fact, he came back from Albania with the help of Peter Pettigrew last year, but Peter was killed by Rolf in the end, and Voldemort was forced to self-destruct and escape."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Moody frowned and said:

"Is Newt's grandson - Rolf Scamander - really as powerful as you say?"

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled complacently: "Rolf has been more than three years old in the past three years. "I have had face-to-face contact with Voldemort for the first time, and I have gained the upper hand each time.

If I have time later, I can tell you in detail. "

Moody raised his eyebrows and asked again: "So, do you think the large-scale movement of the Death Eaters this time is related to 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 can teach those students some real skills, Alastor! They are too weak. In the past few years, they have only met a reliable professor like Sirius. "

"Since you said so, then I will teach something other than textbooks? !" Moody smiled.

"For example?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Let them feel the dark magic." Moody said with a crooked mouth and squinted his eyes. "There are some more evil forces."

Dumbledore put down the cup, crossed his hands, and squinted his eyes 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 real danger and cruelty are. "

Dumbledore did not answer immediately.

Moody looked at the hesitant headmaster and snorted in dissatisfaction:

"You can't let these children get in touch with these things when the war comes? It will be too late then!"

Dumbledore sighed and nodded imperceptibly.

Moody smiled with satisfaction, but the smile soon disappeared. The blue eyeballs of the magic eye that was originally moving up and down turned up and drilled 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.

Rolf stood at the door and was about to knock on the door. The door creaked open and Professor Moody walked out of the room.

The boy did not expect Moody to be there, so he hurriedly said, "Professor Moody, good evening."

Moody stared at Rolf, glanced at the black suitcase in his hand, then nodded and limped towards the spiral staircase.

Rolf waited until Moody walked away before entering the headmaster's office and sitting down on the chair.

Dumbledore had already poured the boy a cup of ashwagandha tea. He put his fingertips together, rested his chin on them, and looked at the boy through his half-moon lenses.

"Rolf, it's so late, do you want to talk to me about something?"

Rolf 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 in the tomb!"

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