A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 417: A heart-stirring cold night

"Harry, Harry! What's wrong with you?"

Harry panted heavily, and heard a familiar voice in his ears. He managed to open his eyes, and saw two blurred faces full of concern, which were Ron and Neville. They looked terrified, their arms stretched out in bewilderment, and Harry found himself falling off the bed at some point and lying on the cold floor.

"I'm fine, Ron, and Neville, thanks," said Harry, who also saw Seamus and Dean looking up from the bed in a daze, "I'm fine..." he emphasized explain.

"You don't look all right," said Ron.

"I... oh, I just have a sore... old problem." Harry faltered, getting up from the ground, Ron gave him his eyes, and when Harry put them on, the eyes of the house The environment becomes clear.

Neville was carrying a magic lamp, the light was not dazzling, but it made Harry feel dizzy, he seemed to have returned to that real dream, he was sitting on a chair, talking to someone ...But that doesn't seem to be him, he is not so weak, he needs to be fed even to drink medicine...

He tried his best to immerse himself in it, the feeling was too real, the viscous potion was like ice cubes, sliding down his throat into the esophagus, and then turned upside down in his stomach...

"Are you sick, Harry?" Seamus looked at him in horror, "I think you need to go to the school hospital."

The scene in the dream seems to be far away from him, no, it can't be like this... Harry thought, he made an excuse for himself: "I'm going to the toilet... Don't worry, I'm fine..." He was wearing pajamas Stumbled out.

"I'll go and see Harry, you guys go to sleep." Ron thought for a while and said, Neville handed his little lion magic lamp to Ron, "Oh, thanks, Neville. Harry should have a nightmare Now, go to the bathroom and wash your face..."

Ron explained, and followed Harry out of the dormitory.

After he went out, he didn't see anyone in the direction of the door. He glanced around, and as expected, he saw Harry in that familiar place in the corner of the lounge. He was sitting on the golden-red armchair, He raised his head, rubbed his forehead with one hand, covered his chest with the other, and frowned.

Harry tried desperately to remember, pretending he was still in that dark room, trying to remember the smell of that slimy potion, which was disgusting, worse than a pot of overcooked toad soup Also disgusting.. he was angry, something screwed up, he mentioned someone's son, who was next to him, serving himself without saying a word, nasty... no, that's not me, it should be It's Voldemort, Sirius analyzed it for himself, it should be the cause of the scar on his head, Dumbledore also explained it in the first grade...

Voldemort is weak and needs to drink medicine continuously, and Harry sincerely hopes that the medicine will be worse... But, Voldemort has a body, good news... Voldemort was attacked, but his The reaction was quick, blocking that... black lightning? So familiar...it's Professor Haipu! How did he appear? Did he get a clue to Voldemort from one of his many partners?

Harry put this unreliable idea aside, he had to recall more details... After chatting for a while, Voldemort asked someone to go first, who was it? The one who got scolded? Harry can't remember the name, but he knows it's three syllables...Professor Hemp uses a powerful fire magic, not like Hermione's, it's a dark white flame...they continued the conversation, Harry Shaking his head, he couldn't remember clearly, his mind was like a sink with the plug unplugged, and the details of the dream kept leaking down...

They mentioned Professor Dumbledore, hypocrisy? A burst of anger welled up in Harry, but he quickly became tense. He knew what happened next, and the impression was so deep that he almost thought he was dead in the dream... The sword pierced through his chest, and he wailed desperately... No, he made a mistake again, it was Voldemort, not himself.

Harry thought happily. Professor Haip began to attack, and countless brilliant magic flickered... Voldemort floated in mid-air, laughing heartily at Professor Haip's useless work... But Harry felt the heart-wrenching hatred, Voldemort's malice was too strong, never As relaxed as he appeared... Harry seemed to be brought into Voldemort's perspective, not a dream, but what was happening right now, right now!

Did I get into Voldemort's mind? Harry thought with excitement and fear at the same time, he closed his eyes tightly, and he seemed to be floating in the clouds, moving forward rapidly, the darkness made everything around him blurry, and then a dazzling silver light lit him up, and he flew to As he approached, it was a silver phoenix, like Fawkes, and he found himself gnashing his teeth and shouting: "Dumbledore!"

Then he plunged headfirst into the ground, shuttling back and forth among the black soil and brown rocks. He had to race against time. There was a very important thing to do. On the mouse, the mouse squeaked a few times, and when it opened again, its eyes had turned blood red. It climbed onto a table, touched some mechanism, and a brilliant purple light exploded in the air. The mouse bomb flew more than ten feet and hit the wall, twitched a few times, and then remained motionless.

Then Voldemort's phantom floated out of the mouse's corpse, and he stood there quietly without any sound, but Harry still felt a heavy sense of oppression...

Harry opened his eyes, and Ron was sitting opposite him, looking at him with a complicated expression, "You dreamed about that man again, didn't you?"

Harry took a deep breath and said with certainty: "Voldemort informed his spies in the school."

"What?" Ron looked at him in surprise, "Dude, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know!" Harry kept his tone as calm as possible, "I know, of course I know..." He stood up suddenly and kept circling in the lounge, "Voldemort is short of manpower, he can't Lost the servants in the castle...Professor Hemp and Headmaster Dumbledore launched a surprise attack, well done!" He clapped his hands.

Ron looked at him worriedly.

"But Voldemort has a way to contact the spy in the castle, the guy who... threw our names into the Goblet of Fire!" Harry thought, his thoughts becoming clearer and clearer, "He lost his body again, if If he lost his only servant, all his previous plans would be in vain, so he activated the emergency contact method..."

Harry stopped suddenly, looked at Ron with burning eyes, and said excitedly: "Do you know what we are going to do now?"

"Tell, tell the professor?" Ron stammered.

"Half right, give me the wand!" he said to Ron, who came out with his and Harry's wands.

Ron reluctantly handed Harry his wand.

Harry raised his wand and pointed in the direction of the dormitory: "The Marauder's Map is coming! The Invisibility Cloak is coming!" They heard the sound of the box popping open, Neville's scream, and then waited quietly for a few seconds— —

"Whoo! Whoosh!"

Two sounds of piercing the air came, and Harry nimbly grabbed the map and the invisibility cloak.

Ron pursed his lips and swallowed. He watched Harry spread out the Marauder's Map, and his eyes kept searching: "Hurry up... there must be, if my guess is right..." Haha Lee said.

"What are you looking for?" Ron lay on the table, staring at the densely packed names on it.

"Don't worry about those names that don't move, they must be moving! At this time, it's either a professor on patrol, or a spy who gets the news and wants to escape!"

Ron quickly lowered his head to help find it.

"It's moving, it's moving... here it is! Look, here's a person named Eleanor Branstone!" Ron shouted, Harry looked over excitedly, and immediately heard Ron Eun said in frustration: "Oh... maybe not, she is going to the kitchen."

"Then add another one, those who run out of the castle, focusing on people who move very fast but stop at the corner of the stairs." Harry said, imagining the spy's escape route according to his own thinking .

"Great idea," said Ron, and he looked at it for a while, "Peeves is so busy! Do you think someone stole his name, like name magic or something? Peter Pettigrew Click on the map, he may tell the mysterious person about it, maybe that person is prepared."

Harry was also in a dilemma. They found more than a dozen moving names, including professors and students, living people and ghosts, and Filch's cat!

He had never realized that the night in the castle could be so lively.

"Wait!" Harry said, his eyes lit up, "That's him!"

"Who is it?" Ron poked his head around, trying to see clearly, but Harry had already pulled him open the door of the lounge, the fat lady was woken up, and just wanted to complain, Harry and Ron Ran away like a gust of wind.

"Reckless young man! Don't expect me to open the door for you!" she shouted towards their backs.

Harry and Ron went downstairs quickly, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs made a "cracking" sound, awakening countless portraits hanging on the wall. But they ignored it and took three or four steps at a time.

"Who the hell?" Ron asked while staring at the steps under his feet.

"Barty Crouch!"

"The referee of the Triwizard Tournament?" Ron's jaw was about to drop, and he subconsciously followed Harry around a staircase.

"It's reasonable, isn't it? He is a referee, or an official of the Ministry of Magic who organizes the competition. He has the opportunity to touch the Goblet of Fire! And after the accident happened, he was also the one who insisted that the person whose name was read must participate in the competition. He also invited It's a long vacation...so he can sneak into Hogwarts!"

"But why? Can he come here aboveboard?" Ron asked, almost stepping into the trap of the stairs because of his concentration.

"In that case he can only show up during the game, when there will be countless eyes on him." Harry panted, staring at the Marauder's Map, they only took less than a minute, He rushed to the third floor in one breath.

"Strange, Crouch walked very slowly, and there shouldn't be a road there." Harry looked at the map and said doubtfully, "That direction should be Professor Moody's office..."

Ron caught up with panting, "No, anyway... we caught up, didn't we? Quickly put on the invisibility cloak, and when he comes out, we will follow him behind, taking the opportunity to sneak attack or to pass by The professor warned."

Harry didn't speak, just staring at the Marauder's Map, constantly analyzing in his mind. Crouch doesn't seem to be walking, dawdling, what the **** is he doing? He had the guts to go undercover at Hogwarts, probably because he was loyal to Voldemort. When he heard Voldemort's call, he would definitely leave immediately.

But why...

Harry couldn't figure it out. They had arrived near the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, only seven or eight steps away from the door of the office. Ron opened the invisibility cloak to cover the two of them.

They stared at the Marauder's Map. The name Barty Crouch coincided with the location of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. The two looked at each other in surprise, "He wants to sneak attack Professor Moody? Why?" Ron asked puzzled.

Harry held his breath, the name that belonged to Professor Moody was still motionless and should be sleeping in bed. Ron also realized this, and he muttered anxiously: "Get up, you are the greatest Auror, and you are about to cast the Cruciatus Curse on us."

Harry dragged Ron a few steps forward, and pressed his head against the door. They heard a "click, click", like the sound of armor that lacked lubrication forcibly moving.

The name belonging to Moody on the map remains motionless.

"What to do?"

Ron asked, holding up his wand. On the Marauder's Map, Barty Crouch walked through the office and stood in the bedroom doorway. No matter how he appeared, he must want to do something to Professor Moody. What.

"You don't go out yet!" Harry said to Ron.

"What?"

Harry suddenly lifted the invisibility cloak, raised his wand, and read aloud, "Shattered!" The door of the office exploded suddenly, and the loud noise alarmed the people inside, and Barty Crouch Jr. returned in horror. overdo it.

"Disarm you!" Harry chanted a curse suddenly, and the spell, like a laser beam, collided with Barty Crouch Jr.'s shield, causing sparks to fly.

"It's you? It's you! Potter, you're just in time!" cried Barty Crouch Jr.

Harry was at a loss for a moment, who is this person? Why the name of Mr. Barty Crouch? But he had no time to think about it, he was trying to maintain the spell, but Barty Crouch Jr. was not weak at all, his Iron Armor Charm firmly blocked this powerful disarming spell, on the contrary, he was resisting Harry's magic Move forward step by step.

Through the blurred barrier, Barty Crouch Jr. stared at Harry with greed in his eyes, "Potter, no, Harry, I'm Professor Moody, I taught you, you forgot Already? Come with me, I will take you to meet the Dark Lord..."

"You're not Professor Moody!" Harry retorted loudly.

"There are two Moody you saw, and one of them is me," Barty Crouch Jr. grinned and said, "Peter Pettigrew, that trash is somewhat useful, he told me the Marauder's Map Of course I know how dangerous it is on the day when the list of warriors is announced, what if Dumbledore suspects me? I am the Dark Lord's only hope, the only hope of resurrection! I must be cautious enough to remain vigilant at all times... …That’s a good sentence, the Dark Lord possessed me—I’m willing to do this—and modified Moody’s memory, isn’t it very successful?”

Harry gritted his teeth, unable to believe everything he said. "Are you the Death Eater who ran away?"

"That's right, it's me. Don't struggle, Harry, I just need half a minute—"

Whoosh!

"Quickly imprison!"

Ron suddenly poked his head out of the invisibility cloak, and chanted a spell in the direction of Barty Crouch Jr., a magic rope almost brushed against the ground and wrapped around his calf. Harry took the opportunity to increase the output of magic power, and Barty Crouch Jr. stumbled back, tripped over the big box, and disappeared behind the box.

Harry's spell hit a pile of glassware in the office with a distinct shattering sound, and he caught a glimpse of a glass sight glass being shattered.

"Dizzy!" "Dizzy!"

Harry and Ron seized this opportunity and attacked again and again, but the spell only hit the big open box, making a dull sound. Harry was about to rush forward regardless, when he saw Barty Crouch Jr. on the ground, not under a spell, but tripped.

He must seize the opportunity...

At this time, the rope on Barty Crouch Jr. turned into a big snake, blocking a cutting spell and an impeding spell. He hurriedly glanced around, and his eyes fell on a similar mirror hanging on the office wall There are many dark figures dangling in there, blurry, but at this moment, the people in the mirror are getting clearer and clearer, and their clear outlines can be seen. Those were two people, one had a long beard, the other walked briskly, looking very young...

"Hiss~"

The whole face of Barty Crouch Jr. was contorted, and he suddenly turned over and rolled into the big box. Harry was about to chase after him, and half of his wand came out from the box, and the tip of the wand was shining bright red .

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded in his ears, Harry was swept away by the huge shock wave, and together with Ron, he slammed into the wall in the corridor. Harry felt all his bones were broken, and Ron was miserable too, moaning in pain after a boulder fell on his leg.

Harry looked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, where half of the walls had collapsed, there was a big hole in the ceiling, and dust was everywhere.

"Cough cough cough!" Harry was choking and coughing, he looked at Ron, Ron's face was pale, and his moans were much weaker. Pick up the wand: "Quickly heal—cough cough cough cough! Quickly—"

"Heal quickly," said a voice.

Harry raised his head and shouted in surprise, "Professor Dumbledore!" In the sky full of smoke and dust, his shadow was exactly the same as the one he saw in the mirror before. A figure also appeared, "Professor Haipu!"

"Well," Felix nodded at him, threw a few healing spells, turned his head to one side, and looked at the ruins in front of him, "the office of Defense Against the Dark Arts is really full of disasters..."

First year he didn't know, but since he started, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors and their offices have had a rough time. In the second year, Lockhart and Rita Skeeter had an argument in the basement office, which caused Lockhart to be oblivious to the curse for several weeks; in the third year, Lupine had an argument with Snape, which completely destroyed The entire office had to be moved to the third floor. Unexpectedly, in the fourth grade, the new office was not retained.

Fortunately, it should be just a simple explosive spell, not as difficult to deal with as black magic. Felix waved his wand, causing the stones to float up and fly to their original positions, restoring everything to its original state.

On the other hand, under the treatment of Dumbledore's spell, Ron's expression softened.

"Emergency first, when the matter is over, you have to go to the school hospital." Dumbledore said.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered that there was someone else in the office, "Professor, Professor Moody is still in there...he should be cursed! And the spy, the one who put our names into the Goblet of Fire Spy, he's a young man, but his name says Barty Crouch..." His expression was confused and puzzled.

"That person is Barty Crouch's son, Crouch Jr., with the same name and surname." Felix simply explained. He took Harry's Marauder's Map, glanced at it, and said disappointedly: "His name disappeared, and he ran away."

As speaking, the office has been restored - except for the items with magical powers, which are not covered by the spell repair.

Dumbledore walked ahead, entered the office, took a quick look, and came to the bedroom. There is still some distance from the center of the explosion, coupled with the defensive magic of Hogwarts Castle, the impact was very small. When he opened the door with the unlocking spell, he could see Moody'an lying quietly on the bed, I slept very soundly.

Although this situation is inherently abnormal.

"The noise didn't wake him..." Ron whispered to Harry.

Dumbledore leaned over to check Moody's situation, and Harry took the opportunity to tell them what happened before. When he heard that Harry could still see Voldemort's movements after waking up, Dumbledore's expression was serious Get up, "How did you see it, Harry? Did you look down at this scene from a high altitude, or..."

"I am him," said Harry. When this sentence came out, he suddenly realized what he had said, his voice became hoarse, and he explained: "I, I got into Voldemort's mind, observed the outside world through his eyes, felt his Angry."

There is one thing he didn't say. Harry felt strange looking at Dumbledore and Professor Hemp now, because of the emotions he brought into Voldemort before, he broke out an amazing hatred for these two people.

The air was uneasy and silent. Harry noticed Professor Happe's eyes wandering over him, and for a moment he thought the professor was going to say something, but there was nothing, and neither did Headmaster Dumbledore.

Dumbledore straightened up suddenly, and said to the people present: "Alastor's body is not injured, as for his memory... Felix may need your help."

"No problem, Albus," said Felix gravely.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Well, we now need to solve the last question, how did Barty Crouch Jr. hide in the castle, as far as I know--Felix, you have observed Mu Dee?"

"Occasionally observed, not only him, but also some people who I think are suspicious." Felix scratched his chin, "It turns out that nothing was found, so strange."

"It's really strange..." Dumbledore stared at the big closed box, "I didn't notice any trace of the Unmarkable Charm, unless he dug a passage, but unless the headmaster gave permission, he It is impossible to do this amount of work.”

"Albus, the Unmarkable Curse you mentioned reminded me that we have all forgotten the possibility that Voldemort is standing behind Little Crouch." Felix said belatedly.

Dumbledore stared at him and said softly, "You mean, the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Just look at it," Felix said. "We only found the entrance to the girls' bathroom before, but it is likely that Slytherin built more than one. Or, Voldemort can point out Crouch , Open up the pipeline closest to him..."

They opened the big box, which was pitch black and stretched downwards. Felix threw a ball of light down and saw a wet pipe at the end.

Dumbledore sighed, "Even if I am, it is impossible to understand all the secrets of the castle. Let's go down and have a look. If little Crouch leaves in a hurry, there may be unexpected surprises."

Harry gave Ron a meaningful look, and they followed the two professors silently, down the long stairs, and then stood on a wet pipe. Felix motioned Harry to look at a small dim snake symbol on the wall, and Harry suddenly understood that this was the entrance.

He made a "hiss" sound with ease, and said in Parseltongue: "Open." At this moment, a ball of green light was lit from the wet pipe under their feet, and then their feet were light and weightless feeling came.

Felix quickly waved his hand, cast a layer of floating spell and a layer of humanoid iron armor spell on them, and they fell lightly to the ground.

Harry touched his face curiously, feeling that there was a thin but tough barrier covering his face. He knew this spell. Professor Heppe in Room 7 had taught them by memory, but he always Not very good.

The pipe was extremely thick, but it was still too small for a person. They had to lower their bodies, especially for Dumbledore and Felix, walking was particularly strenuous.

Felix moved forward slowly, with a strong urge to blow the pipe open, but Dumbledore had nothing to complain about at his age, and he walked stooped forward.

As they made their way along the pipe, they saw a long trail made by someone crawling on the ground. Felix could fully imagine how flustered little Crouch was at that time, completely disregarding any image, and scrambling to escape.

Walking along the horizontal direction for a certain distance, they came to the place where the pipes converged. A thick water pipe went straight down. They were very familiar with this road, after all, they had entered it two years ago.

Below is the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. The Chamber of Secrets is not within the marking range of the Marauder's Map.

"That person... called Little Crouch or something, has been under our feet for the past few months?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Not always. According to what Harry said before, he quite likes teaching, but after the Goblet of Fire night, he has learned to be cautious. Of course, it does not rule out that he can go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink when he is bored ..."

At this moment, they had entered the secret room and saw the familiar huge statue of Salazar Slytherin. At the foot of the huge statue, there were very obvious signs of life.

Felix picked up a newspaper and glanced at it. "A week ago, his news was not blocked. The previous speculation is likely to happen, at least he should visit his owner with limited mobility occasionally."

Harry and Ron stared, the environment in the secret room was very bad, maybe it was not bad when it was first built, but after being abandoned for thousands of years, it has become a part of the sewer circulation system, and the air quality is very bad.

Dumbledore didn't speak, he raised his head and looked at the top of his head, Salazar Slytherin's mouth opened, revealing a dark hole with fluorescent lights on the edge, which was where the basilisk hibernated before place.

"Let's go in and have a look," said Dumbledore.

Sure enough, something new was found here. After undoing the curse of the human-shaped iron armor, the snake smell inside was pungent. Harry and Ron showed disgusted expressions and retched.

Felix smiled, "The two of you should learn some of these spells. The Humanoid Iron Armor Curse and the Bubble Head Curse are both very effective. You are warriors. Don't forget to improve yourself when studying the golden egg." .”

Harry and Ron wore the Iron Armor Charm again and thanked the professor humbly.

At this moment, they found that Dumbledore was looking at a cauldron. Harry leaned over, and the inside was empty, but the oncoming heat told him that maybe half an hour ago, something was still boiling in the cauldron. kind of potion.

"Potion Potion?" he asked, the only possibility he could think of.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore said, his slender fingers scraped out a layer of liquid medicine along the inner wall of the cauldron, and sniffed it at the tip of his nose. Harry noticed that the headmaster had a slightly crooked aquiline nose wrinkled.

Felix picked up half a piece of burnt parchment from the ground, his magic power was rippling at his fingertips, trying to piece together the complete content, the blue light flickered twice, then completely dimmed, and the parchment in his hand was completely Turned into fly ash.

"They're all very strange ingredients. I really don't know what else to mix so many highly toxic ingredients together, other than brewing a pot of poison." Felix said, "Maybe we should ask West Fleurs, or Damocles."

"I will," said Dumbledore quietly.

They checked again and found no other traces, so they returned to the ground. Professor Moody was still lying quietly, and Professor McGonagall stood aside with a nervous expression, and the patron saint Phoenix stood beside him.

"Oh ~IndoMTL.com~ What the **** is going on, Albus? I heard a loud bang, worried that something was wrong, some students were woken up too...then I met your Patronus , let me guard Professor Moody, is he under the stun spell?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

"Minerva, the matter is over, we found out the spy in the castle, unfortunately he escaped, but... thanks to Potter and Weasley, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor recovered One life."

Dumbledore said with a smile, the serious expression on his face gone.

Professor McGonagall stared at him expressionlessly, she looked at Moody on the bed, then at Dumbledore, her gaze swiveled over everyone, the lines around her mouth were narrowed into a thin line. Her chest heaved violently as her serious expression fell on Harry and Ron, who were only in their pajamas.

"So," she kept breathing, and said angrily, "Potter, Weasley, are you acting on your own again?"

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded. They were shivering in the cold wind in their thin pajamas.

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