manynovel Chapter 220 A Clever Plan to Torture Harry
Chapter 220 A Clever Plan to Torture Harry
Chapter 220 A Clever Plan to Torture Harry
Picking up where we left off, Nagini heard the rough and crude words of the foreigners and suddenly a certain image appeared in his mind.
Is it Mad-Eye Moody?
That's strange—
Nagini pondered for a moment, then replied softly, "I'm sorry, Professor Moody, I thought Harry was behind you."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, you're mistaken." Moody's devilish eyes continued to dart around in their sockets. "I dare say Mr. Potter is definitely not in the stands."
When Nagini heard him say this, she tried to leave.
Unexpectedly, Moody suddenly stepped forward, blocking his path like a mountain crashing down, and questioned, "But we don't seem to know each other, ma'am? How do you know my name?"
Nagini remained calm and simply smiled. "I think anyone who lives at Hogwarts should know who the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is."
"Aha!"
But then Moody roared like thunder, pulling his wand from his sleeve and pointing it at Nagini's face, startling the surrounding students who scattered in all directions.
"If you lived at Hogwarts, why do I have absolutely no recollection of you?!"
"Now throw your wand on the ground, Death Eater! I won't say it a second time!"
Upon hearing this, the students immediately began whispering amongst themselves, their voices buzzing like bees. Dozens of eyes focused on Nagini, each holding their breath and secretly gripping their wands.
Nagini's face was as calm as still water, but several blue scales were faintly visible on his cheeks, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
She parted her lips slightly, "It seems I'm going to disappoint you, Professor Moody, I don't have a wand."
Moody let out a cold laugh, devoid of any warmth whatsoever. "Death Eaters without wands? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard!"
The two stood facing each other, one with a magic wand pointing forward, emitting demonic light, and the other secretly channeling demonic energy, his scales appearing and disappearing.
The onlookers receded like a tide, clearing a three-zhang square area.
The commotion had already caught Hermione's eye. She stood on tiptoe to take a look for a moment, then frowned and said, "Wait, have Miss Nagini and Professor Moody gotten into a conflict?"
Harry was discussing with Ron the crucial point about Nagini's transformation into a dragon from water when he suddenly heard Hermione's words and was startled.
He stopped speaking immediately, then peeked out and exclaimed in surprise, "How strange! My sister has been cultivating in seclusion in this blessed land for many years, only returning to the mortal world for a few days after a month. She has never had any connection with this Moody. How come she's getting entangled with him today?"
He knew that Moody was mentally unstable, so he dared not be careless. He leaped into the air, transforming into a mirage.
But then, amidst the swirling clouds and mist, it circled in the air and, like a falling meteor, shot straight towards the two opposing sides.
Upon landing, the mirage instantly vanished, revealing its human form once more.
Before Moody could even see who it was, he felt a gust of wind hit his face, and his right wrist, which was holding the cane, was gripped by five iron pincers, making it impossible for him to move an inch.
Harry said with a half-smile, "Professor, since you have the means to exorcise demons, you should use them on Death Eaters. Why did you use them on my sister instead?"
Moody struggled fiercely, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; he couldn't budge it an inch. Then, hearing Harry call her "sister," his demonic eye darted around rapidly, and he snapped, "Sister? But I remember James and Lily only have you as their child!"
Harry sneered, "Professor, have you lost your mind? I consider Sirius Black my godfather, so calling him 'Dad' is only natural."
"Could he possibly be my biological father?"
Just as Moody was about to reply, a clear whistle came from mid-air. Dumbledore stood on the high platform, his voice like a booming bell, causing ripples on the lake.
"Quiet down, children, I have some bad news to tell you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the huge Black Lake viewing platform fell silent, with only the sound of the lake water lapping against the shore.
"Due to the unexpected disappearance of referee Igor Karkarov, after discussions with other referees, we have unanimously decided to temporarily retain the scoring process for the second event."
"Until we find the whereabouts of judge Igor Karkarov—or find a new judge."
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"Of course, the date for the third event remains unchanged, June 24th. The warriors will know the details of the competition a month in advance —"
He talked on and on until his lips were dry and his tongue was parched.
As soon as he finished speaking, a man who understood English suddenly jumped up from among the Durmstrangers and shouted, "What do we do then? Our only supervising professor is Principal Karkaroff!"
Dumbledore stroked his white beard. "If you don't mind, I can temporarily assign a professor from Hogwarts—"
Upon hearing this, Lockhart sprang from his seat as if struck by gunpowder, leaping up with incredible speed and shouting in mid-air, "If you don't mind, I'd be honored to help, Professor Dumbledore!"
When the Durmstrang students saw that Lockhart, who was renowned throughout the wizarding world, had taken over, they all nodded in agreement and no one voiced any objections.
The second competition ended so hastily, with no rankings or awards given. The students were all disheartened and went to the auditorium in small groups to have their meal.
As Moody watched the crowd disperse, he secretly tightened his grip on Harry's arm, but it was like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar.
He took a deep breath and said, "Aren't you going to let go, Mr. Potter?"
"Or would you like to have dinner with me in the auditorium?"
Upon hearing this, Harry loosened his grip, and Moody quickly pulled his wrist back, staggering back two steps.
The one-eyed man stabbed Nagini in the face a few more times before letting out a cold snort and trudging away, dragging his iron feet.
As the footsteps faded into the distance, Harry straightened his sleeves, bowed to Nagini, and asked, "Sister, you have no dealings with this fellow. Why are you at each other's throats today?"
Nagini did not answer, but stared at the corner where Moody had disappeared, the blue scales disappearing from his neck, before finally saying, "I mistook you for someone else."
Seeing Harry's confused expression, she added slowly, "I mistook him for you."
These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue. Harry was taken aback at first, then his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately lowered his voice and said, "Could it be that this fellow is just like me, also sharing two souls in one body?"
Nagini nodded, "A complete soul and a fragmented soul, just like you."
Harry's eyes flashed with a cold light. He drew his wand and was about to give chase, cursing, "Damn it! So it really was this bastard! He's wasted an entire semester of my time!"
"Let me catch these bastards and give them a good beating! I'll definitely find out Voldemort's whereabouts!"
With that, he was about to rush out, his robes billowing in the wind, when Hermione hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and advised, "Harry, you can't do that."
"We don't yet know what's going on with the other soul inside Moody. It would be bad if that soul found out its identity had been exposed and used some method of suicide."
"Furthermore, what if Moody is innocent? What if he's been cursed with some kind of spirit?"
"Although I've always felt he wasn't a good person, everything should be based on evidence."
Upon hearing this, Harry's anger subsided slightly. He rubbed his fingers together, pondering, "Eldest sister's words do make some sense. In that case, what plan should we use?"
Hermione looked around, then suddenly beckoned with her hand, and the four heads came together.
She lowered her voice and said, "Truth serum."
"However, Moody seems to only drink from the bottle he carries with him, so getting him to drink the truth serum is a problem."
Upon hearing this, Harry clapped his hands and couldn't help but laugh, "Brilliant! Brilliant! If this plan succeeds, why bother with weapons?"
"Once the truth serum is swallowed, I'm sure he'll pour out his heart!"
"But truth serum is expensive, isn't it?" Nagini paused. "At least it was in my day."
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Harry didn't care and waved his hand dismissively. "What's so difficult about it! Snape is a master potion maker; this Truth Potion shouldn't be a problem for him."
"I can use this opportunity to test his heart and see if he still misses his old master, Voldemort."
The next day, after the potions class, everyone dispersed.
Harry stayed alone in the front of the hall, asking Snape for the Truth Potion, and stating that he suspected Moody was a Death Eater in disguise.
Snape knew Harry's jealous nature and would never joke about such an important matter. Although he was reluctant, he ultimately dared not jeopardize the important matter.
She simply turned and led him to her office, retrieved a glass bottle containing a colorless, slightly shimmering potion, and uttered words through clenched teeth as she handed it to Harry.
Use with caution.
"And also, give me the money."
Although Snape readily agreed, Harry still didn't trust him. He first had Colin try the Truth Potion, and only after seeing that it truly made people reveal their innermost thoughts did he begin to believe it to some extent.
Then he secretly sent three or five house-elves to hide day and night in the beams and eaves, keeping a close watch on Snape's daily life.
For three days and nights in a row, Snape simply continued brewing medicine and giving lessons as usual, without doing anything out of the ordinary. Harry finally felt relieved and spread out some gold-flecked paper, personally wrote an invitation, and sent it to Moody.
He only expressed his gratitude for Moody's help before the match and wanted to resolve the conflict with Nagini, inviting him to a private meeting tonight.
Moody, without any suspicion, readily agreed.
That night, Moody dragged his iron feet, making a clattering sound, straight to the secret chamber.
The huge hall was empty and deserted, cold and desolate, leaving Dumbledore completely baffled. Even his favorite honey pudding remained untouched on the silver plate.
He frowned and looked around, but saw only a few students, all of whom were former members of the Noble Club. His heart pounded, as if a drum was beating in his chest.
Unable to contain himself any longer, he snapped his fingers, summoning a house-elf, and asked, "Do you know where all the students have gone?"
The house-elf replied respectfully, "Mr. Harry Potter invited Professor Moody to dinner; they've both gone to the Chamber of Secrets."
Dumbledore's expression froze, and his unease grew stronger.
Do we need to go to a private room when hosting a dinner party?
And why bring the entire school's students along?
Meanwhile, Moody strode toward the abandoned women's restroom, leaped into the cave entrance, and sped along the slippery, dark passage.
When they pushed open the round stone door engraved with snake patterns, they saw that the secret chamber was brightly lit. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting facing east, while Nagini and Rowena were sitting in the audience facing south.
Hundreds of students stood on both sides, each armed with weapons, their black robes billowing menacingly. Upon seeing Moody arrive, they all glared at him, their expressions fierce and menacing.
Harry was raising his glass to drink when he saw Moody take a sip and said, "Oh, Professor Moody is here."
Moody pursed his lips tightly, his demonic eyes darting around as he looked around, his throat bobbing for a long while.
Just as he was about to step back, the round stone door suddenly slammed shut. Seeing that there was nowhere to retreat, he finally nodded slowly.
"This is the first time I've attended such a grand banquet, Mr. Potter."
"Where is my seat?"
Colin then eagerly stepped forward and led Moody to a seat on the north side, while he himself went to the west side to attend to him.
Harry clapped his hands, and instantly all the glasses in the room were filled with fine wine.
He raised his glass and said loudly, "This first toast is to the professor! If it weren't for the professor's guidance, how would I have known the secrets of that second project?"
Everyone raised their glasses in response, but Moody remained seated and unmoved.
He glanced at the wine glass on the table, then took the curved wine bottle from his waist, uncorked it, and was about to drink.
Harry's eyebrows shot up, and he shouted, "I've treated you to fine wine and meat, Professor, are you refusing to do me the honor by acting like this?!"
Moody shook the bottle in his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't mind me, Mr. Potter."
"If you've also been poisoned by Death Eaters in your drinks, I'm sure you'd be even more cautious than I am."
Upon hearing this, Harry slammed his glass down on the table and angrily said, "Professor, are you implying that I tampered with this wine?!"
The muffled thud sounded like a cup being smashed, and the students on both sides immediately started shouting.
"That's right! We should drink it!"
"What does that mean?!"
"This is a frame-up!"
The room was filled with a cacophony of noise, and hundreds of eyes were fixed on Moody, creating an atmosphere of impending doom.
Seeing that things weren't going well, Colin quickly stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and tried to smooth things over.
"Ahem! Professor Moody has always been a very cautious person, I don't think he was targeting Harry."
"I'll drink it for Professor Moody."
With that, he flicked his wand, and the wine glass on Moody's table flew into his hand.
He tilted his head back and ate it all, leaving not a drop.
Harry slammed his hand on the table, his anger intensifying. "I'm hosting Professor Moody today! How dare you presume to do so!"
Moody remained silent, observing Colin closely for a moment. Seeing that Colin's expression was normal, he slowly nodded.
He took another glass of wine, held it up, and said coldly, "Alright, Mr. Potter, I'll taste what your wine is like!"
After speaking, he raised the cup to his lips and drank the fine wine in one gulp.
Hermione's eyes lit up when she saw him finish his drink. After a moment, she eagerly asked, "Professor Moody, I've always been curious, what is your purpose in coming to Hogwarts?"
"Didn't I tell you?" Moody stroked his wand, glancing warily at the students around him who were armed with weapons. "It's to repay a favor to my old friend Dumbledore."
This statement was flawless, exactly the same as Dumbledore's words at the start of the school year.
Ron scratched his head and muttered under his breath, "What's going on? Did Snape's Truth Serum expire?"
Hermione's expression turned serious. She took a deep breath. "This can only mean two things."
"The good news is that Moody did not side with the Death Eaters."
"The bad news is, he has no idea he's been possessed."
It is:
The Feast at Hongmen was held in a secret room, where Moody revealed his true colors while drinking.
The truth-revealing potion dispels the illusion; next time, the true villain will be clearly identified.
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