Chapter 515: Who is the fake Moody?

Yes, it was a good idea to use the Imperius Curse openly and honestly on students.

No one could guarantee that the fake Moody wouldn't use it to control a student.

Even if he dared not do such a thing under Dumbledore's nose, there should be no problem with a couple of Legeremancy spells.

This magic allowed the caster to see the victim's memories, emotions and thoughts. It was strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic and was not allowed to be used.

However, the fake Moody would not worry about this. That was the best opportunity for him to obtain information. By giving young wizards the opportunity to see dark magic in class, he could use these spells unscrupulously and with impunity.

Besides, there were many evil dark magic spells that could be used, and Ivan had learned and worked on many of them. The little wizards were defenseless against this, and he could cast the spells without scruple.

The terrible thing was that there was no way to stop him, and no one would object, because Moody was like that; he did what fake Moody did on the surface!

"It's good for you to see this first. You can't stay in school forever!" Moody continued, a terrible grin on his face. "Ivan, you are far more powerful than any wizard your age! It's time for you to see what real dark magic is like. I can't wait to see your performance.... Well, I have arrived in my room. I wish you a good night's sleep. "

Moody shuffled the prosthesis and slowly disappeared into the shadow on the innermost side of the second floor.

Looking at his back, Ivan felt even stranger, and his clear thoughts suddenly became more complicated.

He passed through a door hidden behind the tapestry and went up a narrower staircase. As he walked, he thought about what had happened tonight.

The behavior of this fake Moody tonight was just too abnormal-what was his purpose?!

It seemed that not only Harry, but also Ivan was one of his targets.

And the name that couldn't appear on the Marauder's Map... Was that fake Moody still Barty Crouch Jr.?!

If it wasn't him, would it be...?

Ivan suddenly thought of Caresius, the dangerous vampire, who was the only one who could help Voldemort. And he was strong enough to use that magic to keep his name from being marked on the Marauder's Map.

If he had come to Hogwarts as Mad-Eye Moody, then things might get.... interesting, to say the least!

He and Voldemort were only allies, and he wasn't bound to be loyal to him like the Mortifages.

Even to a certain extent, Caresius and Ivan had the same goals.

Thinking about this, Ivan suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

He decided to approach him according to the original plan to see what the guy was up to.

When Ivan returned to Gryffindor Tower, Hermione was outside the common room waiting for him.

In the pouring rain outside, her slender body rested against the orange curtain in the corner.

Hermione was staring at the Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, in front of her. Through the bright torches at both ends of the hallway, she looked exquisitely beautiful.

She was so immersed in reading that she hadn't noticed Ivan had arrived.

Ivan didn't bother her either. He just looked at her and seemed to want to burn his image into her mind.

"Ivan?" For a long time, Hermione stretched like a kitten and rubbed her eyes as if noticing Ivan standing in front of her. She quickly closed the book, stood up and said with a smile, "When did you get back?"

"Just now, why haven't you gone to bed yet?" asked Ivan. "Where are the others?"

"They're all in there talking about the Triwizard Tournament and trying to manage to..." Hermione said, "I thought you didn't know the new password yet, so I stayed here waiting for you. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to get in.... "

Hearing Hermione's words of concern, Ivan felt extraordinarily warm and happy.

Naturally he took the girl's cold hand, and forgot about all the conspiracies and dangers of that moment.

Hermione did not resist, she let Ivan embrace her, but her face was flushed.

They were silent for a few seconds, as if to come back from a happy moment....

"Ivan, what did Dumbledore say to you in the Great Hall?" Hermione asked.

"He asked me to promise not to take part in the Triwizard Tournament.... "Said Ivan, "You know, my age isn't up to the requirements, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang seem to think I'm too strong.... "

"What?!" said Hermione in astonishment. "They mentioned you by name and asked to exclude you from the tournament?!"

"That's just it, and I promised Dumbledore that I wouldn't participate! " said Ivan.

He couldn't participate in the competition and he was worried about his future plans.

But if the guy acting as Moody was none other than Caresius, there would be other solutions to this matter, and he wouldn't have to worry too much about it. Maybe things would become even simpler.

Ivan felt it would be a good option to speak directly to the vampire to understand his purpose and plan.

If he just wanted to get Harry's blood to Voldemort, they could cooperate.

Of course, before that, he had to identify him and confirm that he was indeed the vampire.

"It's so unfair, isn't it?" said Hermione dissatisfied. "They can't deprive you of your qualities just because you're too strong... I know the tournament is very dangerous; many people have died and I don't want you to participate. But the age limit for competitors is because younger wizards don't have enough strength to protect themselves in the competition, and you obviously have the ability..."

Hermione's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic had obviously grown. Her issue naturally shifted to the house elves and she was still bitter about Hogwarts' lack of payment to them. "I discovered that our school and the wizarding world is full of invisible discrimination and oppression.... This is extremely unfair. Ivan, this is what happened to you tonight. It's the same as with the house elves. They are being squeezed like slaves, and we need to do something to stop this from happening.... "

It seemed that he intended to write an article for Hogwarts Magic, and wanted to seek Ivan's advice.

Ivan didn't want to discuss this topic with Hermione because he knew there was no end to it.

He hurried to the entrance of Gryffindor Tower, which was hidden behind a large portrait of a fat woman in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" she said as they approached.

"Nonsense!" said Hermione.

The portrait moved forward to reveal a hole in the wall through which they climbed. A crackling fire warmed the circular common room, which was filled with warm armchairs and tables.

Hermione cast the cheerful dancing flames a grim look, and Ivan clearly heard her mutter "Slave labor..."

By the fireplace, Harry, Ron, Fred, Fred, George, Neville, Colin and his brother Dennis were sitting, still talking about the Triwizard Tournament. They were not qualified for the tournament because of their age.

They were discussing what Dumbledore said about the impartial judge who was going to decide who the champions were, and trying to guess who it would be.

"Whoever it is, that's who we'll have to fool, and I think a drop or two of the aging potion..." said Fred, clenching his fist and clapping his palm.

"But Dumbledore knows you're not old enough," said Ron.

"Yeah, but he's not the one who decides who the champion is, is he?" said Fred slyly. "It seems to me that once this judge knows who wants to enter, he'll pick the best from each school, no matter how old they are. Dumbledore is trying to keep us from giving out our names."