Chapter 515 Who Is The Fake Moody?
Indeed, it was a wise decision to openly and honestly use the Imperius curse on the students. No one could guarantee that the fake Moody wouldn't use it to control a student.
Even if he did not dare to do such a thing in front of Dumbledore, there would be no problem with a couple of Legilimancy spells.
This magic allowed the caster to see the memories, emotions, and thoughts of the victim. It was strictly regulated by the Ministry of Magic, and its use was forbidden.
However, the fake Moody disregarded this. It was the perfect opportunity for him to obtain information. By giving young wizards the chance to witness dark magic in class, he could use these spells unscrupulously and with impunity.
Moreover, there were many malevolent spells of dark magic that could be employed, and Evan had learned and worked on many of them. The young wizards were defenseless against this, and he could cast the spells without scruples.
The dreadful part was that there was no way to stop him, and no one would object, because Moody was like that; he would do what the fake Moody would do overtly!
"It's good that you see this now. You can't stay in school forever!" Moody continued, with a sinister smile on his face. "Evan, you are much more powerful than any wizard of your age. It's time for you to witness true Dark Magic. I look forward to seeing your performance... Well, I have reached my destination. I wish you a good night's sleep."
Moody dragged his prosthetic and slowly disappeared into the shadows on the inner side of the second floor.
As Evan gazed at his back, he felt even more unsettled, and his clear thoughts suddenly became tangled.
He passed through a hidden door behind a tapestry and climbed a narrower staircase. As he walked, he pondered on what had transpired that night.
The behavior of this fake Moody tonight was too aberrant. What was his purpose?!
It seemed that not only Harry, but also Evan, were one of his targets.
And the name that couldn't be revealed on the Marauder's Map... Was that fake Moody actually Barty Crouch Jr.?!
If it wasn't him, then who would it be...?
Suddenly, Evan thought of Caresius, the dangerous vampire, who was the only one who could assist Voldemort. And he was powerful enough to use that magic to prevent his name from being marked on the Marauder's Map.
If he had come to Hogwarts as Alastor Moody, then things could become... intriguing, to say the least.
He and Voldemort were only allies, and he was not bound to be loyal to him like the Death Eaters.
In a certain sense, Caresius and Evan had similar goals.
Contemplating this, Evan suppressed the unease in his heart.
He decided to get closer to him according to the original plan to see what the guy was up to.
When Evan returned to the Gryffindor Tower, Hermione was standing outside the Common Room waiting for him.
In the dripping rain outside, her slim figure rested against the orange curtain in the corner.
Hermione was engrossed in the Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4 in front of her. In the bright torchlight at both ends of the hallway, she looked exquisitely beautiful.
She was so immersed in her reading that she hadn't noticed Evan had arrived.
Evan didn't disturb Hermione either. He just watched her, wanting to etch her image in his mind.
"Evan?" After a long while, Hermione stretched like a kitten and rubbed her eyes as if realizing Evan was 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?" Evan asked. "Where are the others?"
"They're all there talking about the Triwizard Tournament and trying to make sense of it," said Hermione, "I thought you didn't know the new password yet, so I stayed here waiting for you. I was worried you wouldn't be able to get in..."
Upon hearing Hermione's words of concern, Evan felt exceptionally warm and content.
He naturally took the girl's cold hand, and for a moment, forgot all the conspiracies and dangers.
Hermione didn't resist, letting Evan hold her, but her face blushed.
They remained silent for a few seconds, as if recapturing a happy moment...
"Evan, what did Dumbledore tell you in the Great Hall?" Hermione asked.
"He asked me to promise not to participate in the Triwizard Tournament," Evan said. "You know, I don't meet the age requirement, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang seem to think I am too strong."
"What?!" Hermione said, astonished. "They mentioned you by name and asked for you to be excluded from the tournament?!"
"That's right, and I promised Dumbledore I wouldn't participate," Evan said.
He couldn't take part in the competition and was worried about his future plans.
But if the individual acting as Moody turned out to be Caresius, there would be other solutions to this matter, and he wouldn't have to worry so much. Perhaps things would simplify.
Evan felt it would be a good option to speak directly with the vampire to understand his purpose and plan.
If he only wanted to deliver Harry's blood to Voldemort, they could cooperate.
Of course, before that, he had to identify and confirm that he was indeed the vampire.
"It's very unfair, isn't it?!" Hermione said, dissatisfied. "They can't deprive you of your qualifications just because you're too strong. I know the game is very dangerous; many people have died, and I don't want you to participate. But the age limit for competitors is there because younger wizards don't have enough strength to protect themselves in the competition, and you obviously have the skill..."
Hermione's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic had clearly increased. Her topic naturally turned towards house-elves, and she remained bitter about Hogwarts' failure to pay house-elves.
"I have found out that our school and the magical world are full of invisible discrimination and oppression. This is extremely unfair. Evan, this is what happened to you tonight. The same goes for the house-elves. They are being squeezed like slaves, and we have to do something to prevent this from continuing..."
It seemed like she wanted to write an article for the Magic Hogwarts and was seeking Evan's advice.
Evan did not want to discuss that issue with Hermione because he knew it would be endless.
He hurried towards the entrance of the Gryffindor Tower, which was hidden behind a large portrait of a plump lady in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she said as they approached.
"Balderdash!" Hermione said.
The portrait swung forward to reveal a hole in the wall through which they climbed. A crackling fire warmed the circular common room, filled with plush armchairs and tables.
Hermione cast a grim look at the dancing flames cheerfully, and Evan distinctly heard her muttering "slave labor..."
By the fireplace, sat Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Colin, and his brother Dennis, who were discussing the Triwizard Tournament. They did not qualify for the tournament due to their ages.
They were debating what Dumbledore said about the impartial judge who would decide who the champions would be and were trying to guess who it would be.
"Whoever it is, he's the one we'll have to outsmart, and I think a few drops of Aging Potion..." Fred said, clenching his fist and hitting his palm.
"But Dumbledore knows they aren't old enough," Ron said.
"Yes, but he's not the one deciding who will be the champion, right?" Fred said shrewdly. "It seems to me that once this judge knows who wants to participate, he will select the best from each school regardless of their age. Dumbledore is trying to prevent us from giving our names."