v2 Chapter 515： Who is it?

Yes, it’s a good idea to use the Soul of the Soul for students.

No one can guarantee that fake Moody will not control a student.

Even if he didn't dare to do this kind of thing under Dumbledore's eyes, there should be no problem with a few "God of God" spells.

This magic can quickly read the feelings and memories of the cursor, strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, and is not allowed.

However, fake Moody will not care about this, this is the best chance to get information.

By letting the little wizards see the opportunity of dark magic in the classroom, he can use these spells unscrupulously.

In addition, there are many evil black magic spells that can be used, and Ai Wenyi has a lot of associations.

The little wizards are not prepared for these things at all, and he can cast spells unscrupulously.

The terrible thing is that there is no way to stop him, and no one will raise an objection, because Moody's is like this.

“It’s good for you to see this earlier, you can’t stay in school forever!” Moody continued, with a terrible smile on his face. “Ai Wen, your strength is far beyond the age of a small wizard. I will see what the real Dark Devil looks like. I am looking forward to your performance. I am in the place and I wish you a good night's sleep."

Moody dragged the prosthesis and slowly disappeared into the shadow on the innermost side of the third floor.

Looking at his back, Ai Wen felt even more strange, and the original clear thoughts suddenly became complicated.

He passed through a door hidden behind the tapestry and walked up a narrower staircase.

As soon as Ai Wen walked, he was thinking about what happened this evening.

This fake Moody's table is too unusual for this evening. What is his purpose? !

It seems that not only Harry, but Ai Wen is also one of his goals.

And the name that can't be displayed by the live map, is the guy who fakes Moody's still Batty Crouch? !

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

Evan suddenly thought of Carresis, the dangerous vampire, and only he can help Voldemort.

And his strength is strong enough to have the ability to use that spell so that his name is not marked by the live map.

If he is dressed as a crazy eye mixed into Hogwarts, then things can become interesting.

He and Voldemort are only allies, and there is no need to be loyal to him like the Death Eaters.

Even to some extent, the goals of Carresis and Avon are the same.

Thinking of this, Ai Wen suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

He decided to contact the other party according to the original plan to see what the guy was doing.

By the time Ivan returned to the Gryffindor Tower, Hermione was standing outside the common room waiting for herself.

In the ticking of the rain outside, her slender body rested on the orange-red plaque on the corner.

Hermione looks so beautiful now by the bright torches at the ends of the corridor looking at the "standard spell, level four" in front of him.

She read the book very carefully and did not find Evan who had come to the front.

Evan didn't bother, just looking at her, she seemed to want to imprint this picture in her mind.

"Avon?!" For a long time, Hermione stretched out like a kitten and rubbed her eyes as if she noticed Avon standing in front of her.

She hurriedly put the book up and stood up and said with a smile, "When did you come back?"

"Just just now, why haven’t you gone to sleep?" Ai Wen asked. "What about other people?"

"They all talk about the top three competitions in the game and want to get away with it." Hermione said, "I don't think you have a new password, just stay here waiting for you, afraid that you can't get outside."

After hearing the words of Hermione's concern, Ai Wen felt extra warm and happy.

He naturally took the girl's cold hand, and all the conspiracy and danger left him at this moment.

Hermione did not resist, let Evan hold herself, but her face was blushing.

The two people stood silent for a few seconds, as if they had recovered from the happy time.

"Avon, what did Dumbledore tell you in the past?" Hermione asked.

"He asked me to make a guarantee not to participate in the top three competitions." Ai Wen said, "You know, my age is not up to the requirements, and Booth Barton and Demstrand seem to think that my strength is too Strong."

“What?!” said Hermione in amazement. “They banned you from participating in the competition?!”

"That's it, I have promised to Dumbledore," Avon said.

Can't participate in the competition, he was still worried about the next plan.

But if fake Moody is posing for Carreuse, there are other solutions to this matter, so don't worry.

Perhaps it will become even simpler.

Ai Wen feels that it may be a good choice to talk directly to the other party to understand the purpose and plan of this vampire.

If he just wants to bring Harry's blood to Voldemort, they may be able to cooperate.

Of course, before this, you must first determine the identity of the other party.

"It's very unfair, right?!" said Hermione dissatisfied. "They can't deprive you of your qualifications because you are too strong. I know the game is very dangerous. I have died many people and I don't want you to participate." But the age limit for the contestants is because they don't have enough strength to protect themselves in the game, but you obviously have the ability."

Hermione’s dissatisfaction with Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic is clearly increasing, and her topic has naturally shifted to the house elves, and she is still worried about Hogwarts’ failure to pay the house elves’ salaries.

"I found out that our school and the magic world are full of invisible discrimination and oppression. This is extremely unfair. Ivan, this is what happened to you this evening. The same is true of the house elves. They are treated as The slaves are crushing, what must we do to stop this from happening?"

It seems that she intends to write an article for the Hogwarts Magic, ready to seek advice from Ai Wen.

Ai Wen did not want to discuss this topic with Hermione because he knew there was no end.

He hurriedly took the other person to the entrance to the Gryffindor tower, which was hidden behind a huge portrait with a fat lady wearing a pink silk dress.

"Password?" asked the fat lady when they approached.

"No words!" said Hermione.

The portrait suddenly bounced forward, revealing a large hole in the wall, and they climbed in from here.

The circular common room is filled with tables and soft, collapsed armchairs, and the fire is burning.

Hermione's gaze glanced at the flames of a cheerful jump, and Evan clearly heard her screaming "slave labor."

Next to the fireplace, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, and Colin and his brother Dennis are sitting there, still talking about things related to the top three, from age. These guys are not qualified enough.

They are discussing what Dumbledore said to judge who is the warrior's referee and guess who he will be.

"No matter who he is, anyway, we are the ones we want to deceive, I think one or two drops of ageing agent," said Fred, clenching his hand in the palm of his hand.

"But Dumbledore knows that you are not old enough," said Ron.

"Yeah, but whoever is a warrior is not up to him, is it right?" Fred said, "I heard it, it seems that the referee knows who wants to participate, and picks the best from each school." Excellent, he doesn't care how old they are, Dumbledore wants to stop us from signing up." (To be continued.)