Chapter 209: Two Old Men

"Luna, I misremembered that the sound of the soundless bird is in reverse order when it is dying."

"Reverse order?"

"Although they will imitate all the sounds they have heard in their life when they are dying, they will imitate them backwards from the most recently heard..."

In the library, Maca sat across from Luna, and carefully corrected her mistakes.

In the past few days, apart from her own research, Maca often helps Luna read her reading notes about magical creatures during her break time.

Luna likes those interesting creatures very much, and usually finds some interesting materials in the library. Although those illustrations and documents are a bit dull and boring, if you really like them, they won't feel so boring.

Seeing that Luna was already revising the notes, Maka turned her eyes back to her pile of manuscript papers.

Although he is resting now, in the eyes of others, he probably won't feel that he is relaxing at all. After all, who would take a break from calculating those mind-bogglingly complex potions formulas?

But just as Maca picked up the quill from the ink bottle and was about to follow the previous calculation formula to continue calculating the ratio balance, he heard a familiar "thump, thud, thud" sound coming from the library door.

"Moody?"

Maca raised his head, looked towards the door, and found that, as he guessed, it was Mad-Eye Moody.

"What is he doing here?" Maca asked suspiciously.

In order not to be spotted by the eyeliner lurking in the school, Maca and Dumbledore deliberately did not exchange information with each other.

Therefore, although Dumbledore had verified Moody's identity early in the morning under Maca's reminder before leaving, Maca had no way of knowing about it.

His more suspicions centered on Moody until he discovered the true role of Barty Jr.

But now it seems that Moody's neurotic appearance is really his original character.

Looking at Moody's vigilant look of "looking suspicious at everyone" and his magic eye turning around, Maca could only shake his head secretly.

I'm afraid this time it was only because of Dumbledore's premature intervention that Barty Jr. had no chance to plot against Moody. Otherwise, Moody would definitely still be his first choice to hide his identity.

The behavior of this guy is too suspicious, so it is difficult to reveal his identity.

Just as Maca was thinking, Moody had already seen him, and under the glaring gaze of the librarian Mrs. Pince, he walked over on crutches all the way.

"McLean, come with me to the principal's office..." Moody's magic eye stared at Maca, as if he wanted to see him through. "Dumbledore has something to ask you."

After that, he stared at Maca again, that face looked extremely hideous due to the large number of scars.

Maca nodded slightly in surprise.

"Luna, I'll go and see what's going on. If it's too late, you can go to the auditorium for dinner first!"

He said to Luna who was on the opposite side, and then carefully arranged the calculation papers, and then signaled Moody to leave.

"You're ahead," said Moody gruffly. "I hate people walking behind me."

"Don't you have magic eyes? There are no blind spots in all directions. It is said that even invisibility cloaks can be seen through. So what are you worried about?" Maca looked at the blue eyes that kept turning in Moody's eyes with interest. Seyiyan said with a smile.

"I will grow old, but it won't." Moody snorted dissatisfiedly, "Your performance at the World Cup was wonderful, I think you understand what I'm talking about."

Maca shook his head and said, "Are you doubting me? Didn't Dumbledore tell you?"

"Albus is wise,

But he gives trust too easily. In my opinion, this is his shortcoming. "Moody unceremoniously criticized the so-called greatest wizard today, as if talking about an ordinary person.

"I still think you are suspicious!" Maca didn't care about his suspicion of himself, but smiled, "Look at you, you wander around the castle all day long, staring at others for a long time when you have nothing to do. "

"Hmph, as long as I know I'm not suspicious." Moody said impatiently.

The two walked side by side, and it didn't take long before they came to the stone beast at the entrance of the principal's office.

"Fried centipede legs." Moody said to the stone beast.

Maca and Moody took the escalator together and came to the gate of the principal's office.

"Fried centipede legs? What's that?" Maca grinned and said, "Did Professor Dumbledore's taste become heavier recently?"

"That's a new dessert from Honeydukes. It tastes pretty good... Would you like some?"

The door opened automatically, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

"Uh...thank you, I don't think it's necessary..." Maka shook her head resolutely as she walked in, "Professor, did something happen when you came to me today?"

Maca has gotten used to running to the principal's office again and again. No, just as he was asking, he ran to the armchair next to him and sat down.

Mad-Eye Moody also sat down on a wooden chair next to Dumbledore's desk, but he looked like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if he was always ready to jump up and fight.

"A lot of things have indeed happened recently. For example, various cases have increased. There are small ones such as theft, and of course there are big ones such as the mysterious disappearance of a few wizards just now."

As Dumbledore said, he waved his wand, and a stack of documents floated in front of Maca.

Maca reached out to take it, flipped through it casually, and then nodded.

"There are a few cases where I have some clues, but..." Maca said suspiciously, "Isn't this Cornelius Fudge's work?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and pointed at Maca's hand.

"...Look carefully at what these cases have in common."

Maca lowered his head, compared it over and over again, and then suddenly frowned.

"A werewolf?"

The approximate time interval of these cases is 30 days, and the specific date is obviously the night of the full moon. From this, it is not difficult to speculate that these cases may be related to those restless werewolves.

"Claw marks were also found in two cases, and it is indeed very likely that they were made by werewolves." Dumbledore nodded.

"Then..." Macafor raised his head again and looked at Dumbledore.

"Alastor is a trustworthy partner," Dumbledore said with a smile, "He can give you a lot of help in your affairs with Tom."

Maca glanced at Moody subconsciously, and then said with a sense of comprehension: "However, if I want to gain his approval, I must use actions to prove my position and ability?"

"That's it," Mad-Eye Moody said, looking at him with sharp eyes, "although Albus made a promise to me, but the promise can't be eaten as a meal. I have to use my own eyes to judge whether you are in danger or not. "

Maca shrugged helplessly and said: "Although I can understand your cautiousness, I have to remind you: people's hearts are complicated, even if there is no such thing as the Imperius Curse, you can't really see through it just by seeing it with your own eyes. of……"

At this point, he paused, looked at Moody's blue eye and added: "Even your magic eye can't see through people's hearts, can it?"

"Do you still need to remind me?" Moody glanced at him and said roughly, "Although you can't read people's hearts, you can at least serve as a reference... How many cunning bastards do you think I have dealt with?"

It has to be said that Moody's life experience can convince many people. After all, not everyone can face Voldemort without fear, and a large number of Death Eaters were captured into Azkaban.

Maca also briefly experienced Moody's keenness. Even though he is old now and his combat ability has definitely declined greatly, his rich experience is still hard to underestimate.

"Of course, the Death Eaters you captured can fill half of Azkaban. This is a well-known fact." Maca nodded, "I also admire it."

"But you released all the prisoners I worked so hard to get in," Moody said, giving him an annoyed look.

"Uh, isn't this just a trick..."

Maca smiled awkwardly, "I did something bad at the beginning, but now I have met the right master."

"Starting tomorrow night, you go look for clues every night... If it is confirmed that the werewolf did it, at least catch me a job." Moody didn't continue to talk to him, he paused the wooden crutch in his hand, said seriously.

Naturally, Maca had no reason not to agree. He originally planned to go to Tarino to ask about the latest situation. These cases can also be checked by the way. Anyway, they cannot be separated from Voldemort.

After discussing the case with Moody, he bid farewell to Dumbledore and left the principal's office.

"Albus, are you really going to..."

After Maca left, Moody frowned and looked at Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore shook his head, and sighed slightly: "To be honest, I'm not sure if it's right to do this, but...we're all getting old, aren't we?"

He raised his head, looked at the portraits of past principals above his head, and continued, "Alastor, isn't that the reason why you chose to retire?"

"It's a bit out of reach," Moody also shook his head and said, "But no matter what, as long as you're still alive, you can't just let go of the responsibility you should bear..."

"At least we have to make preparations for those children... If Tom's child..." Dumbledore said, as if recalling something, he gradually lost his mind.

At this time, outside Hogwarts Castle, the sky was still as clear as blue, just like the hearts of most young wizards were so clear and pure. Perhaps, what Dumbledore hopes most is that he can live longer so that those children can maintain this purity forever?