Chapter 618 Conversation with Moody

"I think I explained before that casting a spell on a powerful magic item is not an easy task..." Ivan frowned.

"But you can do it, can't you?" Moody interrupted Ivan's words directly.

"I didn't do anything to the Goblet of Fire. If you insist on doubting me, I can't help it!" Ivan glanced at the "golden antenna" on the table and did not answer directly.

Moody stared at him for a while, then moved his magic eye away, and his words were no longer as strong as before, "Of course, I am willing to believe you! Otherwise, I wouldn't say it to you here. That’s it! Dumbledore also thinks it wasn’t you who did it..."

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't explain this matter at all. If Moody kept asking, it would be really troublesome.

"Now that you have identified three suspects, what are you going to do next?" Ivan continued to ask.

Moody said:

"I have tested Snape and Karkaroff in the past few days, but I couldn't get anything out of their mouths, so I plan to start directly from Crouch next time!

Although he is not in the castle now, he will definitely come back during the first game of the Triwizard Cup. At that time, I will invite him out alone to test and find out where he has been during this time! "

"But I always think that we need to be prepared for the worst. Barty Crouch is not an easy guy to deal with. I know his abilities. If there is any conflict, I may not be able to control him, so I need to A helper..." Moody added.

"I can help you if necessary!" Ivan said directly. He was worried that he could not find a reason to test Crouch, but unfortunately Moody directly presented this opportunity to his door.

"It's best if you are willing to help!" Moody was very happy. Crouch's identity was extraordinary. Dumbledore would not agree to his investigation, which meant that he could not get other professors in this castle. help.

As for Ivan's strength, he had already experienced it in the Defense Against Dark Arts class, and even he could not easily subdue him.

"It's just...isn't Mr. Crouch your boss? Is it really okay for us to question him like this?" Ivan looked at Moody hesitantly.

"I am no longer an Auror, and he is no longer the Executive Director!" Moody said in a cunning manner.

But Ivan doubted that even if Crouch was still Moody's boss, this legendary Auror would have the courage to investigate the other party!

"By the way, there's something I forgot to show you!" Moody suddenly remembered something. He quickly walked to the corner of the office on wooden legs, opened one of the boxes, and took it from inside. A piece of parchment came out with some burnt corners.

"Do you recognize it?" Moody handed the parchment to Ivan.

"What?" Ivan reached out and took it, took a look, and found that it was the piece of paper spat out by the Goblet of Fire, with Harry's name written on it.

"Handwriting! I mean handwriting! You should know what I mean..." Moody said impatiently.

Ivan looked at the writing on the parchment again and found that the style of the writing was very unique. Only then did he realize that Moody was planning to use the writing to track down the mole.

It has to be said that Moody is careful enough and can always detect some details that others cannot notice. He has not noticed before and can trace the mastermind through the handwriting.

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen such a word before! It shouldn't be anyone I know..." Ivan thought about it carefully, but he didn't have any impression.

Moody looked a little disappointed, he sighed and said. "I spent some time collecting the words of all the students in the school and compared them one by one, but no one matched them!"

The name of the whole school?

Ivan looked at Moody in surprise, wondering how he collected it...

Wait, could it be the homework that is collected on weekdays? !

Ivan's expression became very strange.

Being a professor is really convenient. Moody only needs to assign a few class assignments to get handwriting samples of all students.

But it was a shame that Moody could think of such a good idea. If the other party hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have thought that his handwriting had been investigated.

"What about Crouch's name? Have you confirmed it?" Ivan asked.

"I have seen his handwriting before when I was working under him, and the style is completely different from this! But it cannot be ruled out that he had someone write it in advance and then bring it over!" Moody said gruffly.

Ivan nodded, which meant that they could do nothing except hope to get some information from Crouch. No wonder Moody was willing to confront his former boss. It turned out that he had no choice.

"Anyway, the time to meet Crouch will be after the first game. I will inform you of the specific time!" Moody said.

The conversation between the two lasted for more than half an hour, and by the time Ivan came out of Moody's office, it was already dark.

Ivan, who was cold and hungry, touched his empty stomach and finally gave up his plan to go to the kitchen to find the house elves. It was already this time, so it was better not to bother them and just eat breakfast.

…

Early in the morning, Ivan yawned after simply catching up on his sleep, and followed everyone to the auditorium to enjoy today's breakfast.

Just as listless as he was was Harry.

Because he had witnessed the power and violence of the fire dragon with his own eyes last night, the huge psychological pressure prevented Harry from sleeping well all night. He even encountered the fire dragon in his dream. The opponent breathed out scorching flames and swallowed him up in one mouthful. Go down.

Hermione next to her couldn't help but scream after hearing Harry tell what happened last night. "Is the Ministry of Magic crazy? They actually plan to let you deal with it..."

"Deal with a fire dragon!" Hermione lowered her voice forcibly so as not to be heard by others.

"Who knows? Maybe the Ministry of Magic thinks this is more exciting!" Ivan wolfed down a large piece of butter muffin and stuffed it into his mouth, speaking with an unknown meaning.

"Excitement? That will kill you! Not many wizards have the ability to subdue a fire dragon alone..." Hermione looked very angry.

"Then what can we do? We can't change the content of the game... let's think about how to deal with them."

Harry's face was full of worry, and he even lost his appetite for food. He held the book "How to Deal with Dangerous Creatures" in his hand and kept flipping through it, trying to find a way out.

"How about using a coma spell? That's how Professor McGonagall subdued Norbert last time!" Hermione suggested.

"The fire dragon's magic resistance is very high. If Norbert hadn't been young at that time, the coma spell would not have been effective! You can't expect Harry to have the magic level of Professor McGonagall..." Ivan reminded.