Chapter 515 Who Is It?

Yes, it is indeed a good idea to use the Imperius Curse on students openly and aboveboard.

No one can guarantee that the fake Moody will use this to control a student.

Even if he didn't dare to do this kind of thing under Dumbledore's nose, there shouldn't be any problem with a few "Legiliency" spells.

This magic can quickly read the feelings and memories of the cursed person. It is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic and is not allowed to be used.

However, fake Moody's will not scruple about these, and this is the best opportunity to obtain information.

By giving little wizards a chance to experience black magic in class, he can use these spells unscrupulously.

In addition, there are many evil black magic spells that can be used, and Ivan can think of many.

The little wizards have no defense against these, he can cast spells without any scruples.

The scary part is that there's absolutely no way to stop him, and no one will dispute it, because that's what Moody is all about.

"It's good for you to see this earlier, you can't stay in the school forever!" Moody continued, with a terrible smile on his face, "Ewen, your strength is far beyond that of a young wizard of the same age, yes It's time to see what a real dark devil looks like, I'm looking forward to your performance... well, I'm here, I wish you a good night's sleep."

Moody dragged the prosthetic leg and slowly disappeared into the shadows on the innermost side of the third floor.

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

He went through a door hidden behind a tapestry and up a narrower staircase.

As Alvin walked, he was thinking about what happened tonight.

The behavior of this fake Moody tonight is too abnormal. What is his purpose? !

It seems that not only Harry, but Ivan is also one of his targets.

And the name that can't be displayed on the Marauder's Map, is the guy pretending to be Moody still Barty Crouch Jr.? !

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

Ivan suddenly thought of Keresis, the dangerous vampire, and he was the only one who could help Voldemort at the moment.

And he was strong enough to be able to use that spell so that his name would not be marked on the Marauder's Map.

It would be interesting if he was the one who sneaked into Hogwarts disguised as Mad-Eye.

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

Even to some extent, Keresis and Ivan's goals are the same.

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

He decided to contact the other party as originally planned to see what the hell this guy was doing.

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

In the sound of the ticking rain outside, her slender body leaned against the orange curtain at the corner.

Looking at the "Standard Spells, Level 4" in front of her with the light of the bright torches at both ends of the corridor, Hermione looked very beautiful now.

She read the book very carefully, but didn't find Ai Wen who had come close.

Ai Wen didn't bother, just looked at her like this, as if he wanted to engrave this picture in his mind.

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

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

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

"They're all discussing the Triwizard Tournament inside, trying to get away with it." Hermione said, "I don't think you know the new password yet, so I'll stay here waiting for you, in case you won't be able to get in outside... ..."

Hearing Hermione's caring words, Ivan felt extra warm and happy.

He naturally held the girl's cold little hand, and all plots and dangers were far away from him at this moment.

Hermione didn't resist, and let Ivan hold her, but her face was blushing.

The two stood there in silence for a few seconds, as if they had just recovered from their blissful moments.

"Ivan, what did Dumbledore call you to say?" Hermione asked.

"He asked me to make a promise not to participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Aiwen said, "You know, my age does not meet the requirements, and Beauxbaton and Durmstrand seem to think that my strength is too strong. Stronger."

"What?!" Hermione said in surprise, "They banned you from the competition by name?!"

"That's it, I have already assured Dumbledore." Ivan said.

Unable to participate in the competition, he was still worried about the next plan just now.

But if the fake Moody is Keresis pretending to be, then there are other solutions to this matter, so don't worry so much.

Perhaps, it will become simpler.

Ai Wen felt that it might be a good choice to talk to the other party directly to find out the purpose and plan of this vampire.

If he just wanted to bring Harry's blood to Voldemort, they might work together.

Of course, before that, the identity of the other party must be determined first.

"It's unfair, isn't it?!" Hermione said dissatisfied, "They can't disqualify you because you are too strong. I know the competition is dangerous and many people have died, so I don't want you to participate. But the age limit for the participants is because they don't have enough strength to protect themselves in the competition, but you clearly have the ability..."

Hermione's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic was obviously growing, and her topic naturally shifted to the house-elves, still brooding over Hogwarts' failure to pay the house-elves.

"I just discovered that our school and the magic world are full of invisible discrimination and oppression, which is extremely unfair. Aiwen, what happened to you tonight is like this, and the same is true for the house elves. They are regarded as Slaves are oppressing and we must do something to stop this from happening..."

From the looks of it, she seemed to be planning to write an article for the "Hogwarts Wizarding News" and was going to ask for Ivan's opinion.

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

He hurriedly pulled the other party to the entrance of Gryffindor Tower, which was hidden behind a huge portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" the Fat Lady asked as the two of them approached.

"Nonsense!" said Hermione.

The portrait popped forward, revealing a large hole in the wall through which they had crawled.

The circular common room was filled with tables and floppy armchairs, and the fire was crackling and crackling.

Hermione glanced at the cheerfully jumping flames, and Ivan clearly heard her mutter "slave labor".

By the fireplace Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville and Colin and his brother Dennis were sitting there, still talking about the Triwizard Tournament, age-wise, None of these guys are eligible for the competition.

They were discussing who Dumbledore had said was the judge of the warriors, and guessing who he might be.

"Whoever he is, it's the one we're trying to fool, I think a drop or two of aging potion..." said Fred, clapping his fists together.

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

"Yeah, but he doesn't decide who's a warrior, does he?" Fred said smartly. Excellent, he doesn't care how old they are, Dumbledore is trying to prevent us from signing up." (To be continued.)