After the dinner, Dumbledore and Moody returned to the principal's office together.
Moody was sitting under the chair, his magic eye moving wildly. The portraits of the principals were all looking at it, pointing and whispering.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a cup of ashwagandha tea appeared on the table. This magical plant comes from India and helps relieve fatigue and fall asleep.
The principal did not offer Moody a drink as his old friend was always cautious and would never drink tea given by others in a separate environment.
"Albus, during the next Triwizard Tournament, there will be two Death Eaters wandering around Hogwarts." Moody said in a hoarse voice:
"Even when the Wizarding War was at its most intense, this didn't happen. Are you too confident that something might happen to those little wizards?"
"Alastor, Severus was indeed a Death Eater, but he turned to our side before Voldemort's fall and took great risks to spy for me."
Dumbledore picked up the cup, took a sip, and said in a calm voice: "He is no longer a Death Eater."
"Do you really trust Severus Snape?" Moody asked with a skeptical look.
"Of course, why should I not trust him? He has never let me down in anything I asked him to do."
Dumbledore looked at Moody and said seriously: "I hope you can believe him too."
"Albus, not everyone has the talent of overly trusting others. I was once as naive as you."
Moody sneered from deep in his throat, then pointed to the missing piece of his nose and said in a rough voice:
"Remember what happened?"
"Evan Rozier did it."
"That's right!" Moody's mouth twisted, his eyes sharp, full of hatred.
"I took him into the Auror office, helped him become an official Auror, and raised him like my own son. It was a lot of hard work, but how did he repay me?!"
"With the Explosive Curse and Avada Kedavra, I was lucky that I didn't die...so, he deserved it when he died in my hands in the end."
"Since then, no matter who I am, I will not completely trust anyone. Trusting will lead to death, let alone a former Death Eater like Snape?!"
"A dog can't stop eating shit, but a cat can't help but eat shit." Moody's lips twisted into a scary smile.
"My dear Albus, nothing can change a person's nature, including your excessive trust!"
"That's why I asked you to come here, Alastor." Dumbledore put down the teacup and gently rubbed his temples with his hands.
"Keep an eye on Karkaroff for me."
"Karkaroff?" Moody snorted hard: "I thought you would trust this guy more than Snape."
"Why do you think so?"
"Karkaroff betrayed so many servants of the Dark Lord in order to survive. He can't go back." Moody chuckled:
"His life and death, honor and disgrace are all tied to you, how dare he betray you again!"
"No, Karkaroff is the real chameleon and coward." Dumbledore shook his head and said:
"In order to save his life, he can betray his companions, or he can change his family in the blink of an eye for this purpose."
Moody was silent for a while, his eyes were thoughtful and he said: "Okay, I will help you keep an eye on them both!"
'Both of them'...including Snape of course.
However, Dumbledore had no intention of convincing his stubborn old friend, as long as he was willing to help.
"By the way, Albus, there is something that makes me feel ominous." Moody said suddenly.
"An attack on the Quidditch World Cup?" Dumbledore said with drooped eyelids.
"That's right!" Moody nodded, his eyes gloomy and his tone full of doubts.
"How many years have the Death Eaters not been able to operate on such a large scale? Ever since the Dark Lord disappeared, they have been so secretive that they dare not see the light of day."
"Because Voldemort is back." Dumbledore said solemnly:
"In fact, he came back from Albania with the help of Peter Pettigrew last year, but in the end Peter was killed by Rolf, and Voldemort was forced to self-destruct and escape."
After hearing Dumbledore's words, Moody frowned and said:
"Is Newt's grandson - Rolf Scamander - really as powerful as you say?"
"Of course." Dumbledore smiled smugly: "Rolf has had many face-to-face encounters with Voldemort in the past three years, and has always had the upper hand.
If I have time in the future, I can talk to you in detail."
Moody raised his eyebrows and asked again: "So, do you think this large-scale movement of Death Eaters has something to do with the Dark Lord?"
"Yes." Dumbledore said seriously: "I have a hunch, and his actions this time will be different from the past.
Therefore, I hope you can teach those students some real skills, Alastor! They are too weak. In the past few years, they have only encountered a reliable professor like Sirius."
"If you say that, then I will teach something other than textbooks?!" Moody laughed.
"For example?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Let them experience black magic." Moody said with a squinting look. "There are also some more evil powers."
Dumbledore put down his cup, crossed his hands, and squinted in thought.
"Albus, you also said that the Dark Lord may rise again." Moody's expression was extremely serious.
"We have to let them know what real danger and cruelty is."
Dumbledore didn't answer immediately.
Moody looked at the hesitant principal and snorted dissatisfiedly:
"You can't let these children come into contact with these things when the war comes, right? By then it will be too late!"
Dumbledore sighed and nodded imperceptibly.
Moody smiled with satisfaction, but the smile quickly disappeared. The blue eyes that originally moved up and down rolled up and penetrated into his head.
"Someone is looking for you. It seems that I have taken up too much of your time."
Moody stood up, slowly pushed his chair away, and walked towards the door.
Rolf stood at the door and was about to knock on the door when the door creaked open and Professor Moody walked out of the room.
The young man did not expect that Moody was there, so he hurriedly said: "Professor Moody, good evening."
Moody stared at Rolf, then glanced at the black suitcase in his hand, then nodded and limped toward the spiral staircase.
Rolf waited until Moody had gone far, then entered the principal's office and sat down on the chair.
Dumbledore had already poured a cup of ashwagandha tea for the boy. The fingertips of his two hands touched together, his chin was placed on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the boy through half-moon lenses.
"Rolf, it's so late, do you have anything to do with me?"
Luofu nodded and put the box on his desk. After he opened it, he waved his wand and a golden statue flew out.
"Professor, not long ago, Shirley and I went to the Ravenclaw tomb and found... this statue in the tomb!"
