The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The night sky above was dark. There are only a few stars, shining brightly.

Everyone on the Quidditch pitch, no matter the spectators, referees or players, all their eyes were attracted by Harry Potter; at the same time, they were also shocked by the horrific news Harry brought.

Almost no one noticed that one of the referees, Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Alastor Moody, limped out of the maze at this moment.

Mad-Eye Moody didn't go to watch Harry Potter like everyone else, but went in the opposite direction.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, he walked towards the castle with strange steps.

...

The castle was almost empty. After all, almost all the students and teachers were on the Quidditch pitch, watching the final of the Triwizard Tournament.

Mad-Eye Moody walked across the hall, up the stairs, and up, until he reached the eighth floor of the castle.

Over here, Argus Filch, the caretaker, was cleaning the windows.

"Professor Moody!" he said respectfully; Filch always had great respect for teachers.

"Good evening, Mr. Filch!" Mad-Eye seemed to be in a good mood. This happy expression was not common in the past, and it also made his face even more sinister.

Just saying hello to Filch, Moody continued to walk towards Albus Dumbledore's office on the eighth floor, until he walked up to the ugly stone monster.

"Password?" It was rare for the stone monster not to neglect his duty, but to check the visitors seriously.

"Honey wine," Moody replied.

It was the correct password, so the stone monster got out of the way, and waited for Moody to pass by before scanning the surroundings again.

...

In Professor Albus Dumbledore's office, there were whispered conversations.

It was the wall full of portraits of the former male and female headmasters. Instead of snoring in their respective photo frames as before, they gathered in a portrait in the middle to discuss something.

"Don't be sad, Dai Lisi!" Principal Chris Evra comforted a witch beside him.

"Hey, you said that brat, why did he die like this..." Phineas Black sighed: "I always feel that his life is very hard."

"Maybe it's just a rumor, let's ask Dumbledore in detail when Dumbledore comes back!" Principal Dexter Foster said in a low voice.

At this time, the door of the office was opened.

Mad-Eye Moody, gray-haired, limped in. The portraits of the headmaster still thought that Dumbledore was back, and all looked in the direction of the door...

Seeing that it was just an ordinary teacher, he looked away in disappointment.

Moody walked over to Dumbledore's desk, and he took a small bag from his pocket.

Then he dumped the contents of the bag little by little under a tall, gilded perch behind the door.

The black gray dust looks like what was left from burning.

"Hey, don't mess things up!" Phineas Black couldn't help shouting, "There's a phoenix living there!"

"Yes." Moody's magic eyes turned to the back of his head, looked at Principal Black, and blinked lightly at him. The ferocious appearance shocked the principal who had lived for more than a hundred years: "A Phoenix."

At this moment, there was a tremor in the ashes, and then a small, wrinkled chick stuck its head out of the ashes and looked around.

Moody's bruised hand touched the chick gently, and at the same time placed a few herb leaves in front of her.

"Oh, God!" Blake looked a little surprised: "Isn't that stupid bird, it died again..."

"Fox is not stupid at all!" Moody said casually: "She is very smart!"

"I think I have more say than you in this regard!" Phineas Black couldn't help but sarcastically said, "I have watched this stupid bird grow up, and I have also witnessed how many times she has been reborn. Second-rate……"

Moody ignored Phineas and walked over to Dumbledore's desk.

He first moved aside the Dumbledore's silverware, books and newspapers on the table. Then he began to rummage things from his pockets and put them on the vacant place on the table.

The first thing that was taken out was a map made of parchment.

"The prank is over!" Moody whispered, tapping his wand on the map.

The handwriting on the map disappeared little by little, and soon, it became like a piece of ordinary parchment.

Then there was a wand as long as a cane, which Moody dropped on the table too.

Then came a densely written notebook, and an empty curved wine bottle.

"What are you doing?" Phineas Black asked curiously.

Moody continued to do strange things. He took off the prosthetic limb on his right leg and put it next to Dumbledore's bench; finally he pulled out the magic eye and put it on the desk.

The portraits of the headmaster on one wall are all staring at him with curiosity and surprise.

Staring intently at Alastor Moody's mutilated face——

...

Yes, Moody's face began to deform.

Those mutilated wounds have gradually recovered; the skin has become smoother, and the mutilated nose has grown and shrunk. The long gray hair was shortening, turning dark brown.

The broken leg grew back within a few seconds; a gray eyeball reappeared in the bare eye socket.

"Good evening, all the principals!" The boy, who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, turned his head and greeted the principals.

"Ah..." Phineas Black let out a strange cry: "Unbelievable!"

"Merlin's beard!" Dexter Foster rubbed his eyes.

"Dai Lisi, look quickly..." Principal Chris Evra screamed.

"Don't make noise, I saw it!" Principal Dai Lisi Dewent said impatiently, her eye circles were still red.

"What did you do?" She looked at the boy in front of her, and her tone became gentler: "If I remember correctly, what you turned into with the Polyjuice Potion just now should be Hogwarts. Ci's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"No!" Jon Hart shook his head: "Actually, he is a Death Eater!"

As he spoke, he finally took out a crystal bottle and put it together with the previous pile of things.

The crystal bottle contains a small amount of transparent liquid.

Finally, Jon Hart stretched.

With a relieved expression on his face, he sat down on Dumbledore's chair and crossed his legs.

Thanks to book friends QOP, Xiaoqi, an atomic molecule, blue shell, lyc and zboyi for their rewards.