The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter : Fan Wai: Try to die

Moody went to the principal's office shortly after they separated from the three Potter and asked about divination.

In fact, pretending not to know, and not touching this is the most sensible way, because then there will be no mistakes and it will not be easy to expose.

But Moody still decided to go to Dumbledore, by the way, to find out the opponent's divination level through this incident.

Albert Anderson is so evil that Moody feels threatened.

As for the risk, in Moody's opinion, the risk of being dismantled by divination is not high. If the mudblood’s divination is really so accurate, how could Dumbledore not go to him for the divination? But the other party still can't see through his disguise.

Moreover, if there is a way to find the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew, with Moody's character, he would definitely be willing to try it. After all, there is no risk, but the benefits may be huge.

"Alastor, what's the matter?" Dumbledore looked up at his old friend.

"I met Harry Potter just now, and I heard him say that Anderson's Wonder Boy is very good at divination. Do you know this?" Moody pulled an armchair and sat across from the headmaster.

"I heard it," Dumbledore said non-committal.

"Then can we ask him to help fortune-telling the whereabouts of Peter and Crouch?" Moody said with a cane. "Although I don't really believe in fortune-telling, Anderson is indeed a magical guy. I think he might be able to. We bring unexpected surprises, even if we fail, it's nothing, at least it's better than the Ministry of Magic's clueless searching around."

"You're right, maybe we should give it a try." Dumbledore nodded and agreed with Moody's idea. He picked up the quill on the table and wrote a letter to Albert, inviting him to come to the principal's office for tea in the evening. .

At eight o'clock in the evening, Albert knocked on the door of the principal's office on time. When he pushed the door and went in, he found that Professor Moody was here, and he knew that the principal might not be doing anything good to him.

In fact, Albert came with the hope that he might be able to get some quests or benefits, but now it seems that Dumbledore is looking for himself obviously because he wants him to help in the divination.

"Professor Dumbledore, what can you do with me?" Albert asked knowingly.

"I hope you can help fortunetelling the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore asked with a smile, "What would you like to drink?"

"A cup of black tea." Albert reminded with a frown. "Divination is not a panacea."

While drinking tea, he took the time to glance at his task panel and didn't trigger a new task, so Albert didn't even bother to pick up Barty Crouch Jr.'s vest.

After all, this guy still has several tasks hanging on his body. If he takes off his vest now, it is estimated that some tasks will not be completed, and the loss will be great by then.

Of course, if Dumbledore’s benefits are great enough, or trigger a reward-rich task, Albert actually doesn’t mind picking up Barty Crouch Jr’s vest on the spot.

"Try it, I believe in your divination ability," Dumbledore said gently.

I also believe in my abilities, but at least you need to show that it is not a good habit to use prostitution.

Albert muttered in his heart, preparing to later if Dumbledore didn't give good things, he would pretend that he hadn't predicted anything.

Dumbledore seemed to have seen Albert's careful thoughts, and put an old notebook in front of Albert and said, "These are my notes, maybe you can come in handy."

Albert scanned the content on it and found that it was a deformed note, so he reached out and took out the crystal ball from the deformed lizard skin bag to help prophesy.

Moody watched all this with interest.

"Where is Peter Pettigrew hiding?" After drinking the black tea, Albert stared straight at the crystal ball in front of him, and began to predict where Peter Pettigrew would hide.

As for the little Batty, it's not enough now, after all, it's not yet time to pick the fruit.

The mist on the crystal ball began to dissipate, and a red, white and blue flag appeared on it, followed by a tulip wood sign, which was the sign of the entrance to Wizard Street in the Netherlands, and finally settled in the dimly lit house. Peter is holding a …pack.

"Dwarf Peter is hiding in Holland..." Moody looked at Albert in surprise, the murderous intent in his eyes flashed away. He suddenly had a bad feeling. He didn't expect this mudblood to be able to foretell him. The approximate location of the dwarf Peter.

"It seems that Peter helped Voldemort regain his body." Dumbledore looked at the package in Peter's arms and said, "This is really bad news."

"This matter is very troublesome." Professor Moody said.

"Where's Barty Crouch Jr.?" Dumbledore glanced at Moody and told Albert to continue his second prediction.

"Wait a moment, don't you expect..."

Albert's tone paused, and his gaze fell on the task panel, which actually triggered a new task: try to die.

Albert did not fortune telling for the first time. Instead, he pulled out his wand from under his robe and tapped the teacup. After re-staging the black tea, he took a sip, then secretly glanced at Barty Crouch Jr., and looked again. Seeing that my task has fallen into a short-term entanglement, this task is very rewarding, you can specify a skill, and the experience is also very rich, and there are skill points, but...

Little Batty seems to be unkind to herself. Although she thought that the other party might make trouble for herself,...the hatred value shouldn't be too high, it belongs to the type that will be killed by the way, so it's hard to say now.

Or, take it away in one wave.

As for the follow-up... Forget it, even without Barty Crouch Jr., Voldemort will probably be resurrected.

Albert finished drinking the black tea, and under the gaze of Dumbledore and Moody, he reached out and touched the crystal ball. The white mist on the crystal ball began to spin quickly, and soon a new picture emerged: this time with wings. The wild boar stone carving undoubtedly refers to Hogwarts.

Next, a hand appeared in the crystal ball with a piece of parchment in the hand. There were three ink footprints on the parchment. The footprints were also marked with the person’s name, Albus Dumbledore, and Albert. Anderson, and...Barty Crouch.

That's right, Batty Crouch, not Alastor Moody.

The atmosphere in the principal's office suddenly stagnated.

At this moment, Albert took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and spread it out in front of the two of them. Three ink dots appeared on the map, which was exactly what he saw from the crystal ball.

Okay, that's a map with a footprint curse.

But this is not the point, the point is the names of the three people marked on the map.

Albert and Dumbledore raised their heads and looked at Moody, whose expressions had been completely distorted. When Moody was about to draw out his wand to make a decisive counterattack, a red light quickly hit him.

Moody's, or Barty Crouch Jr., who was preparing for the last fight, was hit by Dumbledore's Wandless Stunning Curse and passed out directly.

At this moment, a new picture appeared on the crystal ball, two dementors were dragging a person, and that person was Barty Crouch Jr.

"Oh, my goodness, what happened." The portraits awakened one after another.

"Humanity Curse!" Dumbledore ignored the portrait, but stared at the map and said softly: "I forgot about it. Even if I took the compound potion, I couldn't hide the humanity curse."

"So, I said that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts always has problems." Albert glanced at the completed panel task, then looked at the fainted Moody and muttered: "However, he suddenly couldn't think about it. , Actually asked me to predict my whereabouts?"

This is great, try and die.

"He probably thinks you don't have the skills!" Dumbledore said softly, looking in a good mood.

"Then I'll go first, I'll leave it to you here, don't reveal that this matter is related to me, it always feels like a trouble." Albert picked up the deformed note and strayed away.

After Albert left, Dumbledore's face suddenly became gloomy. He used the fireplace to call Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, and found Professor Moody who was imprisoned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Veritaserum heard the whole thing, and learned that the other party planned to use Harry Potter's blood to resurrect Voldemort's series of plans, and his face became even more gloomy.

"How did you see through." Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

Dumbledore gave the map to Professor McGonagall.

Well, and they now know how Dumbledore discovered that Professor Moody was a fake.

"Actually, it was the fake professor who suggested to Dumbledore to ask Albert Anderson to help diagnosing the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr., which turned out to be like this." Phineas Nye Jelles laughed loudly. He thought the whole fact was so interesting.

After listening to Phineas Nigelles' description, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape stared at Barty Crouch Jr. in front of them in a daze. For a while, they didn't know what to say.

"You mean Mr. Anderson knows that Professor Moody is the true face of Barty Crouch Jr. through divination." Professor McGonagall felt that the whole thing was full of magic, and it was Barty Crouch Jr. who proposed the divination?

What are these all about?

"So, is this guy actually stupid by himself?" Snape said with a weird expression.

"This incident is more of an accident. Who knows that Mr. Anderson is a very powerful master of prophecy?" Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Remember to keep this matter secret, otherwise Mr. Anderson may have a lot of trouble."