Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.
“So,” Ron asked hopefully, “you guys just found some random stuff from the library and brought it to fool them?”
Fred said with a stern face: ” To your disappointment, we are very credible. But we have limited knowledge of the Black Lake, like if we dive too deep we’ll be chased out by merpeople with pitchforks, and their tamed pets aren’t friendly either-”
“That’s Grindylow.” George looked at Harry’s puzzled expression and explained.
“There are Creatures that live at the edge of the lake and also on Bowtruckle Island … but we didn’t dare to go too deep for fear of being getting tied and beaten by Selkies. But sooner or later we’ll draw a map of the Black Lake, it’s part of our plan to finish before graduation.” Fred said.
George looked at him strangely, “When did we have this plan?”
“Just as we were talking. Wanna join?” Fred asked.
“Doesn’t sound that bad,” George said with a grin, looking at the dumbfounded trio, “But there’s no point in doing it all over again when Harry’s father and his gang have done it all, so why not find another way, anyway we’re just in our sixth year, so we definitely have some time to leave behind our legacy. ”
Then the twins left, and before leaving, George reminded them, “By the way, Harry, if you go to the hospital wing now, there will be a surprise waiting for you.”
The trio stared at their backs, deep in thought.
“We should have requested a copy of the map, a scrap will do.” Ron suddenly said, “It certainly would have saved a lot of trouble.”
“We can make our own.” Harry said without thinking, it is still very far from February.
Hermione then counted on her fingers, “Besides us, counting Cedric’s group, plus Uagadou, half of the team already knows about the second task, and it’s hard to say about the other three schools–”
” Maybe you should count Durmstrang as well.” Ron said gloomily.
Hermione’s eyebrows raised.
“Sorry, that wasn’t clear – I meant that Karkaroff would definitely find a way to cheat.” Ron rephrased it, “I have faith in him.”
Harry could not contain his smile.
” We should better stop by the hospital wing and check out the surprise Fred mentioned …” he suggested. As they arrived at the hospital wing and turned the corner, they vaguely heard more than one familiar voice.
“Professor Hap?”
“Sirius?” Harry said in surprise.
They quickened their pace to see the door of the intensive care ward wide open, and Sirius standing in front of a table, peering inside as he fiddled with the wand in his hand, his eyes staring menacingly in one direction.
Then, from inside, came Moody’s gruff voice, “If you want a fight, you’d better go outside! I don’t have a wand in my hand, and I’m missing an eye …”
“Your eye is soaking in the potion, Professor Moody. Who complained that it wasn’t working well as soon as he woke up.” Felix’s voice stated gently.
“I’m telling the truth! And my wooden leg, it is almost half an inch shorter, it must be that scumbag’s doing!” Moody said very grumpily, which had something to do with the fact that he had just been treated by Felix.
Felix sighed, the check-up just now did not go well, because the patient subconsciously resisted it. So he just tried the techniques he learned from the dementors, which caused Moody to become quite frustrated after the treatment was over, and the way he showed his ‘frustration’ is by disliking people indiscriminately.
Felix looked up at Harry, Ron, and Hermione who are standing in the doorway, and waved at them.
They walked into the room and were surprised to find it lively inside. On the opposite end of the room across from Sirius, Snape stood near the wall in his black robes, like a jet-black bloodsucking plant, indifferently looking at Sirius with contempt in his eyes.
Snape’s hand is hidden in his sleeve, Harry guessed from his posture that he should be holding his wand.
This also solved the confusion: Harry did not think that Sirius would clash with Professor Hap, if he remembered correctly, in the Hagrid hut in the third year, Sirius had revealed his secret personally that he had been easily caught by the professor, he looked rather reluctant at that time.
Besides these people, there are two other people in the room, one is Madam Pomfrey, and the other is turned out to be Neville.
Neville was shrinking into a chair by himself as best he could, which wasn’t easy, since he had grown at least half a foot from last year and stood comparable to Ron. When Harry walked over to him, he cried and said in a voice close to a whisper of resignation, “I just wanted to come over and send a bouquet of flowers, like yesterday … only to find that Professor Moody had woken up, and after that Madam Pomfrey called Professor Hap, and not long after that, Mr. Black suddenly appeared, saying that there is something important that he wants to talk about, and halfway through the conversation, Professor Snape dropped by.”
Excellent, Harry thought, Neville accurately retold the sequence of order the people in the room came in, and he could imagine the general course of events.
He looked around, Professor Hap is wearing a rare white coat, is this an imitation of a Muggle doctor? Madam Pomfrey is standing not far from him, she is holding a clipboard in her hand, taking notes quickly. Harry continued to look over, and then his eyes seemed to be stung when he glanced over at the very conspicuous large glass on the side of the patient bed – Moody’s magic eye is submerged in the blue liquid, every now and then it turned around in a circle.
Ron made a sound of disgust.
“Harry.” Sirius came over and gave him a firm hug. Then he said quietly, “I got word from Hagrid that Moody’s injured right now, so I came over to give it a try–”
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked in a whisper.
Sirius scowled disdainfully in Snape’s direction, and Snape said slowly as if he hadn’t seen it, “I got permission from the Headmaster, so if Mr. Alastor Moody still wishes to finish teaching this year, I’ … will substitute for a few classes temporarily, for the sake of my colleague until he recovers from his injury.”
Sirius immediately looked over at Moody and said solemnly, “Alastor, I suggest you should better hide for a while …”
He suddenly realized that he had touched the taboo of the “Mad-Eye” Moody, who looked like a volcano that is about to erupt in wrath, so he hurriedly stopped, but it was too late.
Harry swore he had never seen Moody’s face contorted this much, every cut on his face miraculously enlarged and shaking disgustingly as Moody roared, “Ha! Do you think I’m afraid of meeting people? After months of being manipulated like a puppet by Voldemort and a Death Eater? What did you think I am going to do? Hide and cry like a wuss? I’m telling you, dream on!”
Sirius’s face suddenly turned as pale as paper.
Moody’s only eye glared at Sirius, and Harry felt that Moody’s eye looked even more terrifying than the fake eye in the glass, as even his empty eye sockets looked like naught compared to the rage that burst out of his eye.
He pointed to the empty bed next to him, “You know what Barty did first when he woke up? Go to the Ministry of Magic and turn himself in! He’s going to tell everything and atone for all those mistakes he made!”
He pointed to his mangled nose again, with spittle flying, and growled, “I’ll do what I promised Dumbledore, and not only that, guess what?!” He looked at the bewildered Sirius, “I have to tell everyone what happened to me, just students can not be enough …”
He grimaced and said, “I have to tell everyone that Voldemort is still alive, or at least not dead to the bone.”
Dumbledore’s heavy voice heard from the door, “Alastor …”
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