The dripping monster opened its mouth and spat water into the pool beneath it, but no matter how it spat, the pool never seemed to be full.

Moody stood in front of the gargoyle and shouted: "Albus! Albus, come out!"

The dripping monster was unmoved at all, looking at Moody coldly, waiting for him to speak the password.

"Damn it, who broke the rules! Albus, get out of here!" Moody stood in front of the monster's gargoyle anxiously and shouted loudly.

The gargoyle glanced at Moody with an arrogant look and turned his head slightly, not looking at him.

Click, click, click…

Subtle footsteps came from behind.

In the darkness, Moody's blue magic eye turned 180 degrees, and in the corridor a hundred meters away behind him, he saw the strange boy who had been tied up before flying to the top of the corridor like a giant bat. He maintained a very weird posture.

In the posture, the right hand is stretched forward and floating in front of the body, as if being pulled by his own right hand to run away.

While running wildly, the weird boy's right hand opened a mouth, and he stuck out his tongue and said, "Catch him!"

"Monster! Die!"

Moody took out his wand and swung it widely in the corridor, "Crush everything! Crush everything!"

Hoffa was shocked. Moody, who didn't know the password and couldn't enter the principal's office, simply wreaked havoc around the area to attract the attention of Dumbledore and other school staff.

At this time, Hoffa's right hand automatically raised, and the mouth of his right hand opened and shouted: "Stop the curse!"

The blue crushing spell was resolved before it hit the dripping monster, turning into invisible magic power and slowly dissipating.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his right hand. Miller was finally of some use and did not make the situation worse. He raised his right hand and walked slowly towards Moody in this weird posture.

Mad Eye Moody waved his magic wand crazily, and spells poured out as if they were free, but those spells were resolved by Miller one by one before they even touched Hoffa's body.

Finally, he stopped one meter in front of Moody: "Mad-Eye, don't be nervous, we can talk."

"Where did you come from as a monster?"

"I'm not a monster."

Mad-Eye Moody stood in front of the Gargoyle, "Do you know whose territory is behind you?"

"I know, Albus Dumbledore."

"Why don't you leave quickly if you know that?" Alastor Moody said in a stern voice, "When Albus Dumbledore comes out, no matter what kind of monster you are, you will be brought to justice!"

"If you don't know the password, you can't enter the office."

Hoffa and Moody were getting closer and closer, and he persuaded him kindly: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. After this year, when I complete my goal, I will put you back."

"Only a ghost would believe your words. You locked me in a box and tied me up with iron chains. When you achieve your goal, you will kill people and silence me. I have seen many dark wizards like you in my life!"

"Please, do you think I look like a dark wizard?"

Hoffa defended himself with some grievance: "Aside from locking you up and restricting your freedom, I did not carry out any physical persecution on you. On the contrary, you even wore a chest strap and nailed your hands and feet. If it weren't for my special physique,

, you have killed me twice.

"you......?"

Moody's tone paused. He thought for a moment and his expression softened slightly: "Then tell me, who are you?"

"As you can see, I am an ordinary shapeshifter with my own little Jiujiu. I have neither ambition nor threat."

"An ordinary shapeshifter...what an ordinary shapeshifter."

Moody sarcastically posted it on the wall, "Excessive modesty will only make people disgusted. If you want to hurt me, why not just say so."

"Okay, I'm a master of transformation, okay...right!?"

As soon as Hoffa finished speaking, his eyes widened.

The dripping monster Moody was leaning against suddenly opened with a rumble, and he fell backwards unprepared, having to barely hold on to the handrail to keep himself on the spot.

Transformation master is the password?

Moody was stunned for a second, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on Moody's face. The wooden legs lifted him up, and he climbed straight up the spiral staircase.

Hoffa's expression changed again and again. He hurriedly passed through the gap in the wall and stepped onto the spiral stone staircase. The door closed behind him. The stairs slowly rose automatically and sent him to a shiny oak door.

In front of the door, there is a brass knocker on the door.

Moody didn't even knock on the door. He raised his hand and said, "Open the Alaho hole!"

The tip of the wand flashed with orange light, and the door opened with a bang on both sides. Moody stepped into the door and shouted: "Albus!"

"Oops, it's over!"

Hoffa jumped high, and in the sea of ​​​​spirits, Miller knocked Hoffa away like an F1 driver who saw his clumsy girlfriend driving, taking away control of his body. The moment the door to Dumbledore's office opened, Miller flew away.

"Hoffa" jumped in the air and raised his right hand, pointing directly at Moody's back.

"The soul is out of body!!"

A dazzling white light hit Moody. Miller's Imperius Curse was completely different from Barty Jr.'s Imperius Curse. This time, Moody covered his head and twisted wildly. He stretched out his hand and died.

Deadly stretched forward.

Even without controlling his body, Hoffa could feel that the mental defenses in old Moody's mind were being rapidly destroyed and occupied by Miller. This speed was almost devastating. It seemed long, but in fact it was extremely fast.

Almost at the same time that Moody was under the Imperius Curse, Hoffa fell heavily to the ground, and control of the body was returned to Hoffa from Miller.

During the brief gap, he saw the scene in the house.

This is a very beautiful circular room, with portraits of the past principals of Hogwarts hanging on the wall. They are all sleeping, their chests rising and falling gently.

A phoenix was perched on a golden branch by the door. It was as big as a swan, with dazzling bright red and golden feathers. It was resting with its head in its wings. When it heard the sound, it shook its long tail feathers and woke up.

He came over and looked with confusion and vigilance at the place where Hoffa disappeared and the scar-faced man who suddenly broke into the principal's office.

On the wall behind the table, old and patched Sorting Hats were placed on a shelf. In a glass box next to it was a shining silver sword with a large ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

Gryffindor's sword, the goblin's weapon.

At this time, a touch of silver came into his sight. He turned back to look for the source of the light, and saw bright silver light coming from the box under Fox. They were crystal clear glass bottles one after another, filled with

Made up of bright silver substances, they flow continuously, like water ripples in the breeze, and like clouds, spreading out and rotating softly.

It's memory.

Next to the quietly rotating memory bottle, Moody covered his head and struggled wildly in circles, unable to make any sound.

But the more he struggled, the more depressed he became. Finally, he lowered his head in an unusually dull manner, like a downed computer.

Snap, snap, snap.

The sound of light footsteps came from deep in the principal's office.

Hoffa entered the shadowy world of ghost walks without even thinking about it.

Having just entered the shadows, Albus Dumbledore, dressed in pale wizard robes, walked down the stairs to the second floor of the Headmaster's Office.

He was holding a shallow stone basin with strange carvings on the mouth of the basin, which were many runes. Silver light emitted from the things in the basin, illuminating his old face. He was not sleeping, Lan

His red eyes were a little red and swollen, and his face showed strong tiredness that could not be concealed.

Of course, he also saw Moody standing motionless in front of the principal's desk.

This shocked Dumbledore for about a second, and then he returned to normal without any hindrance. It was like a man after get off work who saw his son playing with water in the yard and placed the pensieve on the table as usual.

"Good evening, Moody."

He rubbed his eyes, "It seems like we haven't talked so late in a long time."

Tick ​​tock.

Ten seconds.

During the ghost walk, Hoffa raised his right hand and slowly backed away. At this moment, he almost broke out in a cold sweat. From the Ravenclaw common room to the principal's office, it was a crazy night.

He didn't feel anything before Dumbledore appeared, but the moment Dumbledore appeared, he felt tremendous mental pressure. He knew that as soon as the ghost walk ended, he would be discovered by Dumbledore immediately, even if

It doesn't matter if you enter the phantom state. You can only stay as far away from this former teacher as possible during the ghost walk.

"Damn it, Dumbledore has such a strong sense of perception."

Miller's nervous voice sounded in Hoffa's mind, "The Imperius Curse may be difficult to hide from him."

"You can hide it for one second. Don't let Moody raise his head or make eye contact with Dumbledore." Hoffa communicated with Miller in his mind.

"Do you want to fight directly?"

Miller licked his lips, "If it's the two of us, transformation and magic, he may not be our opponent."

"No, you can't fight."

Hoffa made a prompt decision and controlled his body to retreat slowly.

"Why, you are too pedantic."

"It has nothing to do with being pedantic. Hogwarts has more than one headmaster."

"That seems right."

Miller said hoarsely.
To be continued...