Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Towels and hot water do not have these problems, sir!" said Tom Abbot. "I can also help with some bread and sausages, but it is cold and may have to be grilled by the fireplace. What do you want to drink? Beer? Brandy? Or...hot coffee?"

"Brandy, coffee, if you can, let's have a pot of tea." Scrimgeour said, his face still quite ugly.

"Right, Mr. Scrimgeour. Where is Mr. Crouch?"

At this moment, Tonks with a gray head and gray face looked around and asked cautiously.

"I mean... Since you arrived at the Broken Cauldron Tavern first, Mr. Crouch should have successfully rendezvous with you, but why didn't you see him..." Tonks put his hands on his knees. Trembling, "Didn't you leave together, or..."

"Don't worry, Crouch and I will leave before you"

Scrimgeour looked at the young witch who had just joined the Auror Command for a year, her expression softened a bit.

"Your decision-making and post-breaking behaviors below are very good. We alone are not enough to cope with the situation tonight. We need more help. The wizards of the Ministry of Magic are not only our Auror Headquarters, I Let Crouch notify"

Before Scrimgeour could finish speaking, the tavern door that was locked inside suddenly made a sliding sound.

Scrimgeour drew out his wand, quickly turned around, and looked vigilantly towards the door of the Broken Cauldron Tavern.

"who?!"

"Me, Moody Rufus, what the **** happened?"

As the door was pushed open, a low, hoarse voice sounded at the same time, as if an old gong vibrated.

A man appeared at the door. He took off his hood, exposed his gray hair, and limped in. Behind him was Barty Crouch, who hadn't appeared in the tavern just now, but at this time Tonks's attention was almost completely attracted by the wizard who came in.

She had never seen such a face. It is like being carved out of a piece of decaying wood.

The sculptor has only a vague idea of ​​what a human face should look like, and he is not very good at using carving knives.

Every inch of skin on that face seemed to be scarred, and the mouth looked like a big slanted opening, but the area where the nose should be raised was missing.

And the most frightening thing about this man is his eyes: one of his eyes is small, black and shiny; the other eye is big, round like a coin, and it is a kind of vivid bright blue.

The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye.

The blue eyeball quickly swept across the tavern, then flipped it over and got into the man's head. Tonks could only see a big white eyeball.

"Oh, thank goodness, it's great that you could come, Moody." Scrimgeour was visibly relieved.

Moody walked to Rufus Scrimgeour. He stretched out a hand, and that hand was as scarred as his face.

Scrimgeour shook his hand and said something in a low voice, but Tonks did not hear it clearly. So she chose to poke hard at the silent Kingsley Shaker next to her, lowered her voice and asked curiously, "Who is the wizard? I don't seem to have seen him in the ministry?"

"Alastor Moody. I think you should have heard of it, just retired a few years ago"

Kingsley said in a deep voice, glanced at Tonks, who was still a little confused, "Remember what I said before?'Mad Eye Moody', the best and most powerful senior Auror in the history of the Ministry of Magic During the Wizarding War more than ten years ago, the people he arrested filled half of Azkaban’s cell. If Dumbledore is the wizard most feared by the mysterious man, then Moody is the proudest fear of all Death Eaters. Luo"

"Speaking of which, you fought against the guys who broke into the Ministry of Magic, Shackle?"

Moody's hoarse voice sounded, his dialogue with Scrimgeour ended, and the blue magic eye rolled out to stare at Kingsley.

"Well, I, Mr. Crouch, and Nifadora, we were in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, and we happened to meet them."

"How is the opponent's strength? How about the number? Do you know anyone?" Moody asked bluntly.

"Well" Kingsley Shackleh was silent for a moment, and glanced at the barkeeper who was standing not far away.

"A private room, quietly, Tom," Scrimgeour said quickly.

"It should be all right over there. I will prepare towels, hot water, and food and drink for you."

Old Tom pointed towards the aisle beside the bar, turned around and walked towards the back of the bar. As a bar owner, he knew very well when to gossip and when to leave. This is the situation tonight~www.wuxiaspot. com~ The most correct way is to ask nothing.

"Thank you, Mr. Abbot. If there are people coming from behind, please help me point it out."

Barty Crouch nodded and added, "There should be people arriving in a while, just let them come directly."

Everyone walked forward along the narrow passage, left the bar and walked into the nearest small private room.

As usual, the mad-eye man swept the room around the room with his magic eye, tapped his cane on the floor, and a fire started in the fireplace.

"It's safe here, go ahead," Moody said, dragging a chair by the fire and sitting down.

Scrimgeour and others also found a sofa or chair to sit down, Kingsley Shackle cleared his throat, and began to talk about what happened in the Ministry of Magic hall just now, Scrimgeour and Moody's. I asked a few occasionally, and Crouch and Tonks also helped to add it from time to time.

With the crackling of the fire and Kingsley's narration, the atmosphere in the room became serious.

"There are 30 fireplaces on the left and right sides of the Ministry of Magic Hall. If you follow your previous description..."

After Scrimgeour was silent for a few seconds, his face began to turn blue. "At least forty or fifty wizards have invaded the Ministry of Magic?! Do you know what this means? This is not a joke, according to this scale. This event may be..."

"The Wizarding War, Rufus. It is obvious that a new war has broken out."

Mad-Eye Moody said coldly, his mutilated and scarred face was full of icy expressions.

"Unless the three of Crouch and Shaker are looking at the dazzling eyes at the same time, we'd better accept this fact as soon as possible. Dumbledore’s warning said that Voldemort and his Death Eaters are back! Except for the challenge, we have nothing. Other options."

Great!