Chapter 536
It is said that he has an heir
Chapter 536 It is said that he has an heir
"Click...click...click..."
The strange knocking sound was enough to give people a headache even in a dream, as if someone was hitting them on the head with a hammer.
Wade suddenly woke up from his sleep, checked the time, and found that he had only slept for less than two hours.
He was wondering if he had another nightmare, but then he actually heard a "click" sound - very slight, completely different from the deafening feeling in his dream.
Vader could tell the distinctive sound of footsteps was the wooden prosthetic leg tapping on the floor.
This is Moody coming.
With such a big thing happening at the Quidditch World Cup camp, it was normal for the Grays to ask the wizards they knew about the situation.
Wade lay down on the bed with confidence, closed his eyes for just two seconds, and then sat up suddenly.
I almost forgot that Moody may not still be "Moody" this year, so you have to be careful whenever you meet him.
Wade put on his bathrobe, got out of bed and went to the window, where he saw Moody limping into the yard. The Grays were standing at the door to welcome him.
He looked at his neighbor carefully again, and after confirming that he was still the same person, Wade breathed a sigh of relief and returned to bed, but he could no longer fall asleep.
Perhaps it was because my nerves were suddenly tense and I couldn't completely relax for a while.
Although Moody had retired a long time ago, he knew a lot of Aurors and had life-threatening friendships with many of them. Even though some people thought he was crazy now, no one could deny that Moody was still the best Auror.
There are still many Moody's admirers in the Ministry of Magic. Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, has a high opinion of him.
So if Moody wanted to find out the news, I believe those people would not hide anything from him.
Wade snapped his fingers, and soon the door was pushed open a crack, and a small puppet crawled in from the door and climbed onto Wade's pillow.
"Master, what do you want?" Ali asked, looking up.
Wade placed the little puppet in his palm and whispered, "Go and help me listen to what Mr. Moody and my parents said. Tell me when you come back."
"Okay." Ali nodded, jumped down from his hand, landed silently on the ground, and then slipped out through the crack in the door.
Wade rubbed his forehead. He had used [Flame God] twice in a short period of time and had not had a good rest. At this moment, he felt his body shaking just by standing.
He simply took out a bottle of tranquilizer and drank it all. As soon as he lay down, he quickly fell into a deep sleep state of complete relaxation.
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Ali closed the door quietly, then slid down the handrail of the stairs directly to the first floor. At this time, the Gray couple were bringing Moody in. The little puppet jumped onto the table and diligently helped to serve tea and water.
Dobby was busy in the kitchen, and the house was filled with the aroma of beef pie.
"Look, what happened last night has been reported in the Daily Prophet. These reporters are faster than the Golden Snitch."
Ferdinand held a newly delivered newspaper in his hand and unfolded it for Moody to see.
Fiona came close to him, looked at the words and black-and-white photos on the newspaper, and subconsciously read out the contents:
"Dark magic attacks occurred at the Quidditch World Cup, and the Witch Party unexpectedly intervened... The Ministry of Magic confirmed that this was a premeditated dark magic curse... At least 17 people were killed and more than were injured... This was an appalling and vicious incident..." "When the attack occurred, the Ministry of Magic panicked and did almost nothing... As for the forest curse incident, it can be confirmed that the Ministry of Magic's intelligence network did not receive any early warning, and no effective measures were taken at the time of the incident..."
"Ms. Umbridge, the spokesperson for the Ministry of Magic, said that the attack is still under investigation and the possibility that some dark wizards staged the attack cannot be ruled out... The criminals have not been caught and the dark wizards are still at large... The performance of the Ministry of Magic is disappointing... It brings shame to the country..."
"The cursed mascot cannot be restored in a short time... Bulgaria and Ireland filed a claim against the British Ministry of Magic... Minister Fudge said that he would not give up on holding the two parties accountable... The two sides came to blows during the argument..."
Moody sneered when he heard this, and Ferdinand sighed helplessly and put down the newspaper.
"What's wrong? I haven't finished reading it yet!"
Fiona picked up the newspaper and sat aside to continue reading.
Then she discovered that the second half of the news was all about discussing who should bear the greatest responsibility for the incident. There was also a picture of Fudge being beaten until his nose was bleeding, and a short, fat witch who looked like a toad was jumping up and down next to him, anxiously trying to wipe the blood off his face.
Perhaps the image in the photo was braver than the real person, because Fiona saw the fat witch suddenly jump up and press on Fudge, then wiped his nosebleed with a handkerchief.
She couldn't help but laugh, and suddenly felt something was wrong - what about the follow-up investigation? What about the Ministry's actions? Even if they couldn't catch the person, what preventive measures would they take next? Would they warn the public?
But this report is over.
Fiona turned the page and was greeted by the scene of Krum catching the Golden Snitch, and then the whole article was a report on the Quidditch match.
Turn the page again - Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch stars, broomstick ads...
Dobby snapped his fingers, causing breakfast to appear on the table, and then busily began to clean the stove.
Moody and Ferdinand seemed to have guessed what the subsequent reports would be about, and they paid no attention to them at all.
"This is a special situation, and the Ministry of Magic was caught off guard." Moody took out an old hip flask from his arms, took a sip, and then said, "But don't even think about what they can do in the future."
Ferdinand's voice was low: "I just hope they don't release the Dementors again."
"No, Fudge has something important to do. He hopes that people will forget about this incident as soon as possible." Moody sneered, "But unfortunately, those hyena-like reporters will never let the Ministry of Magic off easily this time."
"What do you think caused this incident?" Ferdinand asked, "Did Grindelwald's men really carry out the attack on purpose to show their strength?"
"As much as I hate those guys, there's no doubt that the papers are full of nonsense."
Moody stuck the knife in the pie and said, "If Grindelwald directed and acted out the whole thing himself, there wouldn't be a second attack - he would have let the forest rush into the stadium directly, causing countless casualties before coming as the savior! Instead of secretly dealing with the demonized trees outside the stadium."
"But..." Ferdinand frowned and said, "They got the news in advance, but they didn't inform the Ministry of Magic to take precautions. They just went ahead and attacked on their own... Grindelwald can't really become a selfless saint, right?"
"of course not."
Moody laughed at his statement, and the scar on his face twisted and deformed.
"You saw the magic, too, Ferdinand. It was such a terrible spell, and it didn't come from Grindelwald, but from the young man standing next to him."
Moody's face couldn't help but darken, as if he was recalling what he saw in the mirror, and he subconsciously took another sip of the liquor.
He said with a serious expression: "In fact, I have heard a rumor before... a rumor... It is said that Grindelwald found an heir for himself..."
(End of this chapter)