Mad-Eye Moody Hanging Upside Down in Midair

However, black stockings were not the main reason.

The important thing is that he doesn't want Hermione to become curious about the kitchen and thus find out about the House-elf working in it.

And then they start some kind of Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.

The Ministry of Magic already had House-elf Relocation Office.

This department is responsible for the placement and re-placement of House-elf.

The treatment of House-elf, and whether they are mistreated, is theoretically under the jurisdiction of this department.

Newt Scamander also worked in the Ministry of Magic for two years after joining the ministry.

He described the past two years as "extremely boring" because the job involved almost nothing to do, and all he could do at work was drink tea.

House-elf are extremely useful magical slaves, and almost no Pure-blood families would release them.

They themselves were servile to the core, finding pleasure in serving the wizards.

Freedom is hell for them.

Therefore, only when a Pure-blood families falls into decline will they use House-elf Relocation Office for trading. They ostensibly release the elves, but in reality, they buy and sell them, taking a cut of the office's value. Any transaction not handled by them is considered illegal.

Of course, this is only a theoretical operation.

Due to the existence of Goblin and other intelligent magical races, and to maintain the dignity of the Ministry of Magic, House-elf also have human rights.

The Ministry of Magic cannot deny the legitimacy of a transaction as long as the individuals claim to be willingly following someone.

Otherwise, this would mean that House-elf are slaves, and that slavery still exists in the British Wizarding World.

It's easy to get House-elf to claim they're willing, as they are incredibly loyal to their owners.

Even after being released, unless it finds a new master, it will always think about returning to its master's side.

If the former owner simply commands the House-elf to voluntarily follow the buyer, the House-elf will naturally say that it is voluntary.

This situation is the real reason why Newt had nothing to do when he House-elf Relocation Office.

House-elf don't want freedom.

Do you not see that Dobby believes that once he is free, he can find any job he wants, and no wizard will dare to cause him trouble?

Therefore, instead of wasting time encouraging House-elf to liberate themselves, it would be better to join this department after graduation to address the issue of House-elf and prevent them from being abused.

Even if we fail, we won't lose out.

He's a freeloader, does nothing, and has a decent salary in the office. If it weren't for Newt's heroic deeds back then, he wouldn't have gotten this job.

Thinking this, Basil quickened his pace.

"Hey! Slow down, I can't finish eating." Ron sandwiched sausage and eggs between slices of toast, then ran after him, devouring the food.

Although he was saying this, he did not stop swallowing.

Harry had to slow down and carefully hand over the milk jug, saying, "Be careful not to choke."

And so, just as Ron drank the last sip of milk, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher arrived.

Hermione quickly pulled Basil to sit in the front row.

Ron, who was patting his belly with satisfaction like a pregnant woman, suddenly lost that sense of satisfaction that was close to that of a mother, and his face slumped down.

The same goes for Harry.

The two had no choice but to sit in the first row in the middle, under Hermione's warning gaze.

They each took out their copy of "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense".

Ten minutes later, there were still twenty minutes left before class started.

Many students have gradually entered the classroom.

Among them are Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle.

This time, however, they didn't have time to provoke Harry.

The three of them walked straight to the last row on the left, which was still empty, took out books, and tried to cover their faces.

But Crabbe and Goyle clearly wasted their efforts.

Ravenclaw's Michael Conner looked disgusted and quickly changed seats.

Crabbe's father had a face that was exactly like Crabbe's, making it hard for anyone to look at Crabbe.

And Crabbe is like that.

Around the world, Fudge, who licked Crabbe Sr.'s excrement, is now even more outrageous.

Inside the Minister's Office.

Fudge was panting heavily; even now, he couldn't forget that bitter, salty taste.

And Crabbe Sr.'s fat face.

In the dead of night, the strange looks and whispers of those around him haunted him.

Even if he slaughtered those Death Eater and amassed a large sum of Galleons as a result, it could not compensate for his mental anguish.

Most importantly, his orders were increasingly being disregarded by others.

His position, the seat of Minister for Magic.

"Umbridge! Are you laughing at me?!"

Fudge roared, spitting all over Umbridge's face.

But she dared not close her eyes and could only endure it with a fake smile.

He lowered his head and said meekly, "I'm wondering if this is a conspiracy."

"You think about those Death Eaters—"

"What Death Eater?" Fudge's face darkened.

"Ah, I meant the respectable people, especially the Malfoy family," Umbridge quickly corrected herself, "With their magical abilities, who could easily subdue them without alerting anyone?"

"You mean," Fudge's face darkened further, "Albus Dumbledore."

Umbridge shut her mouth; there was no need for her to add anything further.

All she needed to do was listen.

"Yes, it can only be him."

"Who wouldn't want to be a minister?"

"It's simply because they see me as easy to control and are reluctant to give up the position of Hogwarts Headmaster, which has more influence than that of a minister."

"This is just a warning. A warning that I've gotten too close to the Death Eater."

"While showcasing his strength, he also created a rift between me and Malfoy and the others."

"Albus Dumbledore!"

This time, Fudge's voice trembled, and his face turned red with anger.

"Umbridge!" He looked up instantly.

The look in his eyes startled Umbridge; it contained a venomous hatred and boundless rage that seemed to want to devour him alive.

Fudge took a deep breath and regained his usual amiable expression. "Dolores, could you keep an eye on Headmaster Dumbledore for me? The Triwizard Tournament is prone to mishaps, and Dumbledore is getting on in years."

"Yes!" Umbridge's affected voice betrayed her barely concealed joy.

That would fulfill her dream of becoming the Hogwarts Headmaster.

Basil paid no attention to what was happening here.

However, he wouldn't be surprised if he knew.

They dare to target Dumbledore simply because Dumbledore is a good person.

The reason they dare not target Crabbe Sr., who is like the Malfoy family and Benedictines in the second tier of the Death Eater, is because they are Death Eater, and if pushed too far, they will really kill and resort to dirty tricks.

Moreover, the movie version of Gibbon was even bolder.

In the novel version, Fudge only dared to approach Lucius Malfoy and accept political donations from him after breaking with Dumbledore.

In the movie version, Fudge openly and honestly invites Lucius Malfoy and his family to watch the game, and even provides them with a private box.

In fact, you can see this from the differences between the novel version of Arthur and the movie version.

In the novel version, Arthur dares to directly beat up Lucius when his family is ridiculed.

In the movie version, however, he forces a smile and only dares to glare at Lucius Malfoy without saying a word.

There's also the movie version where Lucius Malfoy dares to openly attack Harry with his cane and recite the most dangerous Unforgivable Curses, Avada Kedavra, in front of the Harry 'Headmaster's Office.

It can only be said that the Lucius Malfoy in the movie version had already been in cahoots with Fudge, which gave him such confidence.

The movie version of Dumbledore appears to be short-tempered, but he is also more 'cowardly'.

He was afraid of power and dared not touch anything in the Ministry of Magic, even the parts that he could influence within the normal scope of his Ministry of Magic as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.

This forced Arthur Weasley to endure the situation and not dare to offend the Minister for Magic guest in order to work and support his family.

However, even though Basil witnessed everything that happened in the Minister of Ministry of Magic's Minister's Office, he had no time to pay attention.

Because 'Moody's' distinctive thumping footsteps came down the corridor.

Compared to Fudge and Umbridge, who can be defeated with a single Killing Curse now.

Barty Crouch Jr., with his Doctor Who face and love for making funny faces, is still more interesting.

After Barty Crouch Jr.. can no longer see through him with his Magic Eyes, will he take the initiative to target him?

He'd been wanting to use this as an excuse to lash out for a long time!

He was already tired of the comfortable campus life where no one dared to offend him.

In the previous world, it was because Dumbledore was his brother-in-law that he had to give him face.

There were also various other miscellaneous reasons, such as those from Professor McGonagall.

But this world.

Hmm. Should I just give him a Cruciatus Curse, or turn him into a weasel?

Basil the fly rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with anticipation.

However, not everyone is like Basil.

Ron now regrets sitting in the front row.

This allowed me to see Mad-Eye Moody's face so clearly and smell his strong scent.

I almost vomited the mixture of the sandwich and milk I had just eaten.

Harry's nostrils flared; Moody seemed to have a scent that he recognized.

But upon closer inspection, he could smell nothing but body odor and a hint of alcohol.

"Alastor Moody, a former Auror, is dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic."

Amidst the disappointed gazes of Basil and the awe-inspiring looks of others, Moody casually remarked on his anti-government statements.

"Your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"I came here because Dumbledore invited me to teach, that's all, nothing else."

What followed was exactly as depicted in the movie.

The Three Unforgivable Curses are mentioned.

Ask questions.

He reprimanded Seamus as before.

When asked what the three unforgivable sins are, Ron answered with the Killing Curse, then enlarged the spider and controlled it with the Killing Curse.

With the girls in the classroom mostly focused on Basil, Moody ignored him completely.

Even when Basil deliberately looked back provocatively, it remained the same.

The only difference is that 'Moody' spared Draco, transferring the spider to Crabbe's face and adding sarcasm, "Squeeze your ass tight, it's not Fudge's face down there."

Crabbe's face turned red, and Draco and Goyle also lowered their heads.

"Many wizards," Moody said, looking directly at Draco and the others, "Claim that they obey the Mystic because they are under the Killing Curse. But the problem is, how do we know who is lying?"

At this moment, everyone else in the classroom looked at them, including Pansy, Hannah, Susan, and others who had been staring at Basil's face.

They all recalled what happened at the World Cup, those faces exposed to everyone.

Without exception, they all claimed to be under the Killing Curse.

"I think you all know the answer by now," Moody laughed heartily.

He laughed for a long time, until Draco and the other two were almost crawling under the table, before he finally smacked his lips.

Reluctantly continuing the lesson, "Who else? I mean the other two of the Unforgivable Curses, come on."

"Some people in the classroom should know this very well."

Almost everyone assumed that Moody was referring to Draco and the other two.

But Basil noticed that the blue pupil of the demon eye was pointing directly at Neville.

Among the four people who tormented Neville's parents was Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch Jr.

As the murderer, he seemed extremely excited to see the face of the victim's son that resembled his.

'That's disgusting, they've even raised the flag.' Basil frowned.

The slight liking I had for Doctor Who's face vanished instantly.

'Hurry up and demonstrate the Cruciatus Curse, then I can use Neville and Hermione as an excuse to teach you a lesson.'

A bad orange is a bad orange.

Neville obediently raised his hand, but it wasn't even halfway up.

Moody couldn't wait any longer, "Your name is Lumbaton, stand up."

His voice was filled with suppressed excitement.

The smell was already bothering him, and Harry, who was sitting in the front row very close to 'Moody,' frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

After being with Ron, her long-buried sensitivity to other people's emotions, which she had developed since childhood, seemed to resurface.

At this moment, 'Moody' wasn't paying attention to Harry; his normal eyes were looking across the entire classroom.

The demonic eye, however, gazed at his perfect creation with almost greedy eyes.

His cowardice, every timid little expression, made every nerve in his body feel as if it were being massaged.

"Teacher Sprout told me that you have a great talent for Herbology."

He didn't realize that he had revealed his unusual interest in Neville.

He doesn't need to pay attention.

Neville's parents were both Auror and members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Like Moody's.

This excessive attention is not superfluous.

Encouraged, Neville raised his voice slightly, "There's also a spell called the Cruciatus Curse."

"Correct, correct, come, come." Moody quickly ushered Neville onto the stage.

He wanted to observe his expression up close.

"Extremely dangerous."

"A torturous spell."

The wand seemed to sense its master's excitement and trembled as it aimed at the spider.

"Cruciatus Curse!"

Immediately, the spider's legs began to tremble violently.

A piercing squeak sounded.

Neville's expression also began to contort, as if he were the one under a curse.

"Stop! Can't you see how much pain Neville is in?! Stop!" Hermione shouted, while Hannah behind her was equally concerned and distressed.

'Moody' wakes up with a start: Oh no, I forgot I'm still playing Moody.

He quickly tried to stop the spell and retrieve his wand.

But it was too late.

Basil stood up, and a bright light flashed.

Moody was hanging upside down in mid-air, the bottle in his arms fell, and the liquid inside spilled all over the ground, flowing down to Harry's legs.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear Hermione?" Basil laughed gleefully.

Haha! I've finally vented, but it's a pity I can't use the Cruciatus Curse.