Moody had spent most of his life fighting evil Dark wizards; it could be said that no one understood their behavioral patterns better than he did.
Since they had not shown themselves even after the event had officially begun, they had to be plotting something even more terrifying.
If he were a Death Eater lurking within the school, he would definitely strike when everyone's attention had been diverted—when the Champions reached Merfolk Village and began rescuing the hostages.
Vincent plucked out one of his hairs and dropped it into the Polyjuice Potion.
Hermione gave it a few gentle shakes. The thick, mud-like liquid gradually lightened in color, its smell becoming fresh and pleasant, rather like orange soda. It even gave off a miraculous golden glow.
Such a rare change surprised Moody slightly. "All right, the Champions are still a long way from the bottom of the lake. By my calculations, we only have ten minutes."
"More than enough."
The temporary toilets beneath the stands were rather rudimentary, but they were fairly clean inside and free of any unpleasant odors.
Vincent opened each stall one by one. Only after confirming that no one was inside did he call Hermione in.
The two entered the last stall, and moments later, two Vincents emerged.
Although they looked identical and wore the same clothes, their expressions, mannerisms, and bearing were vastly different.
"The potion only lasts an hour." They each set a timer on their Magical Communicators.
One of the Vincents took out a Gunblade and a pair of Flying Boots from the Flamel Ring. "Take these, just in case."
With that, he raised a hand, and his entire body gradually vanished into the air.
The other Vincent—Hermione—walked over to the mirror and lightly patted her cheeks.
In this world, aside from Mr. and