Late at night, the Defence Against the Dark Arts office was still brightly lit. Fake Moody was staring intently at the potion bubbling like mud in the cauldron before him, carrying out the final preparations.
He poured the Polyjuice Potion into his curved flask, then dropped a small lock of Mad-Eye Moody's hair into it. After gently shaking it a few times, he raised it to his lips and took a small sip. Then he gave his body a slight shudder, closed his eyes, and waited for the potion to take effect.
"This whole cauldron of Polyjuice Potion should last until the end of the term," Fake Moody muttered. "But I ought to be leaving soon. Next..."
How to complete the important task the Dark Lord had given him was the question Fake Moody—or rather, Little Barty—needed to consider first.
Honestly, taking Harry away would be easy. But taking Harry Potter away without a sound under Dumbledore's nose would not be.
Dumbledore was no fool. Secretly taking Harry away would definitely not stay hidden, though Little Barty did not need to keep it hidden from Dumbledore for long.
Half an hour should be enough for Voldemort to return completely.
This should have been a relatively simple matter. The maze for the Third Task was large enough that the Champions had no chance of finding the trophy placed at the Center of the Maze in a short time.
Before the task ended, even if Harry Potter disappeared during the competition, Dumbledore would not notice. But... the appearance of that Mudblood had made the situation extremely troublesome.
Perhaps he would only need fifteen minutes at most—maybe even less.
Little Barty had never doubted Albert Anderson's abilities. Especially after seeing someone riding a broom and surveying the maze from the sky, he realised