280. Chapter 273: I Don't Even Know How I Could Lose! (Daily 10,000 Words Today; Making Up for the Leave of Absence on the 18th)

Listening to Professor Dumbledore, Professor Moody looked utterly skeptical.

"Albus, my old friend, are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brain?"

"Have you eaten so much honey that it's coated your brain?"

He gave a cold laugh and tapped his temple.

"Once a dog eats shit, it never forgets the taste! Once they've had a taste of it, those Death Eater bastards will never forget it!"

"Perhaps Snape is just very good at pretending! Don't forget, the evidence you've seen could be fabricated too!"

Professor Dumbledore's expression remained perfectly calm.

"Alastor, I think you can understand that there are some things that can never be faked. The most genuine human emotions, for instance."

"Friendship, and... love!"

"Hmph!" Moody gave another cold laugh.

"I won't deny your theory, and I believe that love and friendship have always been among the most powerful forms of magic."

"After all, a spell can only reach its full potential when it's cast with genuine feeling."

"But I still have to point out that the strength of love and friendship has nothing to do with whether they're genuine! The love and friendship you saw could have been faked!"

"Look at my eye, look at my leg, then look at all the scars on my body!"

As he spoke, Professor Moody stood up and rapped on his wooden leg.

"Do you remember how I lost this leg? It was Skola Wilkes's handiwork!"

"He was Snape's classmate and close friend, and a talented Auror hailed as the rising star of the department!"

"What did he say when he first joined the Ministry of Magic? He swore to everyone that he would uphold the honor of the Pure-bloods and never fall into the darkness brought by Voldemort and Dark Magic like everyone else!"

"And what happened? I'm sure