London.
Mad-Eye Moody had little trouble finding the office building's restroom.
He found the naked man still "fast asleep" on the floor and crouched down with some effort.
He adjusted his artificial leg so he could get a better look at the unconscious man's hair.
His magical eye carefully examined the man before him.
Closely and thoroughly.
There was a bit of stubble, freshly shaved. Polyjuice Potion, or some other kind of curse?
He continued searching the man carefully, even lying down and pressing close to his body to inspect the details. He sniffed at him with his not particularly sensitive nose.
The Hit Wizards behind him twitched slightly.
Only one of them, a newly recruited Auror, watched everything intently, carefully committing Mad-Eye Moody's actions to memory.
"Polyjuice Potion. A few insignificant little tricks."
After a while, Mad-Eye Moody got to his feet and muttered.
He had seen plenty of scenes like this back when he was hunting Death Eaters.
Many Death Eaters did more than use Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as other people and escape.
They had plenty of other strange tricks, too.
Many of them were things no one had ever heard of or seen before.
Even so, Mad-Eye Moody had found them all and thrown them into Azkaban.
But a Werewolf who could cast magic, was loyal to the Dark Lord, and could use Polyjuice Potion?
Moody had never encountered that combination before.
"A group job. Looks like those little devils are acting up again. Time to give them a good knock."
Mad-Eye Moody continued talking to himself. He wasn't speaking to communicate with anyone.
He spoke simply because he wanted to.
After examining the scene, he struggled to his feet again and planted his artificial leg firmly before drawing his wand.
When he pulled out