Su Er left the Headmaster's Office, chewing the candied fruit he had taken from there. Some of its sweetness flowed into his stomach, while some turned into pleasurable dopamine that surged through him.
The conversation had not ended as soon as Su Er accepted the phoenix feather. He and Dumbledore had discussed a few other things as well.
For instance, the safety of the real Professor Moody, whose wooden leg had been removed, whose wand had been stolen, and whose eye had even been gouged out.
Dumbledore's exact words had been as follows.
"You should know something about Polyjuice Potion, shouldn't you? As far as I know, your little girlfriend, Miss Granger, once used it."
Ah, sure enough, Old Bumblebee knew everything that happened in the Castle.
"When brewing Polyjuice Potion, you need to add a part of the target's body. If the target has died, the potion will lose its effect as well. So I believe Alastor should be quite safe at present."
At this point, Dumbledore had cracked a terrible joke and chuckled like a child.
"Only, when Mr. Crouch is exposed, we shall need to have a bottle of powerful hair-growing potion ready for Mr. Moody."
"A simple potion like that shouldn't pose any difficulty for you, should it, Su Er?"
"Alastor should be very pleased to receive a potion you brewed yourself."
What could Su Er do? He could only nod. Hair-growing potion was indeed a very simple potion, but...
"Why would Professor Moody be pleased?"
"Ah, I do happen to know a little about that." Dumbledore cheerfully popped one of the few remaining pieces of candied fruit into his mouth. "Alastor and your father were very close. As far as I know, your father once asked Alastor to be your godfather, but Alastor refused..."
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