The second to enter was a Hufflepuff student known for his integrity and diligence.
Moody's question was even trickier:
"You and a companion are surrounded by Death Eaters, and only one of you can survive. He begs you to kill him, then escape using a Disillusionment Charm. What do you do?"
"I... I'd never abandon my companion!"
The Hufflepuff student's face flushed as he answered passionately.
"We'd fight side by side until the very end!"
"Foolish sentimentality."
Moody gave a contemptuous snort.
"That means both of you die, and the Dark Lord remains unscathed.
We need observers who can bring intelligence back, not martyrs ready to share a grave. Next."
And so, with one sharp, unconventional question after another, Moody eliminated several candidates who had excellent grades and considerable prestige among the students.
Some students even suspected that this Academic Affairs Office Deputy Director was Professor Holmes in disguise.
The atmosphere in the office grew increasingly oppressive.
Hermione Granger walked in.
She was not as nervous as the others. She simply looked calmly at Moody, scrutiny in her intelligent eyes.
Moody looked at her, and a wave of disgust rose within him.
This Mudblood was too clever, too perceptive-the biggest unpredictable factor in the entire plan.
He had to get her out of the picture completely, in front of everyone, with a reason she could not refute.
"Miss Granger," he said, his voice just loud enough for everyone queuing outside to hear clearly.
"I admire your intelligence, but you cannot join."
"Why?"
Hermione frowned.
"Do I lack practical experience? Or are my instincts not sharp enough?"
"No, neither."
Moody stood and limped over to Hermione, a touch of feigned regret in his voice.
"Quite the opposite. You're too outstanding. But your judgment cannot remain absolutely neutral."
"I don't understand what