Chapter 186 The Mysterious Guest

In the darkness, a figure kept swaying back and forth in the Potions professor's office, as if searching for something.

Although the other party had already paid attention, but time was running out after all, Snape's potion storage cabinet and material box were turned into a mess.

"Looking for what? Polyjuice Potion?"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind the desk behind the man, making him tremble with fright.

"Avada Kedavra!"

With the sound of "哗啦", a teacup was hit by green light, and suddenly turned into a cloud of powder in mid-air. Behind the desk, a white hand waved casually, slightly dispelling the powder mist.

"Barty Crouch Jr., isn't it?" The voice sounded again, with a hint of laziness in his calmness, "Why, why didn't you come to find me at Hogwarts? What are you hiding?"

"Maka McClain..."

There was no light in the room, and the two of them were hiding in the darkness, and they couldn't even see their faces clearly.

"Hmph..." Little Barty smiled evilly, but he clenched the wand in his hand a little tighter, "As expected of the wizard that Lord Dark Lord often mentions...even Dumbledore didn't find me, but you Can stay here accurately..."

"Stop talking nonsense, are you all ready?" Maca said in an impatient tone, "The Dark Lord should have told you the plan, but look, the first event has passed ... If I don't come to you, are you planning to carry it out by yourself?"

"That's what Lord Dark Lord meant too... Hiss..." Little Barty grinned, sticking out his tongue like a snake, "This plan is very important to Lord Dark Lord, and there cannot be any Mistakes...do you understand?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

In the pitch-dark environment, a sharp invisible blade flashed by Barty Crouch Jr.'s ear. He was startled at first, retracted his head and touched his ear, and the belated tingling suddenly spread.

"You—" He lowered his voice and roared angrily.

"I think I have to warn you first... If you dare to delay my plan, I will let you experience soul magic that is more terrifying than the Cruciatus Curse."

Before the words fell, a black mist skull rushed towards Barty Crouch Jr. at an extremely fast speed.

He couldn't understand why he could clearly "see" that black skull in the dark. All he knew was that the skull's speed was astonishingly fast, and it appeared so suddenly that he had no time to dodge it.

Immediately afterwards, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then there was a pain in his body that made him almost crazy.

That feeling is very similar to the pain when being punished by one's own master with the Cruciatus Curse, but unlike the Cruciatus Curse, this pain comes very quickly, as if the power of the Cruciatus Curse has been activated to the maximum all at once.

He could even feel that his soul was being pushed out of his body by that black skull...

"Isn't this kind of magic fascinating?"

Maca waved his wand, and the skull turned into black mist and dispersed again. He was still sitting on the armchair behind the desk, and said in a calm tone: "It's not like the Cruciatus Curse, which will cause permanent soul damage after a long time-as long as I control the intensity, it can continue until I The mana is exhausted."

"Well, isn't it cool?" He paused, and then said to himself, "Anyway, I think it's cool..."

Little Barty didn't have the strength to speak anymore. He half-kneeled on the cold floor, panting heavily, but his mind was exceptionally clear.

"The compound decoction is on the bottom shelf of the penultimate cabinet, the biggest bottle..." Maca said suddenly, "Keep what should be kept, take what should be taken away, and then return to where it came from." go."

"……I see."

Little Barty spoke weakly, honestly picked up a certain potion bottle from the cabinet, then took out an envelope from his pocket, and carefully placed it on the desk.

"Then I'll go first..."

Maca didn't make a sound, and Barty Jr. didn't care—now he just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, away from this guy who was as fearsome as the Dark Lord in front of him.

"correct……"

Little Barty froze all over, and froze in place with his mouth half-opened.

"From now on, you are not allowed to stick out your tongue in front of me," Maca's voice was lazier at the beginning, but what he said made Barty's back chill, "If you stick it out again, I will Keep your mouth open for the rest of your life."

"……Yes."

He quickly closed his mouth and left the office as if fleeing.

But little Barty didn't know that at the moment he just closed the door, another person came out from the inner room of the office.

"Are you really planning to cooperate with the mysterious person now?" A slippery and frivolous voice suddenly sounded.

"What I did just now is what you are going to do." Maca didn't look back, he just spread his hands and said casually, "To be honest, I thought you wouldn't respond to my invitation. After all, you know , the nearest Hogwarts is dangerous."

"I'm much more courageous now than before." The man smiled, "Besides, it's a rare opportunity to show off my skills, and I don't want to miss it!"

"I'm still wondering if you have had such a good time in the Muggle world that you don't even want to go back to the wizarding world..." Maca said relaxedly, "I heard that you are now a Muggle." Ser Gua - that's not often seen among wizards."

"I can't hang out with Muggles all the time, it's too boring..." He looked very proud, and said in a brisk tone, "I took advantage of this time to exercise my magic skills. Now, I'm Need a wonderful adventure fraught with danger!"

"Then it's up to you," Maca nodded, "Let's not mention your magic level, at least I can trust your acting skills... Hold this, before the second project of the final match begins, Get used to it first!"

"how about you?"

Maca didn't say anything more, because there seemed to be some movement outside - the sound was a little far away from here, but it was very obvious in the silent night.

"You go first! Professor Snape will be back soon..." He waved his hands and said, "I've already prepared the script for you, and when the time comes, you just need to finish your play well, and the script will belong to you." is you."

"no problem!"

The man patted his chest and quickly opened the door and left.

On the other side, on one of the stairs where the noise had just been made, Filch was shouting angrily.

"What are you talking about here? Do you want to wake up everyone in the castle? I must catch you, Peeves, I want to catch you, you... Hey, what is this?"

Filch stopped in his tracks.

There was a soft click, the sound of mechanisms snapping together—Filch picked up a box and he closed it.

"The casket?" Filch whispered at the foot of the stairs. "My precious cat! Here's a clue to the Triwizard Tournament! Belongs to one of the school's . . . who's?"

"Peves!" Filch exclaimed joyfully. "You stole!"

His terrible, saggy face, with his pale, piercing eyes, stared upward. It was a dark, empty staircase.

"It's hiding, isn't it?" he whispered. "I'm coming for you, Peeves... you stole the clues to the Triwizard Tournament, Peeves... Dumbledore won't take it lightly this time." Forgive me, you dirty, sneaky, mischievous bastard..."

Filch began to climb the stairs, followed by his scrawny, dull gray cat.

It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat—it was very intelligent, and it was staring at Filch's front, as if it had discovered something.

"Filch? What happened?"

Filch stopped and turned away.

There was a man standing at the bottom of the stairs...that was Snape. He is now wearing a gray nightshirt and a pair of muddy boots.

It's just that the trousers of his pajamas seem to be too long, and it's hard for people to see what kind of shoes he's wearing.

"It's Peeves, Professor," Filch whispered viciously, "and he threw the box down the stairs."

Snape hurried upstairs and stopped beside Filch.

"Peeves?" Snape whispered, eyes fixed on the box in Filch's hand, "This is Potter's..."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and looked around sharply, with a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Professor, what are you doing here?"

"Of course not," Snape said sharply, "I just heard a bang, bang, and a scream—"

"Yes, Professor, that was the sound of the casket falling—"

"I'll come over and investigate—"

"—Peves threw it, Professor!"

Filch kept talking, which made Snape click his tongue impatiently.

"Okay..." he said unhappily, "I'm going to the office, you can keep looking, if—"

pedal, pedal, pedal...

An unpleasant sound of knocking on wood made Snape stop abruptly.

Both he and Filch were looking down at the bottom of the stairs, and it wasn't long before Mad-Eye Moody limped into view. Moody wore his old traveling cloak over his nightshirt and used his cane as usual.

"Pajama party, huh?" he said gruffly up the stairs.

"Professor Snape and I heard voices, Professor," said Filch at once. "It's Peeves, a prankster, throwing things around as usual—"

Moody took another step towards the stairs, his magical eye swept across Snape, and then, without a doubt, landed somewhere beside the stairs.

Suddenly, his incomplete eyebrows twitched slightly.