After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Barty Crouch had a stern face, and because he always had this expression on his face, it was impossible to tell whether he was angry about being interrupted or not.

"After careful consideration, and for the safety of the students themselves, the Ministry of Magic has decided that students under the age of 17 are not allowed to register for the Triwizard Tournament..."

"Ah, why is that? I still want to sign up."

"It's too much!"

"That's just bullshit!"

"This is not fair!"

"Protest! Protest!"

"..."

"Quiet!" Dumbledore said in a loud voice. "It seems that everyone is not very happy with this rule."

He waved his wand at his side, and a brass cup about half a person's height appeared next to him.

Perhaps because it is very old, the brass does not look gray or bald.

Suddenly, a blue flame rose from the mouth of the cup. The flame moved without wind, illuminating the cup below it a little.

"This is the Goblet of Fire. Students who wish to participate in the Triwizard Tournament need only write their names on a piece of parchment and throw it into the flames before Sunday evening.

Please consider carefully before submitting.

Once you choose, you can't regret it.

The Triwizard Tournament has begun.”

The students present seemed to be intimidated by him and stopped complaining about the age limit he had just mentioned.

However, many people, such as the Weasley twins, have been secretly thinking of using some tricks to submit their names into the Goblet of Fire.

"Finally, I would like to introduce someone to you. He is the guest professor of Hogwarts this school year and the elite Auror of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Alastor Moody!"

The applause was sparse. People are visual animals, and none of the witches in fairy tales look as scary as Moody, which made it difficult for everyone to welcome him enthusiastically.

"What do guest professors teach?" someone asked.

"Professor Moody will not teach a specific course. His role is to protect everyone's safety. As you know, the Triwizard Tournament is important, and the students of the three schools are more important.

I believe everyone has heard about what happened in the World Cup final.

Professor Moody is an experienced Auror, he will teach you some combat skills from time to time..."

"Excuse me, Headmaster Dumbledore. We have all heard of Alastor Moody, and I know he has done many heroic deeds. But he is old now, and his legs are not very flexible. If you want someone to help keep everyone safe at Hogwarts, you can find those young and promising Aurors."

The speaker was Theodore Nott of Slytherin.

None of the other students refuted him. After all, everyone thought what he said was right.

Alastor Moody now looked like the kind of man who was going to fall flat on his face.

Putting aside the fact that he looks scary, at his age and in his physical condition, shouldn't he retire and go home to enjoy his retirement?

Moody poked the ground with his cane and took a few steps towards the Slytherin table, one 1.7 meter step at a time and one 1.5 meter step at a time.

"Boy, are you saying that I'm old and useless?!" Moody grinned with a terrifying smile, "Then why are you afraid of me? Isn't your hand tightly holding your wand in your sleeve?"

Theodore pretended to be panicked: "How did you know?"

Moody was very proud: "Do you think my magic eye is just a decoration? Not only can it see through ordinary clothes like you, but even the invisibility cloak is useless in front of me! No one can escape from me!"

Theodore did show a look of horror just as Moody had expected. He even took a big step back in panic and knocked over the chair he had just been sitting on.

The wand that was originally hidden in the sleeve was now taken out openly and pointed directly at Moody.

"You are so filthy, yet you are so proud of yourself!" Theodore was furious, "You said that your magic eyes can see through even invisible cloaks, so it's no problem for you to see through my clothes.

This means that you, an old man, are always peeking at other people's naked bodies anytime and anywhere!

How despicable! How shameless!

How could someone like you be allowed into Hogwarts? What on earth is Headmaster Dumbledore thinking?!"

This sudden change left everyone stunned.

After a few seconds of silence, the auditorium erupted into waves of screams.

It wasn't just the little witches who screamed. The boys also said that they couldn't accept being seen naked by an old pervert! !

"Everyone calm down!" Dumbledore stepped forward again to maintain order. "Alastor and I have been friends for many years. He is not that kind of person. I asked him to come to Hogwarts to help protect everyone..."

"But what's the use of your promise, Mr. Headmaster?" Yang Mei looked at Dumbledore with pity, "Facts speak louder than words. He was the first to see through Theodore's clothes, and he also said in person how useful his magic eyes are.

Did we ask him to say this? Did we put a knife to his neck and force him to say this?

You have been good friends with such a person for many years. Is this something worth showing off?"

"Yes, Alastor's magic eye can indeed see through all objects, but he would never use it to peek at others all the time!" Dumbledore grabbed his white beard in annoyance. He felt that he did not use much force, but he still grabbed a lot of it.

"Alastor has been an Auror at the Ministry of Magic for many years. Could it be possible that all these scars on his body are fake? They are all proof of his fight against evil forces! Half of the criminals in Azkaban were arrested by him personally!"

Moody, the person involved, didn't dare to say a word at this time. It was all thanks to Dumbledore who stood in front of him and "charged into battle" for him.

"What do his scars prove? They prove that he is incompetent!

So what if he caught so many criminals? Maybe those people saw through his dirty nature, so he turned the tables on them and put them in Azkaban.

As for whether he would use his magic eyes to spy on others all the time, you are not him, so how can you make such a guarantee? Do you think he dares to say so?

Theodore didn't agree to let him watch it just now, why did he watch it? ! "

As soon as Yang Mei finished speaking, Theodore raised his wand with a look of grief and anger on his face, as if he couldn't wait to send an Avada to that dirty old bitch.

“Although this person entered the auditorium not long ago, I don’t believe that he only saw through my clothes.

I am a grown man, and I am not afraid of him looking at me. He has such an ugly body, and he should feel ashamed when he sees me!

But there are so many women present, especially the guests who came from as far away as France and Germany and arrived at Hogwarts today. Does this make them think so?

Is this the way we treat our guests in Britain, in Hogwarts?"

The students from the three countries in the auditorium were all filled with indignation, and almost all the men consciously kept the women beside them behind them.

At this time, the disadvantage of Ms. Maxime's large size can be seen, and she is more difficult to block.

Even Hagrid, the biggest monster in Hogwarts, couldn't stop her.

So everyone told her not to stand up and just sit in her seat.

When she sat down she was still about the same height as Hagrid.

As Moody listened to Yang Mei and Theodore criticizing him, the expression on his face gradually became as ferocious as a demon.

Not willing to be outdone, he took out his wand, cursed, and raised his hand to cast an attack spell.

The attack was aimed at Theodore. After Theodore dodged it, the attack landed just not far in front of Yang Mei's toes.

The magic hit the ground, corroding it into a hole.

Obviously, this is black magic.

"Everyone, come and see. If what I just said was not true, why would this man feel guilty? If he didn't feel guilty, why would he attack us first?" Yang Mei once again incited everyone's anger. "Let's not talk about others for now. As the heir of the Selwyn family, I will never tolerate myself being wronged like this. He has already hit me right in front of me, how can I tolerate it?"

"You little bastard, you're so arrogant! I think that devil is back, and you Death Eater reserve have someone to rely on again!" Moody cursed again, the filthiness of which was only comparable to the sanitary conditions of the Hog's Head Inn.

No one saw Yang Mei waving her wand, but a beam of red light rushed straight into Moody's...mouth at an irresistible speed!

"what!!!"

Everyone took a step back frightened by the shrill scream.

Moody's wand fell to the ground, along with a bloody piece of flesh.

Everyone can see it clearly, it is clearly a large piece of tongue!

No one knows what it feels like to have your tongue cut, but judging from Moody's appearance, it must have been extremely uncomfortable.

Moody covered his mouth with his hands, but the blood in his mouth did not stop flowing. Instead, it dripped down through his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​his chest was wet.

"Since your mouth is so dirty, why not wash it with your own blood. Look, it's much better now. You won't spew shit from your mouth anymore." Yang Mei said cheerfully, "Don't thank me, because I haven't finished 'helping' you yet."

Another blue wind blade flew out horizontally, this time its target was Moody's eyes.

The wind blade shattered the sneaky demon eye and also turned Moody's flesh eye into a bloody mess.

Now Moody is deaf and blind.

The onlookers dared not even breathe.

“Perhaps everyone thinks that since his eyes are dishonest, why not just blind them? Why cut off his tongue?

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am not being cruel. You should know that many of the people present here today have been taken advantage of by him.

If this person feels resentful after being blinded and says something that damages your reputation, can you accept it?"

Yang Mei looked around with a smile on his face. As expected, he saw everyone's murderous eyes. This murderous intent was naturally directed at Moody, who was covered in blood.

"Why not just kill him?" Krum was well-pleased with Yang Mei's behavior. He didn't think it was too bloody or cruel.

From this perspective, he is indeed more suitable to join Morsus Slytherin.

If he could have been born a few decades earlier, he would have chosen their German Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald without hesitation.

But Grindelwald is now old and has imprisoned himself in Nurmengard.

There is no way, this option can only be passed.

Yang Mei raised her index finger and shook it: "No, no, no, isn't that too easy for him? He deserves to die, but giving him an Avada directly would make him feel better."

"Let me think about it..." Yang Mei looked at Moody and thought.

The others did not dare to urge him because they had witnessed his behavior like a living devil.

"Although he can't see or speak now, he can still run and jump, grasp and use the magic wand. How can this be done? It's too unsafe to buy." Yang Mei raised the magic wand as she spoke, and it was obvious that she was going to take action again.

But Moody was stopped by someone, who was Dumbledore who had come to his senses.

Before Yang Mei could say anything, the others began to shout in dissatisfaction.

"What is Headmaster Dumbledore doing? Is he going to help that old pervert?!"

"It's not impossible. Didn't the principal just say that he and that old pervert have been friends for many years?"

"But what Selwyn said just now is right. He has been friends with such a shameless and despicable person for so many years. Is this something to be proud of? It's disgusting!"

Yang Mei felt that the voice was familiar. He turned his head and saw that it was Hermione Granger.

This girl is still as hateful and intolerant as ever.

There was no smile on Dumbledore's face now. After all, Moody was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. How could he be killed by others at will?

Although Moody may have been using his magic eye to spy on others for many years, he did catch many criminals, and these achievements are real.

And his magic eye is now destroyed, isn't that enough?

As friends for decades, Dumbledore hoped to at least keep this old friend alive so that he would suffer less.

At worst, he could help Moody find a more remote house and arrange a house-elf so that he would no longer appear in the public eye.

Dumbledore said this thought, and at the same time pointedly accused Yang Mei: "Young Mr. Selwyn, although your actions were understandable, your methods were too cruel. How can you be so cruel at such a young age!"

Yang Mei laughed contemptuously: "You said I was ruthless, then what do you think I should do? How should I treat this shameless scum who most likely spied on everyone present and attacked us first with his mouth full of shit?

Should I cast a petrifying spell on him or a sleeping spell on him?

I'll kowtow to him!"

Dumbledore insisted: "Then you should not..."

"You've talked enough nonsense, Dumbledore." A figure suddenly appeared on the side, carrying a powerful magical pressure.

This magical pressure was highly targeted and acted only on Dumbledore, directly knocking him out.

Dumbledore was almost knocked to the ground because of his carelessness. Fortunately, he stabilized himself in time and avoided making a fool of himself in front of everyone.