Chapter 653: Moody's performance
Harry and Ron stared nervously at Moody for fear that he might run into them when he came down.
But that did not happen. His magical eye rolled quickly in its socket and wiped Ron's side.
Harry had a feeling that Moody's eye could see through the Invisibility Cloak.
His normal blue eye crossed the crowd and eventually fell on Evan, at the foot of the stairs, looking at him in the eye.
"Pajama party, is it?!" Caresius growled, purely in Moody's tone.
"Professor Snape and I heard noises, Professor," said Filch at once, taking a step forward, "Peeves the Poltergeist, throwing things around as usual … and then Professor Snape discovered that someone had broken into his off ..."
"Shut up!" Snape hissed to Filch.
"Did I hear that correctly, Snape?!" Moody asked slowly. "Someone broke into your office?"
"It is unimportant," said Snape coldly, not wanting to talk about it.
“On the contrary,” growled Moody, “it is very important. Who’d want to break into your office?”
“Anyone attempting illicit mixtures. Potion ingredients have gone missing from my private store cupboard!” said Snape, a vein flickering horribly on his greasy temple. “I caught Mason and Granger outside!"
"You mean, Evan and Hermione came to your office looking for potion ingredients?!" Moody continued to ask.
"We didn't," said Hermione hastily. "Professor, we just happened to pass by."
"Shut up, Granger!" said Snape. "About the confinement of both of you..."
"We really didn't break to your office, Professor!" Evan interrupted, "in fact, we didn't see the intruder you were talking about. According to you, he was hurt by your protective magic and shouldn't have gotten far, but there's no one here but us. None of us can get into your office. I think it's your delusion. You've had a nightmare or something. By the way, if someone really broke into your office, you should tell us what's missing?"
Hearing his words, Snape glanced suspiciously across their faces, as though thinking of something.
"That's right!" Moody didn't give him time to react, "Snape, not hiding anything else in your office, are you?"
Instantly, the edge of Snape’s sallow face turned a nasty brick color, the vein in his temple pulsing more rapidly.
"You know I’m hiding nothing, Moody!" He seemed to have reached the limit of patience, saying in a soft and dangerous voice, "Haven’t you searched my office pretty thoroughly yourself?"
Moody's face twisted into a smile."Auror’s privilege, Snape, Dumbledore told me to keep an eye..."
"Dumbledore happens to trust me," said Snape through clenched teeth. "I refuse to believe that he gave you orders to search my office!"
"Of course Dumbledore trusts you," growled Moody. "He’s a trusting man, isn’t he? He believes in second chances. But me … I say there are spots that don’t come, Snape. Spots that never come off, do you know what I mean?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about!" said Snape slowly, suddenly thinking of something, and his face became even uglier. "It was you?!"
"Yes, it was me!" Moody nodded, looking at Snape defiantly.
"Hum!" Snape snorted, confirming that Moody had just broken into his office.
The next second, he seized his left forearm convulsively with his right hand, as though something on it had hurt him. Just like when Evan mentioned Voldemort, the Dark Mark on his forearm hurt.
Evan’s eyebrows bounced. Could Caresius affect the Dark Mark?! Or was it just Snape’s psychological effect?!
He'd been touching his Dark Mark, which did not bode well.
When he saw him, Moody laughed. "Go back to bed, Snape."
"You don't have the authority to send me anywhere!" Snape hissed, letting go of his arm as though angry with himself. "I have as much right to prowl this school after dark as you do!"
"Prowl away," said Moody, but his voice was full of menace. "I look forward to meeting you in a dark corridor some time, then catch you and send you to where you should go..."
"Very good, I look forward to that day, to see if you have that ability!" said Snape viciously, turning and walking down the stairs, his face was gloomy and terrible, "Mason, Granger, you two come with me!" ”
"I have something to say to them, Snape," said Moody gruffly."Then I'll take them to Professor McGonagall and let her handle the matter."
"Enough!" Snape roared, "They were wandering around the castle in violation of the rules and regulations, and it was related to the theft of my office. I want to take them to the headmaster."
"That's good!" Moody roared, louder than Snape. "I'll go, too. I'll be happy to tell the headmaster how quickly your mind jumped to Evan Mason and Hermione Granger, and how you accused them they broke into your office, while you knew it was not them. Dumbledore is very interested to know who's got it in for his students, and I am also very interested in what unknown things you're hiding in your office..."
He limped a few steps towards Snape, and the torchlight flickered across his mangled face, so that the scars, and the chunk missing from his nose, looked deeper, darker and ghastly than ever.
Snape and Moody looked at one another. For a moment, nobody moved or said anything.
For a moment, Evan thought Snape would pull out his wand and fight Moody. However, Snape slowly lowered his hands.
"I think I will go back to bed," he said suddenly.
"Best idea you’ve had all night," said Moody. "Now, Filch, can you give me that Golden Egg?"
"No!" said Filch, clutching the egg as though it were his firstborn son. “Professor Moody, this is evidence of Peeves’ treachery!"
"It’s the property of the champion he stole it from,” said Moody. “Hand it over, now."
Regardless of this matter, and not even looking at Evan and Hermione, Snape swept downstairs without another word. Because of his anger, his body was shaking, and what happened tonight was definitely a disgrace to him.
With Evan’s understanding of him, he would never give up.
Chapter 653: Moody's performance
Harry and Ron stared nervously at Moody for fear that he might run into them when he came down.
But that did not happen. His magical eye rolled quickly in its socket and wiped Ron's side.
Harry had a feeling that Moody's eye could see through the Invisibility Cloak.
His normal blue eye crossed the crowd and eventually fell on Evan, at the foot of the stairs, looking at him in the eye.
"Pajama party, is it?!" Caresius growled, purely in Moody's tone.
"Professor Snape and I heard noises, Professor," said Filch at once, taking a step forward, "Peeves the Poltergeist, throwing things around as usual … and then Professor Snape discovered that someone had broken into his off ..."
"Shut up!" Snape hissed to Filch.
"Did I hear that correctly, Snape?!" Moody asked slowly. "Someone broke into your office?"
"It is unimportant," said Snape coldly, not wanting to talk about it.
“On the contrary,” growled Moody, “it is very important. Who’d want to break into your office?”
“Anyone attempting illicit mixtures. Potion ingredients have gone missing from my private store cupboard!” said Snape, a vein flickering horribly on his greasy temple. “I caught Mason and Granger outside!"
"You mean, Evan and Hermione came to your office looking for potion ingredients?!" Moody continued to ask.
"We didn't," said Hermione hastily. "Professor, we just happened to pass by."
"Shut up, Granger!" said Snape. "About the confinement of both of you..."
"We really didn't break to your office, Professor!" Evan interrupted, "in fact, we didn't see the intruder you were talking about. According to you, he was hurt by your protective magic and shouldn't have gotten far, but there's no one here but us. None of us can get into your office. I think it's your delusion. You've had a nightmare or something. By the way, if someone really broke into your office, you should tell us what's missing?"
Hearing his words, Snape glanced suspiciously across their faces, as though thinking of something.
"That's right!" Moody didn't give him time to react, "Snape, not hiding anything else in your office, are you?"
Instantly, the edge of Snape’s sallow face turned a nasty brick color, the vein in his temple pulsing more rapidly.
"You know I’m hiding nothing, Moody!" He seemed to have reached the limit of patience, saying in a soft and dangerous voice, "Haven’t you searched my office pretty thoroughly yourself?"
Moody's face twisted into a smile."Auror’s privilege, Snape, Dumbledore told me to keep an eye..."
"Dumbledore happens to trust me," said Snape through clenched teeth. "I refuse to believe that he gave you orders to search my office!"
"Of course Dumbledore trusts you," growled Moody. "He’s a trusting man, isn’t he? He believes in second chances. But me … I say there are spots that don’t come, Snape. Spots that never come off, do you know what I mean?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about!" said Snape slowly, suddenly thinking of something, and his face became even uglier. "It was you?!"
"Yes, it was me!" Moody nodded, looking at Snape defiantly.
"Hum!" Snape snorted, confirming that Moody had just broken into his office.
The next second, he seized his left forearm convulsively with his right hand, as though something on it had hurt him. Just like when Evan mentioned Voldemort, the Dark Mark on his forearm hurt.
Evan’s eyebrows bounced. Could Caresius affect the Dark Mark?! Or was it just Snape’s psychological effect?!
He'd been touching his Dark Mark, which did not bode well.
When he saw him, Moody laughed. "Go back to bed, Snape."
"You don't have the authority to send me anywhere!" Snape hissed, letting go of his arm as though angry with himself. "I have as much right to prowl this school after dark as you do!"
"Prowl away," said Moody, but his voice was full of menace. "I look forward to meeting you in a dark corridor some time, then catch you and send you to where you should go..."
"Very good, I look forward to that day, to see if you have that ability!" said Snape viciously, turning and walking down the stairs, his face was gloomy and terrible, "Mason, Granger, you two come with me!" ”
"I have something to say to them, Snape," said Moody gruffly."Then I'll take them to Professor McGonagall and let her handle the matter."
"Enough!" Snape roared, "They were wandering around the castle in violation of the rules and regulations, and it was related to the theft of my office. I want to take them to the headmaster."
"That's good!" Moody roared, louder than Snape. "I'll go, too. I'll be happy to tell the headmaster how quickly your mind jumped to Evan Mason and Hermione Granger, and how you accused them they broke into your office, while you knew it was not them. Dumbledore is very interested to know who's got it in for his students, and I am also very interested in what unknown things you're hiding in your office..."
He limped a few steps towards Snape, and the torchlight flickered across his mangled face, so that the scars, and the chunk missing from his nose, looked deeper, darker and ghastly than ever.
Snape and Moody looked at one another. For a moment, nobody moved or said anything.
For a moment, Evan thought Snape would pull out his wand and fight Moody. However, Snape slowly lowered his hands.
"I think I will go back to bed," he said suddenly.
"Best idea you’ve had all night," said Moody. "Now, Filch, can you give me that Golden Egg?"
"No!" said Filch, clutching the egg as though it were his firstborn son. “Professor Moody, this is evidence of Peeves’ treachery!"
"It’s the property of the champion he stole it from,” said Moody. “Hand it over, now."
Regardless of this matter, and not even looking at Evan and Hermione, Snape swept downstairs without another word. Because of his anger, his body was shaking, and what happened tonight was definitely a disgrace to him.
With Evan’s understanding of him, he would never give up.
