Bab 15: Ch. 15: Alliance

The Auror's claim that Moody had been summoned by Fudge was met with skepticism by Jon. He was certain that Barty Jr., unlike the real Moody, wouldn't be hunting dark wizards without an ulterior motive.

The motive was glaringly clear: Jon had eliminated over a dozen Death Eaters. From Gibbon's demise to the eradication of the Death Eaters in Azkaban, Jon's actions were far from covert. Barty Jr., masquerading as Moody, would undoubtedly be aware of this.

Even the most fools would comprehend that Jon's battle is against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Yet, the Ministry of Magic remained obstinately fixated its attention on Jon.

Jon regarded the counterfeit Moody with a sardonic half-smile, stating, "What an honor it is to receive a visit from the legendary Auror, Mr. Alastor Moody!"

Barty Jr. advanced, his gait peculiar as he trod upon the rain-soaked ground. He uncorked the bottle in his hand, took a swig, and gruffly demanded, "Enough with the pleasantries. Surrender!"

He brandished his wand, adding, "You've piqued my interest, you young whelp!"

Barty Jr.'s impersonation of Moody was uncannily accurate, from his mannerisms to his voice, which had fooled many for a considerable time. His bottle contained not wine, but a Polyjuice Potion that maintained his Moody guise.

Jon recalled from the film that the potion's taste was so revolting it nearly induced vomiting in the three protagonists. Yet, Barty Jr. could casually sip it from a wine bottle, a testament to his efficiency.

"Show me what you're made of, boy!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without further ado, Jon unleashed the Killing Curse on Barty Jr. A peculiar green light erupted from Jon's wand, accompanied by a resonating hum. "Mad-Eye Moody" crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

This was one of the Unforgivable Curses Jon had learned from the Death Eaters' memories.

[Ding! You have eliminated another Death Eater, incurring 50 penalty points]

Jon heard the system's prompt in his mind.

In terms of lethality, the Killing Curse proved more practical than Jon's Hellfire. Although Hellfire could instantly incinerate its victims, it required transformation into the spirit of vengeance form. The Killing Curse was more convenient in this instance.

The sight left the three Aurors dumbstruck.

He had audaciously used one of the Three Unforgivable Curses, and had slain Mad-Eye Moody?

"What have you done, you monster?!" an Auror bellowed.

"Compose yourself," Jon advised calmly, "That man was not Mad-Eye Moody."

Upon hearing Jon's words, the Aurors scrutinized the corpse of "Moody" on the ground.

They watched as "Moody"'s facial muscles contorted wildly, his body gradually morphing into a gaunt middle-aged man.

"By Merlin's beard! It's Barty Crouch Jr.!" an Auror exclaimed in disbelief.

"Indeed, and he's... a Death Eater!" Jon revealed the Dark Mark on his hand as he spoke.

"Could he have been impersonating Mr. Moody all this time?" an Auror stammered.

"Exactly, and he intended to exploit Mr. Moody's identity to infiltrate Hogwarts and execute his plan!" Jon confirmed.

The Aurors were visibly shaken by Jon's revelation.

"But Mr. Vinson, why did you kill him?" an Auror queried.

Jon shook his head, replying, "I'm merely hunting Death Eaters. Those I killed in Azkaban were all Death Eaters!"

An Auror exclaimed, "By Merlin's beard! So you're not a dark wizard? The Ministry of Magic has misunderstood you. We'll vouch for you and rectify this injustice!"

"Rectify?" Jon chuckled, "Even if I'm absolved for killing Death Eaters, I've robbed Gringotts, liberated the dementors from Azkaban, and just now, I used an Unforgivable Curse in your presence. Can I be absolved for all that?"

The Auror was momentarily speechless.

Jon brandished his wand once more.

"Mr. Vinson, what are you doing?" an Auror asked anxiously.

"Regrettably, I can't leave any witnesses," Jon replied, waving his wand at them.

"Damn it!"

"Obliviate!"

A flash of red light, and the three Aurors collapsed simultaneously. Jon pointed his wand at the unconscious Aurors again.

"Obliviate!"

Jon cast the Memory Charm on them, erasing their recollection of the event.

He then turned to face the pet store behind him. The owner was staring blankly in Jon's direction.

The night's events had been overwhelming for her, but she would soon forget them.

"Obliviate!"

Having resolved the situation, Jon returned to Barty Jr.'s body.

Barty Jr.'s heinous crimes had condemned his soul to Ghost rider's punishment, and Jon had acquired Barty Jr.'s memories and magical power.

From his memories, Jon learned about Barty Jr. and Wormtail, as well as the intricate details of Voldemort's resurrection plan.

As Jon sifted through these memories, a detailed plan of his own began to take shape.

"I've figured out how to infiltrate Hogwarts," Jon smiled.

He then collected Barty Jr.'s wand and his bottle of Polyjuice Potion.

A ball of flame sprang from his fingertips, reducing Barty Jr.'s body to ashes in an instant.

.....

In the heart of London, Jon found himself in a secluded, somewhat rundown rental house, as per Barty Jr.'s memories.

After a thorough search, Jon discovered his target in a compartment beneath the staircase: a massive box secured with seven locks, as if it ... contained something of immense danger.

With a flick of his wand, Jon cast a spell to unlock the box.

One by one, the locks disengaged, each revealing an additional layer of the box. After all seven locks were undone, the box was encased in seven layers of ... wood, resembling a staircase.

Finally, the top layer of the box sprang open. Jon peered inside, only to find an old man with a single leg and eye, sitting at the bottom of the box, sipping wine. It was a sight that was both pitiful and ... bizarre.

"Mr. Moody?" Jon called out, his voice laced with a strange mix of surprise and sympathy.

It was clear that Barty Jr. had been visiting frequently to harvest Moody's hair for the Polyjuice Potion.

"Relax, Mr. Moody! I'm not Barty Jr.," Jon reassured the ... captive Auror.

"I'm Jon Vinson," he continued in a firm tone, "And I'm here to rescue you and to propose a partnership. No, that's not quite right... I want to collaborate with you!"

--------------------

A/N: I know this work is still very new, but your opinions matter a lot to my progress, please write a review 🙏.

-----------------------

(A/N: If you want to see more chapters, go to my Patreon to see more chapters ahead.

patreon.com/TheMightyZeus

-----------------------

komentar 16 komentar

Pilih

Bab 16: Ch. 16: Hogwarts

On a tempestuous night, Jon navigated a solitary boat, adrift on the vast expanse of water. Soon, a majestic castle emerged from the misty horizon. Hogwarts! a renowned school of wizardry, stood tall and imposing.

Jon could have chosen to ride Igris, but such a flamboyant mode of transportation would inevitably draw the attention of the Aurors. He could also employ space-moving spells like the Teleportation Spell, but Hogwarts had strict regulations against its use.

Anchoring his boat on the shore, Jon disembarked and surveyed the grandeur of Hogwarts. He a bottle from his pocket, taking a contemplative sip.

Moments later, a dramatic transformation overtook Jon. His facial features contorted, his body bulked up, and he morphed into the Mad-Eye Moody.

Indeed, this was part of his agreement with the real Mad-Eye Moody. Jon would temporarily assume Moody's identity to infiltrate Hogwarts, while the real Moody would be engaged in other tasks planned by Jon.

Why not send the real Moody to Hogwarts? Jon had contemplated this, but he knew that Moody might not be able to accomplish what he intended to do at Hogwarts. Moreover, if he missed this opportunity to infiltrate Hogwarts, how could he complete his exploration mission?!

Within Hogwarts, the entire school - teachers and students alike - had congregated in the auditorium. They had just concluded the sorting ceremony for the new students, but the celebratory banquet was on hold as Headmaster Dumbledore had an important announcement to make.

Once the murmurs had subsided, Dumbledore cast an Amplifying Charm to ensure his voice resonated throughout the hall.

"Now that everyone is settled, I have an announcement to make."

"This year, this castle will not only be your home but will also welcome some special guests. Hogwarts has been chosen..."

As Dumbledore held the stage, the auditorium doors swung open, and Mr. Filch, the school caretaker, scurried in.

Interrupted by Mr. Filch's arrival, Dumbledore paused to inquire, "What's the matter?"

After a hushed exchange, Dumbledore instructed, "Keep them waiting for a moment!"

Resuming his announcement, Dumbledore declared, "As I was saying, Hogwarts has been selected to host a legendary event—the Triwizard Tournament!"

Excited whispers filled the hall, with exclamations of "Fantastic!" echoing around, while some freshmen looked on, bewildered.

"For those unfamiliar with this event," Dumbledore continued, "The Triwizard Tournament is a series of magical competitions between wizarding schools. Each school selects only one student to participate. Let me clarify that once chosen, you will compete alone. If you're not prepared for the challenge, think twice before participating."

Shifting gears, Dumbledore announced, "But we can discuss this later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime!"

The auditorium doors opened once more, and a procession of female students entered, their grace and elegance leaving many Hogwarts boys spellbound, including one of the three protagonists, Ron.

Following their courteous introduction, a swarm of beautiful blue butterflies fluttered out from the Beauxbatons students. Accompanying this spectacle, an elegant middle-aged woman trailed behind the students.

Lastly, a young woman with striking features and a slender figure performed a graceful dance on the stage, earning a round of applause from the audience. She was Fleur Delacour, the star student of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Dumbledore motioned for silence before continuing, "And from the north, let's welcome the esteemed students from Durmstrang and their Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff!"

As he finished, a group of students marched in, their steps resounding through the hall. Following their performance, their headmaster and a tall boy entered.

"It's Krum!" A red-haired boy, Ron Weasley, whispered in awe, "Oh my god, it's really him! Viktor Krum!"

Beside and opposite him sat the other two protagonists, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

After exchanging greetings with the Durmstrang headmaster, Dumbledore directed them to their seats.

"Professor Dumbledore, my horse has journeyed far and requires careful attention!" Madame Maxime, the Beauxbatons headmistress, requested.

"Rest assured, Madame Maxime," Dumbledore replied courteously, "Hagrid will take excellent care of your horse."

He glanced at the burly Hagrid, who responded with a nod and a smile.

"Mr. Hagrid, you must know," Madame Maxime addressed Hagrid, "They require firm handling, being quite robust, and remember, they only drink single-malt whiskey."

After their exchange, Dumbledore addressed the students, "Everyone, please pay attention, I have a few words to say!"

He paused, his tone growing serious.

"Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Cup, but to attain this glory, three tasks must be completed. These tasks are extremely challenging and perilous, so the Ministry of Magic has decided to introduce new rules. Now, the Director of the International Magic Cooperation Department will explain this new rule to everyone! Mr. Barty Crouch!"

Amidst the applause, a middle-aged man with a mustache ascended the stage. He was Barty Crouch, the father of Barty Crouch Jr.

As he greeted everyone and prepared to speak, a sudden disruption occurred.

A deafening thunderclap echoed, followed by the sound of shattering glass. As the students screamed in panic, a blue light flashed, shielding them from the falling lightning, which was magically restored to its original state.

All eyes turned to the figure who had cast the protective spell. Standing at the door was an old man with a cane, a prosthetic limb, and a peculiar eye.

"Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione, sitting across from him, looked at Moody curiously before turning to Ron, "Alastor Moody? The Auror?"

"He was a catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter though these days." Ron explained,

Meanwhile, Dumbledore walked to Alastor Moody, Jon, greeting him, "My dear old friend, thanks for coming."

Jon greeted him back saying, " That stupid roof." And then took a sip of his potion.

"What's that he's drinking do you suppose?" one of the pupils sitting near to Ron asked.

"I don't know but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice." Said Harry with a chuckle.

The Moody they saw was actually Jon in disguise. Amidst the students' whispers, he mimicked Moody's distinctive gait and limped towards his seat.

Jon had perfected this imitation through Barty Jr.'s memories and his own interactions with Moody. He had practiced tirelessly for this moment, even up until the morning of his first-day teaching at Hogwarts.

Jon's imitation was so convincing that he wondered if Barty Jr., after being Moody for so long, had trouble reverting to his original gait.

As Jon walked, he noticed that Harry Potter was watching him curiously.

--------------------

A/N: I know this work is still very new, but your opinions matter a lot to my progress, please write a review 🙏.

-----------------------

(A/N: If you want to see more chapters, go to my Patreon to see more chapters ahead.

patreon.com/TheMightyZeus

-----------------------