Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 440 Alastor Moody Under Attack

Chapter 440 Alastor Moody Under Attack

Mad-Eye is Alastor Moody, and many people call him that because of his paranoid and suspicious nature.

He was attacked—

Honestly, Siron wasn't surprised at all. As the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, he wasn't surprised by anything that happened.

But what Celen couldn't understand was, shouldn't Professor Moody be at the Ministry of Magic at this time?

So it was the Ministry of Magic who attacked him?

It couldn't possibly be those escaped Death Eaters chasing after the Ministry of Magic, could it?

Sirius was equally shocked by the news. He even forgot to send Sirius back to Diagon Alley first, and instead took him along, Apparating with Mr. Weasley to an unfamiliar street.

In front of them was a long-abandoned red brick department store, with a worn-out mannequin in the glass window.

Department store, mannequins—Silen seemed to have guessed where he was.

This is the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Mr. Weasley went up to the dummy and said something to it, then walked straight through the glass and disappeared, just like when they went from the station's partition wall to Platform 93%.

It was only then that Sirius finally realized that Cyrus was still there, but before he could say anything, Cyrus had already walked through the glass in front of him.

The renowned St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical Injuries and Sicknesses is just as famous as Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. Its healers have treated countless wizards affected by magic.

Passing through the glass, Siron felt as if he had entered a crowded waiting room, where a dozen or so wizards and witches sat on rickety wooden chairs, looking not much different from the Hogwarts infirmary.

But Siron thought that in Hogwarts, there shouldn't be anyone with a pair of tusks and five arms, nor a head on a butt—well, a strange creature.

"Don't be surprised. St. Mungo's often has wizards who have to come and correct their magical experiments because of failure."

A familiar voice came from the side.

When Sirius turned around, he saw a surprised Dumbledore.

"I really didn't expect you to come and visit Professor Moody, Mr. Ollivander."

"Ah, I happen to be with Sirius," Sirius said.

Just as he finished speaking, Sirius Black came in from outside.

"gentlemen."

He couldn't bother explaining Siren's situation anymore and hurriedly asked, "What happened to Alastor? Wasn't he at the Ministry of Magic? Why was he attacked?"

"I don't know exactly what happened either." Dumbledore shook his head. "Just five minutes ago, Alastor's Patronus found me. He said he found a clue in the Ministry of Magic related to Barty Crouch and was going there to take a look."

"What? Where?" Sirius asked impatiently.

Dumbledore first looked at Siren, paused for a moment, and then said, "Hangton."

Sirius was about to say something more, but Dumbledore spoke first: "Mr. Ollivander, if you wish to visit Professor Moody, you'd better go now. If the Ministry of Magic people come later, you probably won't be able to squeeze in. The healers here generally don't allow too many people into the wards."

"Okay, sure."

Although Siren was more curious about what Moody had discovered, he couldn't pretend not to hear since Dumbledore had already said so.

Dumbledore led them to the fifth floor, to the Spell Damage Department (for unremovable spells, misused spells, etc.).

Mr. Weasley was also there, standing in the doorway of the third room on the left, as if on guard against something. He was clearly surprised when he saw Siron.

"Sirius, didn't Sirius send you back?"

He had naturally seen Sirius with him at number twelve Grimmauld Place. But he had always assumed Sirius would take Sirius back first before coming.

For a wizard who has mastered Apparition, this might only take a few seconds.

"I—I came to visit Professor Moody," Celen said.

"It seems he's more popular as a professor than as an Auror," Mr. Weasley said quietly.

He led the group into the ward.

The room was small, and Professor Moody was the only person in it. He was curled up on the bed, his body covered in gruesome wounds, some of which were bandaged but soaked in blood.

Not only that, his blue demonic eye was also gone, and his left eye was wrapped in a bandage.

"When I got there, they had just left," Dumbledore said, a cold glint in his eyes behind his half-moon spectacles. "Although Alastor, with his astonishing willpower, managed to dodge the Killing Curse at the crucial moment, the Crucifixion Curse and the Thorns Curse had still knocked him unconscious."

"It's all my fault!" Sirius said regretfully. "We should have acted together. If I had been there, things might have turned out differently."

"Of course, you can't be blamed for this, Sirius," Dumbledore said softly. "Alastor was discovered by chance, and even the Aurors didn't know when he left the Ministry of Magic."

"Moreover, those Death Eaters seemed to be well-prepared. Alastor fell into a trap and failed. If you had been there, you'd probably be lying here too."

Sirius punched the wall hard.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps and heavy breathing came from outside.

"It must be Cornelius and the others who have arrived," Dumbledore said.

Suddenly, Xilun felt a hand on his shoulder.

"There might be a lot of people coming up, so let's end today's visits here."

Before Xilun could speak, everything in front of him began to spin, as if he had been thrown into a washing machine that was in operation.

Then he appeared in the bustling Leaky Cauldron.

"Dumbledore—Professor?"

Xilen turned around, only to find no one behind him, just Old Tom's puzzled face.

"Wait, did I just see Albus Dumbledore?" he muttered to himself, which drew a chorus of jeers from those around him.

"I think you've had too much to drink, Tom." A burst of laughter came from the crowd.

"How could Albus Dumbledore come to a place like this!"

"He's a very busy man—"

"Right now, he's probably busy finding a new Defense Against Magic professor for Hogwarts."

Laughter erupted from the crowd once again.

Hogwarts changes its Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year, a fact that has become a well-known source of amusement in the wizarding world.

Many people's greatest pleasure is guessing how the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will exit each year—but very few people have guessed correctly, especially in recent years.

Xilun listened silently from the side.

It has to be said that Dumbledore is indeed troubled by this matter.