Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Mad-Eye Moody, I think we need to have a good talk now." Lupin's hoarse voice came from the back seat.

A battered classic car sped along the wide highway, leaving behind a trail of smoke and the roar of the engine. The driver was Mad-Eye Moody, who was pressing the clutch with his prosthetic leg.

Lupin and Sirius were now tied to the back seat, with their hands tied tightly and their feet tied under the corresponding front seat.

"Shut up." Moody turned his head halfway and scolded Lupin, who had just woken up. The blue magic eye was still in charge of staring ahead, watching the road.

"It's useless, Remus." Blake coughed slightly, and he also woke up at this time,

"They are all minions of the Ministry of Magic. Fudge can't believe what we say. He can't, and he won't dare." Sirius spat out the window, his sunken eyes facing Moody in front of him.

"Hahahaha." Moody laughed sarcastically when he heard the words, and turned his head completely to concentrate on driving his car.

"You don't seem to understand your current situation very well." Moody suddenly turned the steering wheel and made a right turn, dodging a roaring big truck.

"You're suspects now, and you don't have the right to yell at me," Moody said, opening the left-hand window with his hand and blowing in a little violent wind.

"I just want to clarify what I know. Even if you work for the Ministry of Magic, I still firmly believe in your inner persistence. What you are loyal to is not just the magic step, but the justice in your heart." Lupin's voice was weak. said.

"Compliments are useless to me. The crime will be judged eventually. The justice in my heart is to arrest the suspect and bring him to justice." Moody's rough voice echoed in the cramped car again.

"Muggle transportation is a thrill." Lupin saw Moody in the rear-view mirror grinning and showing his yellow teeth, grinning arbitrarily.

The strong wind blew his gray hair up.

"Heh." Blake smiled silently, it's not ashamed to be planted in this man's hands.

"It's still a pity that I couldn't speak to James' son." Blake's heart was unusually calm at this time, but he felt a little regretful.

"One-eyed dragon, Azkaban's dementors are gone now, where do you want to take us? Also, until just now, this guy next to me has been under the control of my Imperius C, just now. What happened has nothing to do with him." Sirius said half-jokingly, half-disdainfully,

The trapped feet wriggled and kicked Moody, who was driving in the front seat.

If Lupin could move his hands at this time, one hand would definitely be holding his forehead to express his inner collapse, and the other would be covering Sirius' mouth.

"You've been in there for twelve years, you seem to be really stupid." Lupin said tiredly. At this time, he could only roll his eyes to express his attitude towards Sirius' childish behavior. He was the only one who saw such childish behavior. I only did it with an old friend.

Calling him that nickname in front of others, and telling such an obvious lie, Lupin guessed that Sirius had been in Azkaban for so many years that he had forgotten even basic communication etiquette.

Well, it turns out that this is what it looks like, arrogant and arrogant.

But why are you so happy now? The corner of Lupin's mouth couldn't help showing a smile again.

Maybe being with an old friend is an inexplicable feeling of peace of mind.

"I really don't want to take this job," Moody muttered, looking at them in the rearview mirror.

"Sit tight." Moody reminded, "Even criminals have human rights, and I have to send you safely to where you should go." Then his right foot slammed on the accelerator, The roar of the engine became louder and louder, and the whole car began to vibrate wildly. The parts in the car seemed to fall apart at any time, and then the strong driving force took effect. Lupin even suspected that the car would be scrapped at any time, because They were shaking too badly.

"Damn, how come there are so many Muggle cars." Moody slapped the steering wheel with his hand and cursed, urging the car in front to drive away.

They were in the center of London, and the light was red at the intersection.

"This is not the way of Azkaban, I remember I was on a boat last time." Sirius Black looked at the bustling city through the transparent window.

"You talk too much," Moody said.

After that, the car fell into complete silence, only the sound of parts shaking.

Finally, the old car was parked on a street. The walls on both sides were painted in a mess, the buildings around were dilapidated, and there was a bar in front of the door. Few customers wanted to come to this kind of mess. Bad environment for drinking.

"Don't think about making small moves," Moody warned, then opened the door and walked over to a tattered red phone booth.

Moody dialed the number 62442 in the phone booth (magic spelled from the letters on the phone dial), then a witch's voice came out of the air, and after Moody's explanation, the phone spat out several silver cards.

"This old guy, do you want to invite us for a drink?" Blake still said in an indifferent tone, he only saw Moody walking towards the pub, but did not see the movements behind him.

"We still think about how to appeal better, Professor Dumbledore will help us." Lupin remained calm.

"Get out of the car, we're there." Moody came back quickly, interrupting their conversation, and with a "click", he opened the back seat door and let the two get out of the car.

Then the three of them got into the phone booth, and the phone booth began to descend like an elevator. It lasted about a minute, and they came to the foyer.

"Ministry of Magic?" Lupin said questioningly, looking at everything around the hall.

It was a long, resplendent hall, with brightly polished dark wood floors. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

"When will the prisoners be locked here? Or is Azkaban already full?" Blake still maintained a relentless expression, expressing his opinion.

When the people around saw Moody, they nodded politely to him, and then walked away quickly.

Respected and at the same time terrifying.

That's Moody's place at the Ministry of Magic, even though he's been retired for years.

Well, mainly because his eyes are so scary.

Moody walked briskly with the two of them. Because their feet were bound, Lupin and Sirius could only move their bodies forward in a jump, which seemed funny.

They then walked into an elevator, and after a while, they walked out again. Two heavy oak doors stood directly in front of them. Moody tapped with his wand, and with a few words, the doors opened naturally. .

What caught the eyes of several people was a dilapidated, dimly lit corridor.

"Go in." Moody walked to a silver-white door with a sign on it that read: The Department of Misuse of Magic is prohibited. He knocked on the door without knocking, and just pushed the door open, making a creaking sound.

"Your mission is here," Moody said.

A tall man with thick arms was crouching at the table. People who didn't understand thought he was sleeping and slacking off, but in fact he was looking up the file. He raised his head and pushed it when he heard Moody's voice. His thick glasses.

"Fill in the form." The man found two blank documents from the pile of documents overflowing under his feet, and handed over the two forms.

"Oh, no, you and I have an impression. Dumbledore brought you here last time." The man looked at Lupin, shook his head, and took one back.

"Release the bondage." Moody's wand touched the rope that bound the two, and the rope shrank back as if spiritually.

"I want to see what you guys are going to do." Sirius Black was fearless, he found a place to sit down, picked up a quill and started writing on the table.

"This is yours." The man found another watch and handed it to Lupin.

About two minutes later, Lupin and Sirius finished their form filling and handed it back to the man in charge of the work, who poked a stamp on it and then handed it to Moody.

Moody's magic eye and normal eye looked at the two lists several times before saying--

"Very well, you are free."

Then Moody was about to push the door and leave, but stopped when the prosthetic leg had already stepped out of the door.

"I'll say it again, I'm not a minion from the Ministry of Magic, and I've been looking at Fudge for a long time." Moody's hoarse voice sounded.

Then there was a "tuk-tuk" sound of the crutches hitting the ground in the quiet corridor, and finally his limping back disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Leaving Lupin and Black to stare at each other.

Sirius Black just seemed to realize something, and hurriedly picked up the form again, only to see that the top of the form was written in bold bold letters: "Animagus Registration Form"