Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"So," Ron said hopefully, "you just found something from the library and took it over and fooled them?"

Fred said with a stern face: "We are still very credible when we disappoint you. However, our knowledge of Black Lake is limited. If we go too deep, we will be driven out by mermaids with forks. Their tamed pets are not friendly enough-"

"It's Grindillo." George explained as he looked at Harry with confusion.

"Red Hat, Kaba, Ghost Face Grass... We don't dare to go too far, worried about being hung up and beaten by a mermaid. But sooner or later we will draw a map of the Black Lake, which is one of our plans to be completed before graduation," Fred said.

George looked at him weirdly, "When did we have this plan?"

"Just joining just now?" Fred asked.

"It sounds not bad," George said with a smile, looking at the three people who were stunned. "Harry, your father has done everything, and it's not interesting to repeat it again. It's better to find another way. We are in the sixth grade this year, so we must leave something behind."

The twins left, and before leaving, George reminded them: "By the way, Harry, if you go to the school hospital at this time, there will be surprises waiting for you."

The three of them stared at their backs and fell into deep thought.

"We should ask for a map, and it's fine." Ron said suddenly, "It will definitely save a lot of trouble."

"We can do it ourselves." Harry said without hesitation, it's still early in February.

Hermione calculated by her fingers, "Except for us, including Cedric's group, and Vagado, half of the teams already know the information about the second project, and it's hard to say about the other three schools-"

"Maybe Darmstrong has to be counted." Ron said sarcastically.

Hermione's eyebrows stood up.

"Sorry, I didn't say it clearly - I mean, Kakarov will definitely find ways to cheat." Ron remedy, "I have confidence in him."

Harry couldn't help laughing.

"We'd better go to the school hospital and see the surprises Fred mentioned..." he suggested. When they came to the school hospital and turned around, they vaguely heard more than one familiar voice.

"Professor Hayp?"

"Sirius?" Harry said in surprise.

They speeded up and saw the door of the special care unit open, Sirius standing opposite the door, leaning against a table, fiddling with the wand in his hand, his eyes staring fiercely in one direction.

Then, Moody's voice came from inside, "If you want to fight, it's better to go outside! I don't have a magic wand in my hand, and I don't have an eye..."

"Your eyes are soaked in the potion, Professor Moody, who made you complain that it is not useful when you wake up?" Felix said in a gentle voice.

"What I'm talking about is the truth! And my wooden legs are almost half an inch shorter, so it must be done by that despicable villain!" Moody said irritably, this was related to his just received treatment from Felix.

Felix sighed. The examination just now was not going well because the patient always rebelled subconsciously. So he couldn't help but try the skills he learned from the dementors, which led to Moody looking quite frustrated after the treatment, and the way he showed "frustration" was to argue indiscriminately.

Felix looked up at Harry, Ron and Hermione standing at the door, and waved to them.

They walked into the room and were surprised to find that it was very lively. Opposite Sirius, Snape was standing by in a black robe like a black blood-sucking plant, confronting Sirius indifferently, with contempt in each other's eyes.

Snape's hands were hidden in his sleeves, and Harry guessed from his posture that he should be holding his wand.

This also solved a confusion: Harry didn't think Sirius would have a conflict with Professor Hepp. If he remembered correctly, Sirius had personally revealed the secret that he was easily caught by the professor in the third grade of Hagrid. He seemed quite reluctant at the time.

In addition to these people, there were two people in the room, one was Mrs. Pomfrey, and the other was Neville.

Neville was huddling himself in the chair as much as possible, because he was at least half a foot from last year, comparable to Ron's. When Harry walked over, he cried and said in a grievance in a close whisper, "I just wanted to come and send a bouquet of flowers, like yesterday... As a result, Professor Moody woke up, and then Mrs. Pomfrey called Professor Hepp. After a while, Mr. Black suddenly appeared and said that there was something important to talk about. Halfway through, Professor Snape also came."

Very well, Harry thought, Neville accurately restored the order of these people in the room, and he could imagine the general process of things.

He looked around. Professor Hayp was wearing a rare white coat. Is this a mimicking doctor of Muggle? Mrs. Pomfrey stood not far from him, holding a standing board in her hand, recording quickly. Harry continued to look over, and then his eyes seemed to be stung, passing through the very conspicuous large glass beside the bed. Moody's magic eyes were soaking in the blue liquid, and he turned around like a storm from time to time.

Ron made a disgusting voice.

"Harry." Sirius came over and hugged him hard. He whispered: "I got the news from Hagrid that Moody is injured now, so come and try it-"

"What's the problem?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Sirius curled his lips in the direction of Snape with disdain. Snape said slowly as if he hadn't seen it, "I have received the authorization of the principal. If Mr. Alastor Moody still hopes to complete this year's teaching work, then... out of care for his colleagues, I will temporarily take over several classes during his recovery."

Sirius immediately looked at Moody and said with a smile: "Alasto, I suggest you better hide for a while..."

He suddenly realized that he had touched the taboo of Mad-Eyeed Moody and was about to usher in anger like a volcanic eruption. He quickly stopped, but it was too late.

Harry swore that he had never seen Moody's face twisted like this, and every blade on his face miraculously enlarged, shaking disgustingly, Moody roared loudly, "Ha! Do you think I dare not see anyone? After being fiddled with Voldemort and a Death Eater like a puppet for several months? What do you think I would do? Hiding like a coward and crying? I tell you, dreaming!"

Sirius's face suddenly turned pale like paper.

Moody's only eye was wide open and stared at Sirius. Harry even felt that Moody's eye was even more terrifying than the fake eye in a bottle. Even his empty eye sockets were nothing compared to the anger that burst out.

He pointed to the empty bed next to him, "Do you know what Barty did the first thing he did when he woke up? Go to the Ministry of Magic to surrender! He wants to say everything and atone for the mistakes he made!"

He pointed to his incomplete nose again, spitting out stars, and roared, "I promised Dumbledore that I will do what I say. Not only that, guess what?" He looked at Sirius, who was in a distraught little, "I also want to tell everyone what happened to me, but students are not enough..."

He said with a grim face: "I want to tell everyone that Voldemort is still alive, at least not dead."
Chapter completed!