"It was his mother who swapped him back," Vivi sighed softly, recounting the story of the Crouch family's deception to Little Sirius.
Originally, Harry was also gloating, but upon hearing this, he couldn't laugh anymore.
"Motherly love..." Little Sirius raised his head, his eyes glistening, "really is magnificent."
"It truly is a magnificent motherly love," Vivi agreed with a sigh, "and so, it became a reason Old Batty couldn't refuse to cooperate with us."
Originally, Harry and the others were feeling melancholic, but Vivi's words left them speechless.
Wait, sis, is this appropriate?
"Why are you all looking at me?" Vivi chuckled lightly, "Motherly love is certainly great, but the greater part is that we can use this event to make Old Batty our ally, don't you think?"
"You're really..." Little Sirius, after holding back for a long time, finally found an adjective, "morally vacuous..."
"Thank you for the compliment," Vivi smiled, tipping her tilted hat in acknowledgment to Little Sirius.
Little Sirius took a deep breath.
Forget it, let's assume I was complimenting just now.
"Sigh," he said again, "it's a pity for this great mother..."
"So," a mischievous glint flashed in Vivi's eyes, "Godfather, your cool title is gone."
"What title?" Little Sirius asked, puzzled.
"The first person in recent years to escape from Azkaban," Vivi said with a smile, "it's gone, now it belongs to Little Bartie Crouch."
"That bitch!" Little Sirius angrily slammed the table.
No way, my super cool title, just like that, got taken away!
"Of course," Vivi said again, "if we can keep this under wraps, and use this information to turn Old Batty into our ally, then... that title will still be yours, Godfather."
Little Sirius sat in his chair, staring at the sky with a vacant look in his eyes.
"Forget it, it's just a hollow name," he sighed, "so, have you found Little Bartie? Lupin and I searched for a long time and found nothing."
"Found him, he's currently in Hogwarts," Vivi extended her hand and pulled out the Marauder's Map from Harry's pocket, spreading it on the table, "you see, an Auror has also been attacked by Death Eaters, can you guess who it is?"
"Who?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Could it be Alastor?" Little Sirius took a breath, pointing to the location of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office on the Marauder's Map, "Look, it should be Alastor Moody here, but it shows Batty Crouch... we can know that Old Batty is currently not in Hogwarts, even if he's in Hogwarts, he should be in the Headmaster's Office..."
"So the question is, did Little Bartie use Polyjuice Potion to become Moody?" Lupin looked at Little Sirius and asked.
"It must be," Little Sirius slammed the table, "let's catch him quickly, I want to know what evil plans they have."
"Arresting a teacher in the school, I think we need the Headmaster's approval," Vivi said with a smile, "although we are all Hogwarts graduates, none of us are currently at Hogwarts, especially as my identity is relatively sensitive... so, it's better to first consult Dumbledore."
After speaking, a flash of fire appeared beside her.
In a short while, the fire flashed again, and Dumbledore appeared in the office.
"...That's basically the situation," Harry retold Dumbledore about the matter of the real and fake Moody and the story of fatherly love between Old Batty and Little Bartie.
"I knew it, Old Batty he..."
Dumbledore stopped halfway through his sentence, "But this is his just deserts. What do you think we should do now, directly arrest the fake Alastor Moody?"
"Of course," Vivi said, "if we don't catch him, how will we know their next plan? Although he didn't cause any destruction in the first two events, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any evil plans for the last event."
"You're right," Dumbledore nodded, "there's a saying, there's only a thousand days of being a thief stealing from others, not a thousand days of defending against a thief."
With the plan set, Dumbledore immediately set off with Vivi and the others to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.
"Alastor?" Dumbledore knocked on the door, holding the Marauder's Map open, with a marker labeled "Batty Crouch" moving inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.
In a short while, the door opened.
Seeing so many people standing at the door, "Moody" was visibly startled.
The next second, he flew up and landed on a chair that suddenly appeared behind him, his hands and feet tightly bound.
"Are you Alastor Moody?" Dumbledore pointed his magic wand at him, "Who are you? Speak the truth!"
"Albus, I think this is a misunderstanding," the fake Moody forced a smile.
Yet Harry didn't want to give him a chance and cast a magic spell with a raised hand.
"Imperio (Soul Emergence)!"
The fake Moody became immediately befuddled.
He could resist Old Batty's Soul-snatching Curse, but faced with Harry's level of magic, his resistance was almost negligible.
After Harry used the Soul-snatching Curse, he saw a green "X" mark suddenly appear on the fake Moody's forehead in his field of vision.
Under the influence of the Soul-snatching Curse, the fake Moody revealed their whole plan.
Voldemort was preparing an evil magic that could resurrect his physical body—but the cost was requiring the blood of an enemy as a catalyst.
In fact, Voldemort had enemies everywhere, and capturing any of them could allow him to successfully resurrect, but Voldemort wanted Harry's blood. Not only did he want the powerful ancient magic in Harry's body, but also the magical protection that Lily had placed on him.
"So you plan to turn the object for the final task into a door key," Dumbledore's eyes flickered behind his half-moon shaped glasses, "and transfer it into a trap you've already prepared, right?"
"Yes," the fake Moody mumbled.
Dumbledore opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he could, the fake Moody began convulsing.
Gradually, the wounds on the fake Moody's face and body started disappearing, the skin became smooth, and the damaged nose healed and shrank.
The long gray hair shortened, turning light yellow—suddenly, with a clang, the wooden leg fell to the side, a real leg growing in its place.
Then, the magical eye popped out of the socket, replaced by a real eye.
The magical eye rolled around on the floor, turning erratically.
The original fake Moody, at this moment, turned into a young man, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with messy light blonde hair.
"Magic is truly mysterious," Harry said to Vivi, "I never thought that Polyjuice Potion could achieve this level; I bet it wasn't comfortable turning into Moody's shape, especially suddenly losing a leg..."
"If you'd like to know what it feels like, you can try it yourself," Vivi replied, not turning her head.
Harry shook his head; he definitely didn't want to experience that.
"So what should we do next?" Dumbledore turned and looked at Harry and Vivi.
No matter whether it was from the perspective of magic ability or age, Dumbledore was willing to listen to the opinions of the seniors.