December 26, suburbs of London.
It’s just 0:30 am now. Although Christmas has been over, Christmas songs are still ringing everywhere in this suburban town.
Three or four young men and women wearing Christmas hats on their heads, holding a few fireworks that had not been lit in their hands, and walked through the snowy road with laughter and joy.
The neon lights hanging on the pine and cypress trees on the roadside were constantly flashing with various colors of light, and some passers-by had noticed the old and young who were walking into the town along the road.
The old man is a lame old man. He has a wooden leg that is not convenient and limps when walking on the snow.
But looking at him, normal people cannot feel any sympathy of pity.
His long gray hair was scattered behind him, with a few scars on his face that were not obvious, his face was vicissitudes, and his back was slightly hunched, but under his solemn expression, he exuded a horrifying aura.
Walking side by side with him was a young man who looked only in his early twenties.
Compared with the lame old man, this young man looks much more handsome and pleasing to the eye, but the two of them are all the same weird. They are all black, like a popular robe in the Middle Ages.
“If you accept my proposal and change into normal clothes before you come out, maybe we won’t be looked at by so many eyes.”
Sherlock complained. It was not that he had not reminded Moody, but this retired Auror nicknamed “Crazy Eyes” was a bit too stubborn in some aspects.
Moody didn’t care about the gazes around him at all, and he said in a rough voice.
“Muggle clothes are so inconvenient, and even the wand is not suitable for hiding. Besides, I have been wearing this out at the dance for this trip.”
“Professor Sinista is your dance companion tonight, right? She didn’t complain about your outfit?”
“Do you think we older people care about this? But when dancing, she always worried that my wooden prosthetics would step on her feet. Hum, she didn’t know that when I was young, she was always popular dance companions at the Ministry of Magic.”
“She doesn’t care about your outfit, but she will definitely care about what you said just now that she was older.”
“Shut up! I will only say in private that her age is not a gentleman’s behavior in front of the lady!”
The two walked and chatted, and soon arrived at the edge of the town.
There are not many houses here, and there are not many wheat fields, but the trees are lush.
Even if they left the town, they didn’t stop and kept walking deep into the woods.
“Crouch’s manor is here?” Sherlock couldn’t help asking curiously.
Moody shook his head.
“The pure blood family’s manors are usually built in remote places, so as to prevent being disturbed by Muggles. As a wizard family with a long history, the Crouch family certainly would not build their own manor next to a small Muggle town.”
“This is just Barty Crouch’s own residence. In order to deal with magical things in London, he specially prepared a house when he was the boss. Later, he lived here forever. The Crouch family’s ancestral home was uninhabited.”
Moody certainly had enough say in his understanding of this former director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department.