"Is this what Dumbledore was looking for?"
Moody, who had been thoroughly doused with Black Lake water by the House-elf Grey, finally recovered a bit of his spirit.
However, Moody's gaze towards Grey was very complex. Heaven knew the horror Moody felt when he wanted to drink water and saw Grey preparing to pee for him. Fortunately, he stopped Grey quickly, otherwise his reputation would have been completely ruined.
Why would Grey pee for him when there was such a large lake? This House-elf definitely had a problem with its brain. Having this thing, it was truly Tom Riddle's good fortune.
"Probably, there's nothing else in the stone basin."
As if not understanding Moody's emotions, Grey still looked at him with innocent big eyes, making Moody involuntarily turn his head and, with his remaining strength, open the locket.
"Lumos!"
By the faint light from his wand, Moody read the small note inside the locket.
"To the Dark Lord:
I have long been dead by the time you read this.
But I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.
I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be killed.
R.A.B."
"Dark Lord... Horcrux... R.A.B..."
Moody muttered to himself. Things seemed to be getting more and more complicated. In this instant, he felt like he had lived for decades in vain, yet he understood the magic world less and less.
After carefully putting the note back into the locket and then securing the locket in his pocket, he heard the House-elf Grey next to him say, "Mr. Moody, have you finished? Are we leaving now?"
"Do you have any way to leave?"
Although he didn't trust this House-elf much, there was no other option in the current situation; he could only try anything.
"Of course, Grey will take you away now."
With that, Grey reached out and grabbed Moody's arm, directly Apparating him away.
"We have left, Mr. Moody."
Hearing Grey's words, Moody didn't have time to be surprised that the House-elf's Apparition could ignore anti-Apparition magic. Leaning against the stone wall, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Dumbledore, Tom, and Grindelwald all staring at him.
"???"
"!!!"
So this was what 'leaving' meant. This ******* didn't just send him back again, did it?
Sure enough, he shouldn't have trusted this House-elf. Truly, !!!
Dumbledore and Tom, who had gradually turned their death match into a friendly match, tacitly stopped when Moody and Grey appeared.
Tom looked at Moody's state and curiously asked Grey, "What happened to Moody? Did he drink all the Potion?"
"Yes, Master. As per Master's suggestion, I fed Mr. Moody the Potion in his favorite mouth-to-mouth method, and he even shed tears of excitement."
Grey replied respectfully.
Upon hearing Grey's words, Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at Moody with incredulous eyes, then turned their gaze to Tom.
So this is the Alastor Moody you are, and this is the Tom Riddle you are.
Moody felt Dumbledore and Grindelwald's gazes and understood the meaning in their eyes. He instantly felt like the sky had fallen. Why didn't he die in the Wizarding War? What was the point of staying alive for so many years, just wasting food?
As for Tom, he was almost immune to Dumbledore and Grindelwald's gazes by now. At this moment, he felt extremely excited, even secretly rubbing his little hands.
Oh my, Moody and a House-elf, could it get any more explosive? Although he didn't remember giving Grey this suggestion, he had to admit it was well done.
When he returned, Tom would definitely extract this memory, preserve it well, and enjoy it repeatedly.
Oh, and maybe it could even be used as a promotional video for a theme of the Aberforth's Club, after all, there were quite a few people in this world who enjoyed the bizarre.
Moody, lying like a corpse on the ground, had no idea that he had been completely set up by Tom. At this moment, Grey reached into Moody's pocket and took out the locket.
Moody wanted to reach out and stop him, but the Lumos spell on the island had already used up his last bit of strength. Now he couldn't even move a single finger, completely powerless to stop Grey's actions.
Grey held the locket and respectfully handed it to Tom.
Tom took the locket, and without even looking at it, threw it directly to Dumbledore: "Here, Professor, this is what you wanted."
Seeing this scene, Moody didn't know where he found the strength, pointing at Tom and Dumbledore with his hand: "You... you... you all..."
At this moment, Moody felt like a joke, being played in the palm of these people's hands, willingly serving as a pawn, enduring humiliation, and ultimately getting such a result.
The immense shock, combined with the effects of the Potion, made Moody unable to bear it any longer, and he fainted.
"Expelliarmus!"
Just as Dumbledore's attention was focused on the locket and Moody, a red light flashed, and Tom successfully ambushed him, knocking the elder wand from his hand.
But after successfully ambushing him, Tom felt no surprise at acquiring the third elder wand; instead, he frowned.
"Are you wondering why you haven't become the master of the elder wand?"
Grindelwald, who was standing by, unhurriedly picked up the elder wand and smiled at Tom.
"Because the master of the elder wand is me now."
"!"
Tom looked at Grindelwald in shock: "When did that happen?"
"Just now, when you were fabricating stories. If I hadn't ambushed Albus, how could you have finished telling such a wonderful story?"
Grindelwald didn't mind sharing this little interlude with Tom.
"Then I really have to thank you, Professor Grindelwald," Tom pouted, "I just don't know if Professor Dumbledore can win back the ownership of the elder wand after he wins when you two are fighting like Goblins."
"?!"
Grindelwald was shocked by Tom's words. What kind of thought process was this?
But Tom, seeing Grindelwald's shocked expression, seemed to have discovered a new continent and tentatively asked, "Professor Grindelwald, don't you know? No way! Is it that you've never won against Professor Dumbledore in bed?"
"Tom Riddle!"
Grindelwald gritted his teeth, and a spell blasted forward. The second round of the top Wizard's real-life PK officially began.
Dumbledore ignored their squabbling, opened the locket, and read the note inside.
But after reading it, Dumbledore's mood became even heavier.
Things were both within his expectations and far beyond them.
The Horcrux existed, but who exactly was R.A.B.?