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He
was
looking
down
into
a
kind
of
pit
,
an
underground
room
,
and
lying
on
the
floor
some
ten
feet
below
,
apparently
fast
asleep
,
thin
and
starved
in
appearance
,
was
the
real
Mad-Eye
Moody
.
His
wooden
leg
was
gone
,
the
socket
that
should
have
held
the
magical
eye
looked
empty
beneath
its
lid
,
and
chunks
of
his
grizzled
hair
were
missing
.
Harry
stared
,
thunderstruck
,
between
the
sleeping
Moody
in
the
trunk
and
the
unconscious
Moody
lying
on
the
floor
of
the
office
.
Dumbledore
climbed
into
the
trunk
,
lowered
himself
,
and
fell
lightly
onto
the
floor
beside
the
sleeping
Moody
.
He
bent
over
him
.
"
Stunned
-
controlled
by
the
Imperius
Curse
-
very
weak
,
"
he
said
.
"
Of
course
,
they
would
have
needed
to
keep
him
alive
.
Harry
,
throw
down
the
imposter
's
cloak
-
he
's
freezing
.
Madam
Pomfrey
will
need
to
see
him
,
but
he
seems
in
no
immediate
danger
.
"
Harry
did
as
he
was
told
;
Dumbledore
covered
Moody
in
the
cloak
,
tucked
it
around
him
,
and
clambered
out
of
the
trunk
again
.
Then
he
picked
up
the
hip
flask
that
stood
upon
the
desk
,
unscrewed
it
,
and
turned
it
over
.
A
thick
glutinous
liquid
splattered
onto
the
office
floor
.
"
Polyjuice
Potion
,
Harry
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
You
see
the
simplicity
of
it
,
and
the
brilliance
.
For
Moody
never
does
drink
except
from
his
hip
flask
,
he
's
well
known
for
it
.
The
imposter
needed
,
of
course
,
to
keep
the
real
Moody
close
by
,
so
that
he
could
continue
making
the
potion
.
You
see
his
hair
...
"
Dumbledore
looked
down
on
the
Moody
in
the
trunk
.
"
The
imposter
has
been
cutting
it
off
all
year
,
see
where
it
is
uneven
?
But
I
think
,
in
the
excitement
of
tonight
,
our
fake
Moody
might
have
forgotten
to
take
it
as
frequently
as
he
should
have
done
...
on
the
hour
...
every
hour
...
.
We
shall
see
.
"
Dumbledore
pulled
out
the
chair
at
the
desk
and
sat
down
upon
it
,
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
unconscious
Moody
on
the
floor
.
Harry
stared
at
him
too
.
Minutes
passed
in
silence
...
.
Then
,
before
Harry
's
very
eyes
,
the
face
of
the
man
on
the
floor
began
to
change
.
The
scars
were
disappearing
,
the
skin
was
becoming
smooth
;
the
mangled
nose
became
whole
and
started
to
shrink
.
The
long
mane
of
grizzled
gray
hair
was
withdrawing
into
the
scalp
and
turning
the
color
of
straw
.
Suddenly
,
with
a
loud
clunk
,
the
wooden
leg
fell
away
as
a
normal
leg
regrew
in
its
place
;
next
moment
,
the
magical
eyeball
had
popped
out
of
the
man
's
face
as
a
real
eye
replaced
it
;
it
rolled
away
across
the
floor
and
continued
to
swivel
in
every
direction
.
Harry
saw
a
man
lying
before
him
,
pale-skinned
,
slightly
freckled
,
with
a
mop
of
fair
hair
.
He
knew
who
he
was
.
He
had
seen
him
in
Dumbledore
's
Pensieve
,
had
watched
him
being
led
away
from
court
by
the
dementors
,
trying
to
convince
Mr.
Crouch
that
he
was
innocent
...
but
he
was
lined
around
the
eyes
now
and
looked
much
older
...
.
There
were
hurried
footsteps
outside
in
the
corridor
.
Snape
had
returned
with
Winky
at
his
heels
.
Professor
McGonagall
was
right
behind
them
.
