Your glasses see something odd

Numbers fell in my vision. Alerting me to something I didn't understand.

Alistair Moody

100% chance to not actually be who he says he is

100% chance, to not be who he said he was. Was this saying he wasn't Alastair Moody? But who was he then?

It seemed an investigation was in order. Although I had gotten in trouble many times for similar investigations. Maybe this time it was better to plan it out a bit. I could even try to enlist the help of Hermione. But how could I even make her understand how I knew this person who very much looked like Mad Eye Moody wasn't him?

Again the black haired girl pulled up her skirt flashing her panties to Hermione. But Hermione ignored her. My focus was off Moody for a second, enjoying the curvature of her ass when others wouldn't. When I turned back I saw him drinking from a flask. Was he drinking **** in front of all of us?

I had some ways to figure it out. But I would need a distraction. Which as far as I was aware left me with a couple options. Hermione wouldn't help me on a whim. But Michael, would. And so too would Padma who was sitting in the front of class with her sister Parvati.