Hu Ji didn't speak.
He kept reading.
Reading and reading.
Suddenly, Hu Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out instinctively: "How is that possible!"
Moody is dead!
Mad-Eye Moody!
Dumbledore's friend!
That righteous and reliable Auror!
The group chat hanging there exploded once again as expected:
"No way!"
"Moody is dead?"
"Voldemort did it himself!?"
"Damn, wasn't it supposed to be one death per book!?"
"Sacrificing Hedwig wasn't enough; now they have to add Moody's death?"
"No."
"The tradition of Harry Potter is one death per book. Hedwig is just an owl, so it doesn't count under that rule."
"Bullshit!"
"Hedwig may be an owl, but to me, she's as important as any other character!"
"Accept it, this is the old rascal."
"This is the cost of not killing off the three main characters."
"While it's an uncomfortable thing to say, if someone had to die, Moody's death is arguably better than the three main characters dying."
"Things will get better from here."
