Chapter 688: The Hidden Part of the Prophecy
"I should never have agreed with Fudge to come to Hogwarts and teach Defence Against the Dark Arts!"
The next morning, the Hospital Wing stirred as everyone woke up. Tonks lay in her bed, glancing at the bandages wrapped tightly around her.
"I knew this day would come," she murmured, resigned. "Just look at Alastor. It's been a year since he left, and he still hasn't shaken the Curse."
"Don't be ridiculous," said Moody, seated beside her. "Being an Auror means getting injured is part of the job. What does that have to do with the Defence Against the Dark Arts curse?"
"Then why is Kingsley fine?" Tonks shot back, her lips pursed.
"Because he's strong enough," Moody replied sharply. "Whether it's Kingsley, Remus, or Sirius, when they're at the peak of their powers, they have the energy and reflexes to fight off Death Eaters."
His tone grew heavier as he leaned closer. "And the same goes for you. You're too laid-back and not using your strengths to their full potential. As a natural-born Metamorphmagus, fighting head-on with enemies is the stupidest thing you could do. Why not take on the appearance of a Death Eater instead?"
"And what about your vigilance? When you first joined the Aurors, I reminded you countless times to always be ready to cast a Shield Charm in combat."
The ward felt like a classroom as Moody began listing Tonks's past mistakes, leaving her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"The Death Eaters all wear black hoods and masks," she argued weakly. "Our clothes are different, so changing appearances wouldn't help."
"Ah, really?" Moody replied coldly. "Maybe I'll have a chat with Minerva. I'm sure she never taught you how to change your clothing in Transfiguration class."