“Nice socks, Potter,” Moody growled as he passed, his magical eye staring through Harry’s robes. “Oh — yeah, Dobby the house-elf knitted them for me,” said Harry, grinning. “He is so creepy!” Parvati whispered as Moody clunked away. “I don’t think that eye should be allowed!”
Wtf else is this man looking at underneath the robes of children?
