During the Quidditch World Cup, he was in high spirits.
"Your son is standing right across from you," Malfoy said thoughtfully, with such a little sympathy for the man.
But in a sense, he is also to blame.
Half of Moody's body was leaning against the fireplace, his normal eyes half-closed to look at everything in front of him. Now that Harry had successfully entered the competition, there was no need for him to expose Karkaroff's shortcomings.
"Okay," Crouch said at this point, "Guide. Yeah...first project..."
Soon, Crouch gave a general introduction to the first project, even if it was equivalent to saying nothing.
According to him, this competition is to test the courage of the warriors. Dare to face unknown things is an important quality of wizards, so the content will be kept secret, and only the time of the competition is mentioned.
"But..." Karkaroff now had another opinion.
"We will discuss the method of compensation separately, Principal Karkaroff." Crouch guessed that the man wanted to start entanglement again, and said first.
Harry, on the other hand, was a little distracted, still thinking about one of the words Crouch said just now: "The Goblet of Fire competition is very demanding, and the warriors need to put a lot of energy into it, so they can skip the school year exam."
"If Ron knew, he might be very envious," he thought.
"It's time for us to leave." Madam Maxim looked up at the quartz clock hanging next to the bookcase, only to realize that it was getting late, "Fleur, let's go."
"Now I am more looking forward to what will happen in the future competition." Fleur said to Malfoy with a smile on her face, brushed her waist-length silver hair, and then turned her head to follow Madam Maxim's footsteps. Step out of this room.
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"Harry, well done!" Ron said happily at the table at this time.
There was joy in the Gryffindor common room, they were all screaming, cheering, and whistling.
"Unexpectedly, when the third name was sprayed out, I thought we were just overwhelmed by Slytherin. I didn't expect Harry to give us such a big surprise." Fred said with raised eyebrows.
"Now the Triwizard Tournament should be renamed as the Four-wizard Tournament." George said jokingly.
"Harry, how did you do it?" Hermione asked, sensitively thinking that something was wrong.
"I don't know either." Harry shook his head helplessly, feeling a little ashamed in his heart that he lied, and at the same time suddenly remembered what Moody had told him in private.
Not long ago, after an ordinary Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Mr. Moody, wait, I have a question to ask you." Harry stopped Moody who was packing up teaching aids and was about to leave.
Of course, it is not so much a teaching aid as an insect corpse left after the experiment.
"Oh, Potter, I know what you want to ask, you also want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Moody looked at the empty classroom, and then said straight to the point, "You have to believe in your ability, Potter, once defeated Those who have passed the Dark Lord will not be bound by this kind of magic that is only used for screening." Moody narrowed his normal eyes slightly, and said in a strange tone, no one would know that he is now What would it be like to face this boy who made his master fall from the peak.
"Yes, is it?" Harry asked with some doubts. At this time, he suspected that Moody was perfunctory, and was about to leave disappointed.
"But." Moody changed the topic at this time, and the magic eye trembled.
"Even if you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, you can't guarantee that your name will be sprayed out during the test. I don't think you have the absolute confidence to let the Goblet of Fire recognize your strength?" Moody seemed As if inducing something, he said so.
"No one can guarantee that, Mr. Moody." Although Harry answered in this way, he could hear something else from Moody's words.
"I can." Moody said with a smile, but this kind look didn't match his eerie magic eye anyway.
"This is not an easy place to talk." Moody looked around, and then said, "Come to my office, we can have a good talk."
"Okay, Professor Moody." Harry felt a little uneasy at this moment, but he still followed closely behind him.
With a "creak", the wooden door opened in response. Harry still remembered that not long ago he, Ron and Hermione were waiting for Professor Lupine inside, and even met Sirius by chance.
It turned out that when Professor Lupine was still there, he could often see some very wonderful and fresh black magic creatures here, which were brought by Lupine for them to learn in the classroom. Now, the office was filled with a whole bunch of eccentric gadgets that Harry guessed had been used by Moody when he was an Auror.
On Moody's desk, there was what looked like a large cracked glass spinning top. Harry recognized it immediately as a looking glass, for he had one himself, though much smaller than Moody's. In the corner of a small table sat an odd object that looked a bit like a golden TV antenna, but twisted so badly that it hummed softly. There was something like a mirror hanging on the wall opposite Harry, but it didn't reflect the scene in the room. There were many dark figures swaying around, but they were all blurred and unrecognizable.
"You seem to be very interested in my dark magic detector?" Moody, as if he could see through what Harry was thinking, actively passed the thing in his mouth.
"Thank you." Harry took it over and looked it over carefully.
"We can get on with our business, Mr. Potter."
"You want to participate, but with all due respect, the possibility is not great. Senior students already account for a huge proportion of them, such as Hufflepuff's Digory Cedric, and the same age, Slytherin The student from last year also cooperated quite well with me, and I also recognize his strength."
Moody explained the current situation, and every word he said made Harry feel a little frustrated. According to him, even if he could surpass Dumbledore's restrictions, he seemed unable to become a warrior.
"However, there is a reason why there are only three contestants in the Triwizard Tournament." Moody changed the topic at this time, which was quite far-fetched and illogical.
"Of course, Mr. Moody, if a school has two warriors, it will definitely cause big trouble, and the other two schools will definitely not be happy, and the Goblet of Fire has already restricted this." Harry Herr Min said in that unemotional tone of stating the facts.
Even though Hermione was not particularly interested in the Goblet of Fire, her habit still allowed her to dabble in part of the knowledge. After all, her friends might participate in the competition, so Harry knew a lot of secrets that Dumbledore didn't mention at the time.
"What if there's a fourth school competing?" Moody asked.
"But the only participating schools are Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang." Harry immediately refuted Moody's hypothesis, and saw Moody's eyes staring straight at him. Looking at him, it made him a little hairy and chills down his spine.
"What if there is a fourth school participating?" Moody asked again slowly.
With a shock, Harry's confused eyes suddenly cleared up.
"It's against the rules! Mr. Moody!" said Harry.
"Which school rule did you violate, Mr. Potter? In my class, black magic can even be cast on living insects. Would you be expelled if you cast a small curse on a dead object?"
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"Professor Moody, I have one last question."
"you say."
"Heh." Moody chuckled, limped to a somewhat worn-out sofa and sat down, then the magic eye and the pair of green eyes looked at each other.
"James, your father, I owe him too much. His son deserves to push my bottom line back a little bit." Moody raised his hand and said meaningfully.