"He did a lot of work with the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said bitterly. "He said he realized his mistake, and then he named a lot of people... He threw a lot of people into Azkaban , to take his place... I can tell you that he's not very popular there. As far as I know, he has been teaching black arts to the students of his school since he got out. So, you also have to beware of that Dum Strong's warrior."
"If he is still loyal to his master, then Harry will be very dangerous." Sirius continued, gesturing with his hand.
Harry felt that his heart seemed to be filled with lead at this time, heavy, and it seemed that it was so difficult to beat.
In addition to facing the ferocious and brutal fire dragon, might he also have to guard against plots outside the arena
"Oh, relax, Harry." Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder, realizing that he might have said it, and said comfortingly, "Dumbledore won't tolerate his little tricks, Mad-Eye Mu Di is the helper he invited, and he will be responsible for monitoring Karkaroff."
When Moody was mentioned, Harry's body froze, and then he suddenly asked Sirius, "Does Professor Moody know my parents?"
"Why did you suddenly think of asking this question?" Sirius was a little strange, "I don't know, maybe, maybe we know each other." He speculated, "Well, it's very possible, we were all under the leadership of Dumbledore at that time, Together against Voldemort, James, Lily, and Moody are all members of one of the organizations." Then Sirius gradually became convinced, and added.
It is impossible for members of the Order of the Phoenix to perform tasks alone all the time, otherwise the meaning of establishing this organization will be lost.
When Sirius mentioned Voldemort's name, Ron still shivered unconsciously.
"I was also a member at the time, but I often ran around outside. You know, Animagus will make it very convenient for me to collect information. No one will pay attention to a black dog, will they?"
Harry nodded approvingly, and his misgivings faded away, amused that he doubted Moody's thoughts.
If he really wanted to harm himself and induce himself to participate in the competition, then why did he try his best to help him? He was also given hints for his first project.
There was only one answer—Moody really wanted to help him.
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Many students seemed absent-minded in this day's class. Today is Tuesday, November 24, 1994. It is an ordinary and unusual day. The event that attracts worldwide attention-the first event of the Triwizard Tournament will be held held today.
In the morning class, Professor McGonagall's superb transfiguration seems to have lost its eye-catching effect today, and Professor Flitwick's skillful spellcasting also failed to attract more people's attention.
Not to mention a scripted, tedious lecture by a ghostly professor, all in all, the morning class is over quickly.
"Come with me, Draco." After Malfoy finished his lunch in the auditorium, Snape walked to Malfoy's table in his black robes and greasy long black hair. At this time, he just put down the knife and fork in his hand.
"Okay, Professor Snape," Malfoy replied, standing up.
"Is the game about to start?" Pansy asked in a low voice at this moment.
"Yes, Miss Parkinson." Snape said in a nonchalant tone, "Also, my suggestion is that you'd better watch the game quietly with the students from the same academy later, so as not to affect the warrior's performance." Looking at Pansy who wanted to stand up from the dining table and follow Pansy, Snape couldn't help but mocked.
"Don't worry." Malfoy gave Pansy a reassuring look, maybe it was the situation he revealed before, or maybe it was the absolute confidence revealed in Malfoy's eyes now, Pansy's hanging heart slowly eased down.
"Come on," she said.
"If you can come back safely... I will give you a reward..." Pan Xi lowered his head and said a little shyly. Very nervous.
"Then I might have to think about how to fail decently." Malfoy teased, as if avoiding her reward.
Pan Xi's small movements stopped suddenly, and those beautiful eyebrows were about to be completely erected.
Malfoy looked at Pansy about to blow his hair again, and comforted him: "Okay, just kidding, if I don't leave, I might really fail because of being late. I'm waiting for your reward." He smiled and said, not at all The nervousness you should have before a game.
Then the two left the auditorium, walked down the stone steps slowly, and came outdoors.
It was a cold afternoon, the cold wind kept blowing Snape's black robes, his face was still indifferent, and Malfoy's choice of clothes today was a navy blue men's jacket that was easy to move around. He looked simple and neat, and if he was not holding a wand in his hand, no one would think of him as a wizard.
"Severus, we have to hurry up." An old but energetic voice came from behind the two, and Professor McGonagall beckoned to them. She was standing with Harry at this time, leading He quickly walked towards the two of them, and after seeing Harry, Snape's indifferent expression suddenly turned into deep disgust, and because of the cold wind, his slightly purple lips were pursed even tighter. up.
"Okay, don't be nervous," she said, turning her head to Harry, holding his shoulders with some dry hands: "keep your head calm... We have arranged some wizards to be around, and if the situation is not good, they will come forward To control the situation... the most important thing is to give full play to your own ability, no one will think that you are inferior to others... are you okay?" While walking, she was also giving Harry "psychological counseling" and "warfare". pre-mobilization".
The four of them walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was. As they approached the clump of trees from which they could have seen the grounds, they saw a tent erected there, sheltering the dragons, with the entrance of the tent facing them.
"You'll have to go in with the other warriors," Professor McGonagall said to Harry, her voice trembling, "and wait for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is inside too...he'll put the — the steps tell you... good luck."
"Thanks," said Harry in a monotonous, drifting voice.
"And Mr. Malfoy, I wish you the same luck." Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy in front of Snape and said.
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded.
"It's more realistic to worry about our Mr. Potter." Snape said sarcastically, the ends of those deep and deep eyes were filled with hatred - in Harry's view, he probably wished he could die in the Under the fangs and claws of the fire dragon, or be burned to death by the flames.