Chapter 562 Reminders and Guidance

In fact, Fanlin did not cause any damage.

A friendly water balloon slowly filled with Fan Lin's smile on the outside and MMP greetings in his heart.

Fanlin has never had a good impression of these Death Eaters, especially Karkaroff, who betrayed them all the time.

However, although Fan Lin felt disdainful, Fan Lin still had to admit Karkaroff's skills.

Although there is no sure solution, those who do anything unscrupulous always have a high chance of success.

It turns out that Harry was able to succeed only with the help of the fake Moody, Barty Crouch Jr.

No matter which competition it was, although Krum's brain was not very good, but in terms of personal strength alone, there was absolutely no comparison between Harry and Klum during this period.

Being able to barely stand in front of Voldemort was just the link between the pre-flashback spell and the wand.

But... this is enough, which is why the champion is not Krum or Cedric...

It was Harry's condition that made Fan Lin very worried.

The more you come into contact with things like dragons, the more you will understand how terrifying they are.

That kind of unreasonable destructive power is simply not something a little wizard can resist.

The dragon problem has become the most important issue at present.

However, Harry was obviously not a fragile person. By the time Fan Lin and the two returned to Gryffindor, at least Harry had transferred his energy to one of the four fire dragons.

In fact, Hermione was absolutely right.

"We have to try to keep you alive until Tuesday night," she said desperately, "and then we'll think about Karkaroff."

The two men walked around the lake three times, trying to find a spell that could defeat the dragon. But with no clue, Yu returned to the library. In the library, Harry pulled out every book he could find about dragons, but those books only led him to search again.

"The devil's claws are cut off by magic and the filth on the scale is dealt with. This spell is of no use at all. It is used to strengthen the body of lunatics like Hagrid."

"Dragons are difficult to kill because ancient magic has given them thick skin that only the most powerful spells can pierce. But Sirius clearly said that a simple spell can do the same."

"Then let's find some easier magic books," Harry said, putting aside the book "The Man Who Loved Dragons Too Much."

He returned to the table holding a stack of magic books, put the books down, and began to look through them.

Hermione insisted in a low voice beside him, "Oh, there is a swapping spell, but why do we need to swap?

Unless you want to trade its wings for some wine gum or something, in which case it's not that dangerous. The problem is, as the book says, things can penetrate dragon skin. I want to transform the dragon, but for such a big dragon, I doubt even Professor McGonagall may be able to do it. Otherwise, you plan to cast magic on yourself. ? Give yourself a boost of strength? But those magics are not easy. I mean, I have never tried them in class. I only learned about this kind of magic because I had to do an O.W.L internship report. "

"Hermione!" Harry said through his teeth, "Can you shut up for a moment?

I tried my best to concentrate, but as soon as Hermione said nothing, Harry's brain was filled with a monotonous buzzing sound, which made it impossible for him to concentrate at all. He looked desperately at the index "The Insolent and the Angry Ones". The instant continuous scalping technique in "Basic Magic", but dragons have no hair, which may increase the dragon's firepower; the horn and tongue removal technique is exactly what Harry needs, and can be regarded as an additional weapon.

"Oh no, he's back again, why can't he read on his own damn ship?" Hermione said angrily. At this time Werther. Karen walked in with his head lowered, glanced at them, and sat in a far corner with a pile of books.

"Come on, Harry, let's go back to the common room. His followers will be here soon, and they will be chattering again."

Indeed, as soon as they stood up, a group of girls crept past them, one of them even wore a Bulgarian scarf around her waist.

Harry barely slept a wink that night. When he woke up in the morning, his first serious thought was running away from Hogwarts. But when he looked around the Great Hall while eating breakfast and thought about what it would mean to escape from the castle, he knew that he couldn't do it. This was the only place where he could get happiness. Well, he thought that he had also been with his parents before. It must have been happy, but he couldn't remember it.

At any rate, he felt a little calmed by the realization that he would rather stay here and face a dragon than go back to Privette Street to be with Dali.

It seems that we can only rely on Fan Lin who doesn't know what he is busy with.

Harry had difficulty swallowing the bacon (his throat was terribly sore).

When he and Hermione stood up to leave, they saw Cedric Diggory also leaving the Hufflepuff table.

Cedric doesn't know yet, he's the only warrior who doesn't know.

If Harry guessed correctly, Madame Maxime and Karkaroff had already told Fleur and Krum.

"Hermione, you go first, I will go to the classroom to find you," Harry said, watching Cedric leave the auditorium and made a decision, "Let's go, I will catch up with you."

"Harry, you're going to be late, the bell is going to ring soon—"

"I'll catch up, okay?"

By the time Harry retreated to the bottom of the marble stairs, Cedric was at the top, surrounded by a group of sixth-years. Harry didn't want to talk to Cedric in front of them; the guys quoted Rita Skeeter every time he came near. Harry kept his distance from Cedric and saw him walking towards the spell corridor.

This gave Harry an idea. He stood still, pulled out his wand, aimed it carefully, and shouted.

"Diffind!"

Cedric's pockets were ripped. Parchment, quills, and books fell out and scattered on the ground. Several bottles of ink were broken.

"I won't bother you, I'll just do it myself," Cedric said a little annoyed, not letting his friends bend down to help him carry things, "Tell Professor Welliver I'll be here soon, go ahead! "

This is exactly what Harry hoped to happen. It must be said that Harry has learned the true story of Fan Lin.

He put his wand back in his robes and waited until Cedric's friends had disappeared into the classroom before quickly walking up, leaving him and Cedric alone in the corridor.

"Hi!" Cedric greeted as he picked up a copy of the "Advanced Transfiguration Guide", which was soaked with ink. "My pocket just tore, it's a brand new pocket."

"Cedric," said Harry, "First duty is the dragon!" "What?" said Cedric, looking up.

"Dragon!" Harry repeated quickly, just in case Professor Welliver came out to see what Cedric was doing.

"There are four of them, one for each of us, and we have to get past those dragons!"

Cedric stared at Harry. Harry saw in his eyes some of the panic he had been feeling since Saturday night.

"Are you sure?" Cedric asked in a serious tone.

"Certainly," Harry replied.

"But how did you find out? We're not supposed to know."

"Never mind it," Harry said immediately - he knew Hagrid would be in trouble if he told the truth. "I'm not the only one who knows. Fleur and Krum know now too - Madame Maxime and Karkaroff have also seen dragons."

Cedric stood up, his arms covered with ink-stained quills, parchments, and books, his torn sack slung over his shoulders. He stared at Harry again, with a confused, almost suspicious look in his eyes.

"Why did you tell me?" Cedric asked.

Harry looked at him in disbelief. Harry was sure Cedric wouldn't ask him that if he saw the dragon himself. Harry wouldn't want his worst enemy to face those monsters unprepared.

"It's just, fair, isn't it?" he said to Cedric. "We all know now, we're all on the same page, right?"

Cedric was still looking at him a little suspiciously.

Suddenly Harry heard a familiar crash behind him and turned around, seeing Mad-Eye Moody walking out of a nearby classroom.

"Come with me, Potter?" he growled. "Digory, come on."

Harry looked at Moody a little worriedly. Did he hear the conversation they just had?

"Well—Professor, I should go to herbalism class—"

"Don't worry, come to my office."

Harry had no choice but to follow him, wondering what was going to happen to him this time.

What if Moody wanted to know how he discovered the dragon thing?

Will Moody go to Dumbledore to punish Hagrid, or simply turn him into a ferret?

Hey, if he were a ferret, it would be easier to pass the fire dragon, Harry thought dullly. He would be much smaller, and it would be much harder to see him from fifty feet high...

He followed Moody into the office.

Moody closed the door behind him and turned to look at Harry, his magic eye and his other normal eye fixed on Harry.

"Potter, you have just done a very noble thing," Moody said calmly.

Harry simply didn't know how to respond, it wasn't the reaction he had expected at all.

"Sit down!" Moody said again.

So Harry sat down and looked around.

He had been here during the previous two owners of this office. When Professor Gilderoy Lockhart was around, there was a photo of the professor smiling and winking on the wall. While Lupine was here, you were more likely to encounter some of the fascinating dark creatures the professor had acquired for use in class.

It was different now. Everything in the office was filled with strange items, which Harry assumed Moody had used during his days as an Auror.

On the table lay a large, cracked, spinning top of glass, which Harry recognized immediately as a Snickerdoodle, for he had one of his own, albeit much smaller than Moody's.

There was something like a particularly curved, golden TV antenna placed on the small table in the corner, and it also made a slight hum. There was something like a mirror hanging on the wall facing Harry, but there was no image of the room in it. There were just a few images moving around like shadows, but none of them were clearly displayed. (To be continued)