Chapter 563: How to Pass the Level

"You like my dark detector, don't you?" said Moody, who was looking at Harry carefully.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to the zigzag golden antenna.

"Secret sensors. Tribulate when it detects lies and hidden truths. Of course it's useless here. There's so much distraction - there are students in every direction lying about why they didn't complete their homework. So from me It's been buzzing since we got here. I also had to turn off my Snicker because it kept buzzing. It's so sensitive that it can pick up signals within a mile. It’s not just the little things that kids take in,” he added in his growling voice.

"Then what is this mirror for?"

"Oh, that's my enemy mirror. See them lurking around? Unless I see the whites of their eyes in the mirror, I won't be in any big trouble.

But then I have to open my suitcase! "

He let out a short, harsh laugh and pointed to a large suitcase under the window.

The suitcase has a row of seven keyholes. Harry wondered what would be inside, but it was obviously the mirror that attracted Harry more.

Harry heard Fan Lin say that this thing has another name, called the Enemy Mirror.

Maybe he also needs one to grasp Voldemort's location.

Until Moody's question brought him back to reality.

"So, you discovered the dragon?"

Harry hesitated. He had been worried about this - he hadn't told Cedric, and had no intention of telling Moody - that Hagrid had broken the agreement.

"Nothing," said Moody, and he sat down, stretched out his wooden leg, and groaned.

"Cheating is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and it always has been."

"I didn't cheat," Harry said sternly, "I just found out about it - by accident."

Moody grinned. "I don't blame you, little shy. I told Dumbledore from the beginning that he can stay upright in the way he likes, but old Karkaroff and Maxim are not that noble. They told Their own warriors are all about winning. They want to defeat Dumbledore and prove that he is just a human being."

Moody laughed harshly again, and his evil eyes moved rapidly, making Harry very uncomfortable.

"So, have you figured out how to get past the dragon?" Moody asked.

"No." Harry answered.

"Ah, I'm not going to teach you," said Moody roughly, "I'm not partial, I don't.

I'm just going to give you some good, general advice. The first point is - use your power. "

"I don't have any power." Harry blurted out, but he had already finished what he wanted to say.

In fact, this was exactly the problem that had been bothering Harry.

If it were Fan Lin, he would only need to show the strength he showed in the Quidditch World Cup, or two-thirds of his strength could be pushed through with magic.

Simple, violent.

However, this is definitely not a method that Harry can master.

"No," Moody growled, "I said you have power, you have it. Now think about it, what are you best at?"

Harry tried to concentrate. Best at? Oh, that's easy, really—

"Quidditch!" he replied hesitantly, "and a lot more—"

"That's right," Moody said. He stared at Leigh, his alchemical eyes motionless. "I heard that you are an excellent pilot?"

"Well, yes, but..." Harry stared back at him, "I'm not allowed to use a broom, I only have a wand-"

"My second piece of advice," Moody interrupted loudly, "is to use a simple spell that works to help you get what you need."

Harry looked at him blankly, what did he need?

"Kid, think about it," Moody whispered. "Put it all together and it's easy to figure it out."

Suddenly Harry had an idea. He is best at flying, and he has to pass through the dragon guards in the air. So, he needs his rocket crossbow. And for the Thunder Rocket Crossbow, he needs——

"Hermione, Fanlin." Harry said softly.

Ten minutes later he rushed into Greenhouse Three and apologized hastily as he ran past Professor Sputraw.

"Hermione, I need your help."

"What do you think I've been trying to do, Harry?" she asked in a low voice. Looking over the top of the swaying cypress bush she was pruning, she looked dissatisfied.

"Hermione, I have until tomorrow afternoon to learn how to use the Flying Charm correctly."

So they started practicing. They skipped lunch and went straight to an empty classroom, where Harry tried his best to make various objects in the room fly towards him.

But it's still a bit difficult and not proficient enough. Those practice books and quills often lose their center of gravity halfway through the air and fall to the ground like stones.

"This won't work. I won't be able to call the broom from Gryffindor Tower." Harry was a little frustrated. His magic couldn't support such a long-distance concentration.

"It's going to take some doing, Harry."

The sudden sound surprised Harry.

"Method, but Fan Lin, what method?" Looking at Fan Lin walking in from the outside, although he said he didn't know the use of the bottle in his hand, Harry couldn't help but focus on it.

"Some simple methods, Harry." Fanlin said, "Moody's hint to you is not wrong, and it is very feasible."

Fanlin said, he naturally believed that the fake Moody would not deceive Harry.

On the contrary, Moody wanted Harry to succeed in the competition more than anyone else, especially in the first stage.

"But you also saw that I couldn't do it at all, the flying spell..."

"You need to concentrate Harry, you can do it." Fanlin said.

"But, there is no time." Harry was a little frustrated.

"Maybe, we can do some small tricks." Fanlin smiled mysteriously.

"What tricks? And what have you been doing these two days?" Hermione came over, and Fanlin exuded a bad smell.

"Where did you go? Could it be that you soaked in the potion with your clothes on?" Hermione said.

Fanlin was embarrassed...

Indeed, the smell on his body was really unpleasant. The smell of those damn herbal juices and dragon blood mixed together was really...

"Don't worry about this, let's talk about the flying spell first." Fanlin coughed awkwardly. Although his magic power was really cold, Fanlin still gave himself a cleaning spell.

It didn't feel good. The cold magic scraped across every inch of skin.

Every inch...

No wonder Professor Snape had a cold face of abstinence. Of course, if you don't look at his greasy hair...

Legend has it that Professor Snape's cleaning work is done by the cleansing spell. God knows how he endures this kind of torture for many years...

Or is it that this is the case with his magic power that has changed its nature?

This is a question worth pondering, but now...

"We just need to make a mark."

"Mark?" Harry didn't quite understand.

"Magic mark, on your broom, this can strengthen the connection between you."

"That's it."

Fanlin took out his wand, and a little crystal blue light was forced out of his wand.

"That's why you can't use my wand. In fact, everyone's magic is different, but the difference between my magic and yours is bigger."

"What's the use of this?"

"Strengthen the connection, Harry, strengthen the connection..." Fanlin said, "You should know that the flying spell requires you to establish a connection with the summoned object. When this connection is established, it can be said that part of your magic is always attached to the broom. As long as the distance is not too far, you can capture it."

"How far can it be?"

"More than Hogwarts." Fanlin said. "We don't have time, we must use these things."

Harry nodded. In fact, he wanted to master it himself, but he would face those big guys tomorrow.

Survival is the most important thing.

Relying on Fanlin's method, Harry learned to make magic marks in half an hour, and an hour later, Harry was very surprised to find that no matter how far the marked object was, he could clearly feel it.

"Am I cheating?"

"We are just following tradition..." Fanlin said righteously, with a righteous look on his face, and Harry almost believed his lies.

Why do I say that?

...

"And this..." Fanlin took out the potions, "Flame potion, if nothing unexpected happens, these potions can keep you alive in the dragon's flames... three minutes..."

"No accidents?"

"I haven't tried it." Fanlin said, "There are many factors to consider. There are four bottles here, corresponding to four dragons. In fact, for the flames of Chinese fireball dragons, this thing is not too powerful, and the time will be halved. After all, fireball dragons rely on powerful flames."

"That's good." Harry nodded, "At least I can survive."

"Maybe you can avoid physical attacks and then use this potion to withstand the flames." Fanlin said, "Don't worry, the basic formula is Professor Snape's, we drank it in the first grade."

Harry nodded, he still remembered that feeling, relying on the body to pass through the flames

"The rest depends on you, Harry!" Fanlin said, and Hermione looked at Harry with a worried look...

"You have done enough." Harry said, "Maybe, we can have a celebration party tomorrow night to celebrate that I am still alive."

Several people suddenly laughed. Although it was unreasonable, at least they knew that their efforts were not in vain.

If Harry did not succeed, he would be too sorry for his friends.

Fanlin believed in Harry's courage, just as he believed in his own magic. (To be continued)