Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 199: Moody’s “Help”
Mr. Crouch seemed to wake up from deep thought. He didn't say a word in the argument just now, as if the whole person was drifting off the court. Now he has completely recovered, and now he looks very haggard. , There are two deep shadows under the eyes, and the wrinkled skin is as white as paper and transparent.
During the Quidditch World Cup, he was very high-spirited.
"Your son is standing opposite you." Malfoy said heartily, sympathizing with this man.
But in a sense, he also took the blame.
Moody’s body was leaning against the fireplace, his normal eyes half-squinted at everything in front of him. Now that Harry successfully competed, there is no need for him to reveal Karkaroff’s short. Up.
"Okay," Crouch said at this time, "Guide. Yes...the first project..."
Soon, Crouch gave a general introduction to the first project, even if it was equivalent to not saying it.
According to him, this competition is to test the bravery of the warriors. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality of the wizard, so the content will be kept secret, only the time of the game is mentioned.
"But..." Karkaroff had another opinion now.
"We will discuss the method of compensation separately, Principal Karkaroff." Crouch guessed that the man wanted to start entanglement again, and said first.
Harry was a little distracted. He was still thinking about one of the words that 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."
"Ron might be envious if he knew it." He thought.
"We should say goodbye." Mrs. Maxim looked up at the quartz clock hanging next to the bookcase, and realized that it was late, "Furong, let's go."
"I'm even more looking forward to what will happen in future games." Fleur smiled and said to Malfoy. She flirted with her waist-length silver before turning her head to follow in the footsteps of Mrs. Maxim. Stepped out of this room.
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"Harry, good job!" Ron said cheerfully at the table at this time.
In the Gryffindor lounge, there was an atmosphere of joy, and they were all screaming, cheering, and whistling.
"Unexpectedly, when the third name came out, I thought we were just overwhelmed by Slytherin. I didn't expect Harry to give us such a big surprise." Fred picked Said the eyebrows.
"The Triwizard Tournament should now be renamed the Tournament Tournament." George said jokingly.
"Harry, how did you do it?" Hermione asked, sensitively thinking that something was wrong.
"I don't know." Harry shook his head helplessly, a little ashamed, he lied, and 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 for you." Harry stopped Moody, who was packing his teaching aids and was about to leave.
Of course, it's not so much a teaching aid as it is an insect corpse left behind after an 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 straightforwardly, "You have to believe in your abilities, Potter. , People who have defeated the Dark Lord will not be bound by this kind of magic that is only used for screening." Moody's normal eyes narrowed slightly, and said in a strange tone, no one would. Knowing how he would feel now facing this boy who made his master fall from the top.
"Yes, is it?" Harry asked with some suspicion. At this time, he suspected that Moody was perfunctory, and he was disappointed to leave.
"But." Moody's talk turned around 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 inspection. I don't think you have absolute confidence to let the Goblet of Fire recognize your strength, right?" Moody said as if inducing something.
"No one can guarantee, Mr. Moody." Although Harry replied that way, he heard something else from Moody's words.
"I can." Moody said with a smile, but this kind of appearance didn't match his eerie eye.
"This is not a convenient place to talk." Moody looked around and said, "Come to my office, we can have a good talk."
"Okay, Professor Moody." Harry was a little nervous at this time, but still followed him closely.
With a "crunch", the wooden door opened. Harry still remembered not long ago that he, Ron and Hermione were waiting for Professor Lupin in it, and he even ran into Sirius.
It turns out that when Professor Lu Ping was still there, he could often see some very strange and fresh dark magic creatures here, which Lu Ping used for them to study in the classroom. Now, there were a lot of weird things in the office, and Harry guessed that these were the things that Moody had used when he was an Auror.
On Moody's desk, there is something like a big cracked glass spinning top. Harry recognized it at a glance. It was a sight glass, because he also had one, but it was much smaller than Moody's. On the corner of a small table, there was a weird thing that looked a bit like a golden TV antenna, but it was distorted so badly that it kept making a slight buzzing noise. A mirror-like thing hung on the wall opposite Harry, but it was not reflecting the scene in the room. There were many dark figures dangling, but they were all vague and unreal.
"You seem to be very interested in my black magic detector?" Moody took the initiative to pass what was in his mouth as if he had seen through what Harry was thinking.
"Thank you." Harry took it and looked at it carefully.
"We can continue to talk about our business, Mr. Potter."
"You want to participate, but with all due respect, the possibility is unlikely. Senior students have already accounted for a large proportion of them, such as Hufflepuff’s Diggory Cedric, and his peers , The Slytherin student cooperated very well with me last year, and I also recognize his ability."
Moody explained the current situation, and every word he said made Harry a little bit frustrated. According to him, even if he could overcome Dumbledore's restrictions, he seemed unable to become a warrior.
"However, there are only three players in the Triwizard Tournament for a reason." Moody's turn to the front at this time ~ IndoMTL.com ~ turned quite far-fetched and illogical.
"Of course, Mr. Moody, if there are two warriors in a school, it will definitely be in big trouble. The other two schools will definitely not be happy, and the Goblet of Fire has already limited this." Hari used Hermione's kind of statement of facts and said without emotion.
Even if Hermione is not particularly interested in the Goblet of Fire, her habit still makes her dabble in some knowledge. After all, her friend may go to the competition, so Harry also knows a lot that Dumbledore did not mention at the time. Secret.
"What if there is a fourth school participating?" Moody asked.
"But now the only participating schools are Hogwarts, Boothbatton, and Demstrang." Harry immediately refuted Moody’s hypothesis and saw Moody’s eyes both straight. Staring straight at him made him a little hairy and his back was cold.
"What if there is a fourth school competing?" Moody asked again slowly.
Under a stirring spirit, Harry's confused eyes suddenly became clear.
"This is against the rules! Mr. Moody!" Harry said.
"Which school rule was violated, Mr. Potter? In my class, black magic can even be used on living insects. Will it be expelled if you cast a small curse on a dead object? ?"
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"Professor Moody, I have one last question."
"You said."
"Heh." Moody chuckled, limply walked to sit on a piece of shabby sand, and then stared at each other with the dark green eyes.
"Jaime, your father, I owe him too much, and his son deserves to move my bottom line a little bit backward." Moody raised his hand and said meaningfully.
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