Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 215: The first project
"He has done a lot of work with the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said bitterly. "He said that he recognized his mistakes, and then he said many people's names... He put a lot of people in Azkaban, take his place... I can tell you that he is so popular there. As far as I know, he has been teaching black magic to his students since he went out. Therefore, you also have to Beware of the Durmstrang warrior."
"If he was still a little loyal to his master, then Harry would be very dangerous." Sirius continued, making gestures with his hands.
Harry felt that his heart seemed to be filled with lead at this time, so heavy, it seemed to be so hard to beat.
Besides facing the fierce and cruel fire dragon, maybe he has to guard against plotting outside the field?
"Oh, relax, Harry." Sirius's palm clung to Harry's shoulders, realizing that he might have said it, and comfortingly said, "Dumbledore will not tolerate his little movements, crazy eyes Han Moody is his helper, he will be responsible for monitoring Karkaroff."
Speaking of Moody, Harry's body was frozen, and then he suddenly asked Sirius: "Does Professor Moody know my parents?"
"Why do you suddenly remember asking this question?" Sirius was a little strange, "I don't know, maybe, maybe I know." He speculated, "Well, it's very possible. We were all under Dumbledore's leadership Below, to fight Voldemort together, James, Lily and Moody are all members of one of the organizations." Then Sirius gradually became convinced, adding.
The members of the Order of the Phoenix cannot always perform tasks alone, otherwise the meaning of establishing this organization will be lost.
When Sirius mentioned Voldemort's name, Ron still shuddered unconsciously.
"I was also one of the members at the time, but I often ran around outside. You know, Animagus will make it very convenient for me to gather intelligence. No one will pay attention to a black dog. Right?"
Harry nodded in approval, his doubts disappeared, and he was amused at his doubts about Moody's thinking.
If he really wants to hurt himself and induce himself to participate in the competition, then why do he do his best to help him? He also gave him a hint for his first project.
There is only one answer-Moody really wants to help him.
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Many students appeared absent-minded in this day's class. Today is Tuesday, November 24, 1994, an unusual and unusual day, a world-renowned event-the first place in the Triwizard Tournament. Projects will be held today.
In the morning class, Professor McGonagall’s exquisite transfiguration seems to have lost its eye-catching effect today, and Professor Flitwick’s skillful spell casting has failed to attract more people’s attention.
Not to mention that a certain ghost professor's scripted lectures were boring and boring. In short, the morning class ended quickly.
"Follow me, Draco." After Malfoy had lunch in the auditorium, Snape wore his black robe and walked to Malfoy's table against the greasy black long. , He just put down the knife and fork in his hand at this moment.
"Okay, Professor Snape." Malfoy stood up and replied.
"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 advice is that you'd better go to the game with the students of the same college quietly later, and don't affect the Warriors. Wave." Seeing Pansy who was about to stand up from the dining table at this time, 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 self-confidence revealed in Malfoy's eyes now, Pansy's heart was suspended. Slowly put it down.
"Come on," she said.
"If you can come back safely...I will reward you..." Pansy lowered his head and said a little bit shyly. The uninjured leg was standing on tiptoe, spinning gently, rubbing. , I looked very worried.
"Then I might have to think about how to fail gracefully." Malfoy teased, seeming to avoid her reward.
Pansy's small movements stopped suddenly, and the pair of nice eyebrows were about to stand up completely.
Malfoy looked at Pansy about to blow up his hair again, and calmly said: "Okay, kidding, I may really fail because I'm late, I'm waiting for your reward." He smiled and said. There was no tension at all that should have been before the game.
Then the two left the auditorium and slowly walked down the stone steps to the outdoors.
It was a cold afternoon, and the cold wind kept blowing Snape’s black robe hunting, his face was still indifferent, and Malfoy chose to wear a navy blue men’s jacket that is easy to move. , The whole person appears simple and neat, if he were not holding a magic wand in his hand, no one would think of him as a wizard.
"Severus, we have to hurry up." A somewhat old but energetic voice came from behind the two, and Professor McGonagall beckoned to them~IndoMTL.com~She is now with Ha Lee stood together and walked him quickly in the direction of the two of them. After seeing Harry, Snape's indifferent expression suddenly turned into a thick disgust, because the cold wind passed by, and it was slightly purple. His lips tightened.
"Okay, don't be nervous," she turned to Harry and said, with some dry hands holding his shoulders: "Keep your head calm...We have arranged some wizards to be around. If the situation is not good, They will step forward to control the situation... The most important thing is to fully use your own abilities, no one will think that you are inferior to others... Are you okay? "While walking, she was still doing it for Harry" "Psychological counseling" and "pre-war mobilization".
The group of four walked around the edge of the forbidden forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was. When they approached the bushes that could have seen the field clearly, they saw a tent erected there, blocking the fire dragons, and the entrance of the tent was facing them.
"You must go in with a few other warriors," Professor McGonagall said to Harry, her voice trembling, "Waiting for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is also inside... …He will tell you the steps... Good luck."
"Thank you." Ha said in a monotonous, erratic voice.
"And Mr. Malfoy, I also wish you good luck." Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy in front of Snape and said.
"As you have said, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded.
"It's more real to worry about our Mr. Potter." Snape said mockingly, and the deep and deep eyes were filled with hatred—in Harry’s view, I guess he I wish I would die under the fangs and claws of the fire dragon, or be burned alive by the flames.
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