"He's done a lot of work with the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said resentfully, "and he said he recognized his mistake, and then he said many names...... He threw a large number of people into Azkaban to take his place...... I can tell you that he's very popular there. As far as I know, he's been teaching dark arts to his students at that school since he went out. So you should also beware of the Durmstrang warrior. ”

"If he still has the slightest element of loyalty to his master, then Harry will be in danger as well. Sirius gestured with his hand and continued.

Harry felt as if his heart had been filled with lead, heavy, and it seemed to be beating so hard.

In addition to facing the ferocious and brutal fire dragon, may he also have to guard against off-the-field plots?

"Oh, relax, Harry," Sirius reassured as he put his palm on Harry's shoulder, realizing that he might have said it, "Dumbledore won't tolerate his little moves, Mad Eye Moody is the one he's hired to help, and he'll be in charge of keeping an eye on Karkaroff." ”

At the mention of Moody, Harry's body stiffened, and then he suddenly turned to Sirius and asked, "Do Professor Moody and my mom and dad know each other?"

"Why did you suddenly remember to ask this question?" Sirius wondered, "I don't know, maybe, I know." "Well, it's very likely that we were all under Dumbledore's leadership against Voldemort, and James, Lily, and Moody were all members of one of these organizations. Sirius then became convinced, adding.

It is impossible for the members of the Order of the Phoenix to carry out their mission alone all the time, otherwise the purpose of establishing this organization will be lost.

When Sirius mentioned Voldemort's name, Ron shuddered unconsciously.

"I was one of the members at the time, but I was out running around a lot, and you know, the Animagus would make it easy for me to gather information, and no one would pay attention to a black dog, would they?"

Harry nodded approvingly, and his doubts vanished, amused at his doubts about Moody's thoughts.

If he really wanted to harm himself and induce himself to participate in the competition, then why did he do his best to help him? and gave him a hint of his first project.

There was only one answer – Moody genuinely wanted to help him.

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Many students were distracted by the day's lessons, and today is Tuesday, November 24, 1994 A.D., an ordinary and unusual day, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, which will be held today.

During the morning lesson, Professor McGonagall's superb Transfiguration seemed to have lost its eye-catching effect today, and Professor Flitwick's skillful spell casting failed to attract more attention.

Not to mention the scripted and boring speeches of a certain ghost professor, all in all, the morning class was quickly over.

"Come with me, Draco. After Malfoy had finished his lunch in the Great Hall, Snape walked to Malfoy's table in his black robes and long greasy black hair, just as he put down his knife and fork.

"Yes, Professor Snape. Malfoy replied, standing up.

"Is the game about to start? Pansy asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Miss Parkinson. Snape said in a cold tone, "Also, my suggestion is that you'd better go to the game quietly with the students of the same house for a while, and not affect the Warriors' performance." Looking at Pansy, who wanted to get up from the table and follow her, Snape couldn't help but sneer.

"Don't worry. Malfoy gave Pansy a reassuring look, maybe it was the situation he had revealed before, or maybe it was the absolute confidence in Malfoy's eyes now, and Pansy's hanging heart slowly relaxed.

"Come on. She said.

"If you can come back safely... I'll give you a reward—" Pansy said with her head bowed and a little shy, her uninjured leg spinning and rubbing gently on the ground, looking very apprehensive in her heart.

"Then I may have to think carefully about how I can fail with dignity. Malfoy teased, seemingly shying away from her reward.

Pansy's little movements suddenly stopped, and the pair of beautiful eyebrows were about to stand up completely.

Malfoy looked at Pansy and said soothingly, "Okay, just kidding, if I don't leave, I might really fail because I'm late, I'm waiting for your reward." He smiled and said he didn't have the nervousness he had before the game.

The two of them then left the auditorium and slowly walked down the stone steps to the outside.

It was a cold afternoon, the cold wind kept blowing Snape's black robes, his face was still indifferent, and the clothes that Malfoy chose today were a navy blue men's jacket that was easy to move, and the whole person looked simple and neat, if it weren't for the wand in his hand, anyone would not think that he was a wizard.

"Severus, we need to hurry. An old but spirited voice came from behind them, and Professor McGonagall beckoned to them, who was standing with Harry at this time, and walked quickly in their direction with him, and Snape's indifferent face suddenly changed to a thick disgust when he saw Harry, and his slightly purple lips tightened as the cold wind hung by.

"Alright, don't be nervous," she said, turning to Harry, her somewhat dry hands gripping his shoulders, "keep your head level...... We have some wizards on hand so that if things don't go well, they will come forward to control the situation...... The most important thing is to give full play to your own abilities, and no one will think that you are inferior to others...... Are you alright?" As she walked, she was also conducting "psychological counseling" and "pre-war mobilization" for Harry.

The group of four walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest towards the place where the fire dragon was. As they approached the bush where they could see the grounds, they saw a tent erected to block the dragons, and the entrance to the tent was facing them.

"You'll have to go in with the other warriors," Professor McGonagall said to Harry, her voice shaking, "wait for your turn, Potter." Mr. Bagman was also in it...... He'll tell you the steps...... Good luck. ”

"Thank you. Ha said in a monotonous, fluttering voice.

"And Mr. Malfoy, good luck too. Professor McGonagall said as she looked at Malfoy in front of Snape.

"Excuse me, Professor McGonagall. Malfoy nodded.

"It's better to worry more about our Mr. Potter. Snape sarcastically said that the deep eyes were full of hatred - in Harry's opinion, he wished he had died under the fangs and claws of the dragon, or had been burned alive by the flames.