"Alright, stop, that's the end of today's lesson. Harry Potter, stay here, I have something to tell you. Moody said in a thick voice. "Weasley, I know your good friend of Potter, but I have something I want to talk to Potter about alone, so you should go back first, it won't take much time. ”

Moody's prosthetic eye was rolling in its sockets, and Harry felt a little nervous - in fact, no student felt comfortable in front of the purpose, not even the most mischievous and daring Weasley twins.

"Alright, Harry, is there anything you want to talk to. Moody pulled out a chair and sat down, gesturing at the other chair and motioning for Harry to sit down.

"Whether it's about the Triwizard Tournament or whatever, I can help you, Jaime and Lily left too soon, I saw you as if I saw them. Moody said in a soft tone, but his dripping prosthetic eyes still made Harry feel uncomfortable. Somehow, he instinctively was a little wary of Moody.

"The final project was the maze, and I think I still have some strengths in this area. Harry said.

Moody tapped the ground with that prosthetic leg, "Professor Dumbledore told me that when you were in your first year, you and your companions created the magic trap set up by the Deans to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, and I'm sure this labyrinth won't bother you - but now there's a problem, you may not be able to crack the maze faster than Silver and them to reach the end." A dangerous glint flashed in Moody's eyes.

"Not necessarily. Harry was unconvinced.

"Oh, Harry, don't be convinced. Moody stood up, "Krum may just be a simple-minded, well-limbed Quidditch star. He looked out the window, but his prosthetic eyes were still on Harry, "But behind him was the cunning Karkaroff." Miss Fleur was eliminated midway through the last project, but she's not a vase. Underestimate her at a price. As for your most troublesome rival, Jack Silver, he was able to turn a matchbox into a beautiful wall clock when he was a kid learning to walk. Trust me, he's not much worse than Dumbledore or the Dark Lord of his age, you're going to stand out from these guys, and it's a bit of a fantasy to win the title, and it's fair to say that you've been able to hold on so far and surprise a lot of people. ”

"Then what should I do, I can't just throw in the towel without trying. Harry said

"You're right, how do you know who's number one if you don't try it?" Moody laughed. His laughter was a little poignant.

"Alright, Harry, do you have any other questions, other than the Triwizard Tournament, I think I, the former Auror, know more than Sirius. ”

"What the hell is going on with Mr. Crouch, why is he there. Do you know anything about this Professor Moody?" Harry hesitated, considering whether he should continue, "I always felt that this was not an easy matter. I felt the smell of Voldemort. ”

Moody was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Harry, I found out you really deserve to be an Auror. He restrained his smile. "I can't tell you more about Crouch, it's not something a student should be concerned about, but I can show you a memory. ”

Moody walked over to the podium. A stone basin was laboriously pulled out from below. "This is Dumbledore's treasure, and it's rare in the wizarding world, and the craft of making zuò has been lost for a thousand years or two. If it breaks, I can't afford to catch the Dark Wizard for half my life. Alright, come and see, Harry. ”

The mouth of the stone basin was carved in strange shapes: all letters and symbols that Harry didn't recognize. The silver glow came from something in the basin, and Harry had never seen anything like it. He couldn't tell if it was a liquid or a gas. It was like a bright piece of silver, but it was constantly flowing, like the water rippling in the breeze, and like a cloud, spreading out and swirling softly. It was like a liquid light - like a solid wind - and Harry couldn't tell.

"Don't be so careful, it's a good thing, it's not dangerous. Moody said, "Put your head over and see what's in this pot." ”

Despite Moody's assurances, Harry Potter is no longer the rookie he was four years ago when he first entered the wizarding world. Four years of formal magical education had taught him that it was dangerous to touch a vessel filled with an unknown liquid, not to mention that Moody seemed to be going to bury his head in it!

Harry carefully drew his wand and poked at the object in the basin. The surface of the silver object spun rapidly. He looked at Moody, who was not annoyed by his careful behavior.

He took a breath and reached fully into the cupboard. The silver object became transparent, making it look like glass. He looked inside, expecting to see the bottom of the stone basin - but beneath the surface of the mysterious substance was a large room, as if he were looking into it through a round skylight.

The room was dimly lit, and he thought it might be underground, as there were no windows around, only torches stuck in wall brackets like Hogwarts. Harry leaned his face closer, his nose an inch from the glassy substance. He saw rows of hooded wizards sitting on stepped benches around him, with an empty chair in the center of the room. The chair gave Harry a sense of foreboding, as it had chains wrapped around its armrests, as if it were used to tie up people.

What kind of place was this? It certainly wasn't Hogwarts, he had never seen a room like this in the castle. In addition, the people in the mysterious room at the floor of the pelvis were all adults, and Harry knew that there were by no means that many teachers at Hogwarts. He thought that these people must be waiting for something, and although he could only see the top of their hats, all their faces seemed to be facing the same direction, and no one spoke.

The basin was round, and the room was square, and Harry couldn't see what was going on in the corner. He leaned closer, tilting his head, trying to see clearly......

The tip of his nose touched the surface of the strange substance.

Harry felt the heavens and the earth suddenly fall over - his body rushed forward, his head down into the pot-

But his hair didn't hit the pelvic floor. He fell in a cold, pitch-black mass as if sucked into a black vortex......

Moody watched as Harry Potter's head sank down, his whole body standing upside down and sinking into the small stone basin. The terrifying face smiled very happily.

"I've succeeded, the last potion has arrived, but whether I can leave Hogwarts or not, I'm afraid it depends on the appearance of the filthy mouse......" (To be continued......