In fact, Van Lin did not do much damage.

A friendly water balloon, which is slowly filled with Van Lin's smile on the surface and MMP greetings in his heart.

Van Lin has never had a good impression of these Death Eaters, especially the betrayal of Karkaroff.

However, although Van Lin felt disdainful, Van Lin still had to admit Kakaroff's wrist.

Although there is no way to do it, unscrupulous people always have a good chance of success.

It turned out that Harry was able to succeed with the help of a fake Moody, that is, Barty Crouch Jr.

Whether it is the first competition, although Krum's brain is not very good, but in terms of individual strength alone, there is no comparison between Harry and Krum at this time.

Being able to barely stand in front of Voldemort is nothing more than a link between the flashback spell and the wand.

But...... That's enough, which is why the winner is not Krum or Cedric......

It was Harry's state, which made Van Lin very worried.

The more you come into contact with something like a dragon, the more you can appreciate the horror of dragons.

That kind of unreasonable destructive power is simply not something that a young wizard can resist.

The problem of dragons has become the most important problem at the moment.

However, Harry was clearly not a fragile man, and by the time Vallin and the others returned to Gryffindor, at least Harry had shifted his energy to one of the four dragons.

In fact, Hermione wasn't wrong at all.

"We've got to find a way to keep you alive by Tuesday night," she said desperately, "and then we'll think about Karkaroff." ”

The two men walked around the lake three times, trying to find a spell that would defeat the dragon. But he had no clue, so he returned to the library. In the library, Harry pulled out every book he could find about dragons, but those books only led him to another search.

"The claws of the devil are cut off by mana, and the filth of the scales is dealt with", this spell is of no use at all, it is for the physical fitness of a madman like Hagrid. ”

"Dragons are hard to kill, because ancient magic has given them a thick skin that only the most powerful spells can pierce. But Sirius had said that he could do the same with a simple spell. ”

"Then let's find some easy spellbooks. Harry said, tossing the book "The Man Who Loves Dragons Too Much" aside.

He returned to his desk with a stack of magic books, put them down, and began to look through them locally.

Hermione whispered beside him and insisted, "Oh, there's an exchange, but why do you want to exchange?"

Unless you want to trade its wings for something like wine gum, then it's not that dangerous. The problem is, like the book says, things can penetrate dragon skin, and I want to deform dragons, but a dragon that big, I suspect even Professor McGonagall can't do it, or you're going to do magic on yourself? Empower yourself? But those magic isn't easy, I mean, never tried it in class. L's internship report only learned about this kind of spell. “

"Hermione!" Harry said, squeezing between his teeth, "Can you shut me up for a moment?"

I tried to concentrate as much as I could, but as soon as Hermione didn't say anything, Harry's brain was filled with a monotonous buzz that made him unable to concentrate at all, and he looked desperately at the instant burst scalping in the index of "Basic Magic of the Presumptuous and Angry", but the dragon had no hair, which would probably increase the dragon's firepower, and the horn tongue removal technique, which was exactly what Harry needed, could be considered an additional weapon.

"Oh, no, he's back, why can't he read on his own damn ship?" Hermione said annoyedly. This is when Werther. Clen walked in with her head down, glanced at the two of them, and sat in a far corner with a pile of books.

"Let's go, Harry, let's go back to the common room and his followers will soon be killed, and they will be squeaking again. ”

Indeed, as soon as they got up, a group of girls crept past them, one of whom had a Bulgarian scarf around his waist.

Harry barely closed his eyes that night. When he woke up in the morning, the first thing he seriously thought about was to run away from Hogwarts. But when he looked around the Great Hall at breakfast, thinking about what it would mean to run away from the castle, he knew he couldn't, that this was the only place where he was happy, well, he thought he must have been happy with his parents before, but he couldn't remember it anymore.

Anyway, the realization that he would rather stay here and face a dragon than go back to Pry White Street to be with Dalí made him feel a little calmer.

It looks like we can only hope for Van Lin, who doesn't know what he's up to.

Harry struggled to swallow the cured meat (his throat was terrible).

He and Hermione got up to leave, when they saw Cedric Diggory leaving Hufflepuff's table.

Cedric doesn't know yet, he's the only warrior who doesn't.

If Harry guessed correctly, Lady Maxim and Karkaroff had already told Fleur and Krum.

"Hermione, you go first, I'll go find you in the classroom," Harry said, watching Cedric leave the hall and make a decision, "Let's go, I'll catch up with you." ”

"Harry, you're going to be late, the bell is going to ring soon-"

"I'll catch up, okay?"

By the time Harry had retreated to the bottom of the marble staircase, Cedric was at the top, surrounded by a group of sixth-graders. Harry didn't want to talk to Cedric in front of them, and the guys would quote Rita Skeeter to him every time he approached. Harry kept a distance from Cedric and saw him walking towards the spell hallway.

That gave Harry an idea. He stood still, drew his wand, took aim, and shouted.

"Diffind!"

Cedric's pocket cracked. Parchments, quills, and books fell out and scattered on the ground. A few bottles of ink were also broken.

"Don't bother you, I'll just do it myself," Cedric said a little annoyed, not letting his friends bend down to help him carry his things, "tell Professor Wiliver I'll be here soon, go!"

This is exactly what Harry wants, and it has to be said that Harry has a deep understanding of the true legend of Van Lin.

He put his wand back into his robes, waited until Cedric's friends were gone into class, and walked briskly up, leaving him and Cedric in the hallway.

"Hey!" Cedric greeted as he picked up a copy of the Advanced Transfiguration Guide, which was splashed with ink, "My pocket just cracked, brand new one." ”

"Cedric. Harry said, "The first task is a dragon!" "What?" said Cedric, holding his head up.

"Dragon!" Harry repeated quickly, in case Professor Vellivier came out to see what Cedric was up to.

"There are four of them, one for each of us, and we have to get through those dragons!"

Cedric stared at Harry. Harry saw in him some of the panic he'd been feeling since Saturday night.

"Are you sure?" asked Cedric in a quiet tone.

"Sure," Harry replied.

"But how did you find out? We shouldn't know. ”

"Leave it alone," Harry said right away—he knew that Hagrid would be in trouble if he told the truth. "I'm not the only one who knows. Fleur and Krum now know about it - both Lady Maxim and Karkaroff have seen the dragon. ”

Cedric stood, his arm covered in ink-stained quills, parchment, and books, his torn pockets dangling over his shoulders. He stared at Harry again, a look of confusion, even suspicion, in his eyes.

"Why did you tell me?" asked Cedric.

Harry looked at him in disbelief. Harry was sure Cedric wouldn't have asked him that if he had seen the dragon himself. Harry didn't want his worst enemies to face the monsters unprepared.

"It's just, fair, isn't it?" he said to Cedric, "we all know by now, we're all on the same page, right?"

Cedric was still looking at him with the slightest suspicion.

Suddenly, Harry heard a familiar knock behind him and turned to see Mad-Eye Moody walking out of a nearby classroom.

"Come with me, Potter?" he snarled, "Diggory, you go." ”

Harry looked at Moody a little worriedly, could he have heard the conversation between them?

"Uh-professor, I should go to herbology class-"

"Don't worry, come to my office. ”

Harry had no choice but to follow him, wondering what was going to happen to him this time.

What if Moody wanted to know how he found out about the dragon?

Will Moody go to Dumbledore and punish Hagrid, or simply turn him into a ferret?

Well, it would have been easier for a ferret to pass through the dragon, Harry thought sullenly, he would be much smaller, and it would be much harder to spot from fifty feet down......

He followed Moody into the office.

Moody closed the door behind him and turned to look at Harry, his magical eye and another normal eye fixed on Harry.

"Potter, you've just done something very noble. Moody said calmly.

Harry didn't know how to answer, it wasn't what he expected.

"Sit down!" Moody added.

So Harry sat down and looked around.

He had been here when the previous two owners of this office were still around. When Professor Gilderoy Lockhart was there, there was a picture of the professor smiling and winking on the wall. And while Lupin is here, you're more likely to run into some of the professor's new charming dark creatures to use in class.

It was different now, the office was full of strange objects that Harry had reckoned Moody must have used in his days as an Auror.

On the table was a large, cracked, spinning glass top, which Harry recognized as Snicker at a glance, as he had one of his own, though much smaller than Moody's.

On the small table in the corner was something that looked like a particularly curved, golden television antenna, and it also made a slight hum. There was what looked like a mirror on the wall facing Harry, but there was no image of the room in it, only a few images moving around like shadows, but none of them were clearly visible. 10