"You like my Dark Probe, don't you?" said Moody, who was looking at Harry carefully.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to the twisting golden antenna.

"Secret sensor. It shuddes when lies are detected and the truth is hidden, and of course it's useless here, there are too many distractions - there are students in every direction lying about why they didn't complete their homework. That's why it's been buzzing since I came here. I also had to turn off my Snicker because it kept beeping. It's so sensitive that it can be picked up within a mile radius. Of course, it can receive more than just the little things for children. He added in that roaring voice.

"And what is this mirror for?"

"Oh, that's my enemy mirror. Unless I see the whites of their eyes in the mirror, I'm not in much trouble.

But I'll have to open my suitcase by then!"

He let out a short, shrill laugh as he pointed to a large suitcase under the window.

The suitcase had a row of seven keyholes. Harry wondered what would be inside, but it was clear that the mirror was more appealing to Harry.

Harry had heard Van Lynn say that this thing had another name, the Enemy Mirror.

Perhaps he needed one too, to hold Voldemort's position.

It wasn't until Moody's question brought him back to reality.

"So, you found the dragon?"

Harry hesitated. He had been worried about it — he hadn't told Cedric, much less Moody—that Hagrid had broken the agreement.

"Nothing," Moody said, as he sat down, stretched out his wooden leg, and groaned.

"Cheating is a traditional part of the Three Witches Fighting Tournament, and it has always been so. ”

"I didn't cheat," Harry said sternly, "and it was just—I found out by accident." ”

Moody grinned. "I don't blame you, little shy. I told Dumbledore at the beginning that he could keep the light as he pleased, but old Karkaroff and Maxim weren't so noble. They tell their warriors everything. They only think about winning. They wanted to defeat Dumbledore and prove that he was nothing more than a mortal. ”

Moody grinned harshly again, his eye turning so quickly that Harry was uncomfortable to see.

"So, have you figured out how to get through the dragon?" asked Moody.

"Nope. Harry replied.

"Ah, I'm not going to teach you. Moody said rudely, "I'm not partial, I don't."

I'm just going to give you some good, generalized advice. The first point is to use your powers. “

"I don't have any power. Harry blurted out, trying to finish but was done.

In fact, that's exactly what had plagued Harry all along.

If it were Van Lin, it would only need to be shown at the Quidditch World Cup, or two-thirds of the strength could be pushed by spells.

Simple, violent.

However, this was not destined to be a method that Harry could master.

"No," Moody growled, "I said you have the power, now think about it, what are you best at?"

Harry struggled to concentrate. The best at it? Oh, that's easy, really—

"Quidditch!" he replied hesitantly, "and many—"

"That's right," said Moody, staring at Leigh with his alchemical eyes unmoving, "I heard, you're a great aviator?"

"Well, yes, but......" Harry glared back at him, "I wasn't allowed to use a broomstick, I only had a wand—"

"My second piece of advice," Moody interrupted him loudly, "is to use a simple, effective spell to help you get what you need. ”

Harry stared blankly, what did he need?

"Kid, think. Moody whispered, "Put it all together, it's not hard to think of." ”

Suddenly, Harry had an idea. He is best at flying, and he has to get through the dragon's guards in the air. So, he needed his rocket crossbow. And for the Thunderbolt, he needs to-

"Hermione, Van Lin. Harry whispered.

Ten minutes later he rushed into Greenhouse 3 and hurriedly apologized as he ran past Professor Sputlaw.

"Hermione, I need your help. ”

"What do you think I've been trying to do, Harry?" she asked in a whisper. Beyond the top of the swaying Fitcypress bush she was pruning, she looked dissatisfied.

"Hermione, I need to learn how to use the Flying Charm properly by tomorrow afternoon. ”

So they started practicing. They didn't eat lunch and went straight to an empty classroom, where Harry did his best to get the various objects in the room to fly towards him.

But it's still a bit difficult and not skilled enough. The books and quills that were practiced often lost their center of gravity halfway through the air and fell to the ground like stones.

"No, I won't be able to call the broom from Gryffindor Tower. Harry was a little frustrated, his magic couldn't support such a long distance.

"It's going to take some way, Harry. ”

Suddenly, the sound surprised Harry.

"Method, but, Van Lin, what way?" Looking at Van Lin who walked in from the outside, although he didn't know what the bottle in his hand was for, Harry's gaze couldn't help but focus on it.

"Something simple, Harry. "Moody's prompts are not wrong and very practical." ”

Van Lin said, naturally believing that the fake Moody would not lie to Harry.

On the contrary, Moody wants Harry to have success in the match, especially in the first hurdle.

"But you can also see it, I can't help it at all, fly to curse ......"

"You need to concentrate Harry, and you can do that. Van Lin said.

"But there's no time. Harry was a little frustrated.

"Perhaps, we can get some small means. Van Lin smiled mysteriously.

"What means, and what have you been doing these two days?" Hermione walked over, and Vanlin smelled a little bad.

"What are you doing, stump, soaking in potions in your clothes?" said Hermione.

Van Lin is embarrassed......

Indeed, the smell of his body was very bad, and the smell of those damn herbal juices and dragon blood mixed together was a little ......

"Don't worry about that, let's talk about the Flying Curse first. Fan Lin coughed in embarrassment, although his magic power was really a little cold, but Fan Lin still gave himself a cleansing charm.

It didn't feel good, the icy magic scraping every inch of the skin.

Every inch ......

No wonder Professor Snape had an ascetic cold face, if you didn't look at his oily head, of course......

Legend has it that Professor Snape's cleaning was done by cleaning up with a new charm, and who knows how he endured the years of torture......

Or is it just that he has changed his nature in this way, and the magic is like this?

It's a question worth pondering, but for now......

"We just need to make a marker. ”

"Markers?" Harry didn't quite understand.

"Magic sigil, on your broomstick, this will strengthen the bond between you. ”

"That is, like this. ”

Van Lin took out his wand, and a bit of sparkling blue light forced out of his wand.

"That's why you can't use my wand, in fact, everyone's magic is different, but my magic is more different from yours. ”

"What's the use of that?"

"Strengthen the connection, Harry, strengthen the connection......," Van Lin said, "You should know that the Flying Charm requires a connection between you and the summoned object, and when you manage this connection, you can say that a part of your magic is always attached to the broomstick, as long as it is not too far away, you can catch it." ”

"How far can it be?"

"Bigger than Hogwarts. Van Lin said. "We don't have time, we have to use these things. ”

Harry nodded, in fact, he would love to take control of it himself, but, but tomorrow he was going to face the big guys.

Surviving is the most important thing.

It took Harry half an hour to learn how to make a magic marker, and after an hour, Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that he could clearly feel the mark, no matter how far away it was.

"Am I cheating?"

"We're just following the tradition......" Van Lin said righteously, with a righteous look on his face, and Harry almost believed his nonsense.

Why do I say that?

......

"And this ......," Van Lin took out the potions, "fire potions, if nothing else, these potions will allow you to survive the dragon's flames...... Three minutes ......"

"No accidents?"

"I haven't experimented with it. "There are a lot of factors to consider, there are four bottles here, corresponding to the four-headed dragon, in fact, for the flame of the Chinese fireball dragon, the power of this thing is not too strong, the time will be halved, after all, the fireball dragon relies on powerful flames." ”

"It's already good. Harry nodded, "At least I'll survive." ”

"Maybe you can dodge the physical attack and use this potion to withstand the flames. "Don't worry, the basic recipe is Professor Snape's, and we drank it in our first year." ”

Harry nodded, he remembered the feeling of relying on his body to walk through the flames.

"The rest is up to you, Harry!" Van Lin said, and Hermione looked at Harry worriedly......

"You've done enough. Harry said, "Perhaps, we can have a celebratory feast tomorrow night to celebrate that I'm alive." ”

A few people suddenly laughed, although it didn't make sense, but at least they knew that their efforts were not in vain.

If Harry didn't succeed, then he would be so sorry for his friend.

Van Lin believed in Harry's courage as much as he believed in his own magic. 10