Chapter 199: Moody's "Help"

Mr. Crouch seemed to suddenly wake up from deep thought. He didn’t say a word in the argument just now, just like the whole person was out of the field, and now he has completely recovered. Now he looks very haggard, under his eyes. There are two very deep shadows, and the wrinkled skin is white and transparent like paper.
When Quidditch was at the World Cup, he was very excited.
"Your son is standing opposite you." Malfoy said heartily, with such little sympathy for the man.
But in a sense, he also blamed himself.
Moody's half leaned against the fireplace, and his normal eyes narrowly looked at everything in front of him. Since Harry had successfully competed, there was no need for him to expose Kakarov's shortness.
"Okay," Crouch said at the moment, "Guidance. Yes... the first project..."
Soon, Crouch briefly introduced the first project, even if it was equivalent to not saying.
According to him, this competition is to test the bravery of the warriors. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality of the wizard, so the content will be kept secret, just mentioning the time of the game.
"But..." Kakalov now has another opinion.
"We will discuss the compensation method separately, Principal Kakalov." Crouch guessed that the man wanted to start entanglement again and said first.
And Harry was a little distracted, still recalling one of the words that Crouch said just now: "The Flame Cup game is very demanding, and the Warriors need to put a lot of energy in it, so they can not take the school year exam."
"If Ron knew it, he might be envious." He thought of it that way.
"We should leave." Mrs. Maxim looked up at the quartz clock beside the bookcase at this time, and realized that it was not early. "Furong, let's go."
"I now look forward to what will happen in the future." Furong said to Malfoy with a smile, flicking his waist silver before turning to catch up with Mrs. Maxim's footsteps. Stepped out of this room.
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"Harry, good job!" Ron said cheerfully at the table.
In the Gryffindor lounge, there was a breath of joy, and they were all screaming, cheering, and whistling.
"Unexpectedly, when the third name sprayed out, I thought we were so overwhelmed by Slytherin. I didn't expect Harry to give us such a big surprise." Fred said with raised eyebrows.
"Now the top three competitions should be renamed the top four competitions." George said jokingly.
"Harry, how did you do it?" Hermione pressed, and she felt sensitively that something was wrong.
"I don't know." Harry shook his head helplessly, feeling a little ashamed, he lied, and suddenly remembered what Moody had told him in private.
Not long ago, after an ordinary black magic defense class.
"Mr. Moody, wait, I have a question to ask you." Harry stopped Moody, who was packing up his teaching aids and was about to leave.
Of course, it is not so much a teaching aid, but rather an insect corpse left after the experiment.
"Oh, Potter, I know what you want to ask, and you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Moody looked at the empty classroom, and then said straight away, "You have to believe your abilities, Potter, once defeated People who have passed the Dark Lord will not be bound by this kind of magic that is only used for screening." Moody’s normal eyes narrowed this and said in a strange tone, no one would know that he is now What was the mood for the boy who let his master fall from the top?
"Yes, is it?" Harry asked with some confusion. He was now somewhat suspicious that Moody was perfunctory and was ready to leave in disappointment.
"But." Moody's words turned around at that moment, and the magic eye flickered.
"Even if you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, you can't guarantee that your name will be sprayed out during the test. I think you don't have absolute confidence to let the Goblet recognize your strength?" Moody seems to be Inducing what is the same, say so.
"No one can guarantee, Mr. Moody." Although Harry replied that way, he heard something different from Moody's words.
"I can." Moody said with a smile, only that the sympathetic appearance was not in harmony with his eerie eye.
"This is not a convenient place to talk." Moody looked around and then said, "Come to my office, we can talk about it."
"Okay, Professor Moody." Harry felt a little uneasy at the moment, but still followed closely behind him.
With a "creak", the wooden door opened in response. Harry remembered that he and Ron and Hermione were waiting for Professor Lupin and he met Sirius a short time ago.
It turned out that when Professor Lu Ping was still there, he could often see some very wonderful and fresh black magic creatures here, which was used by Lu Ping to let them learn in the classroom. Now, there are a lot of weird games in the office, Harry guessed that these were the things Moody used when he was Auror.
On Moody's desk, there was something like a cracked glass top. Harry recognized it at a glance. It was a speculum because he also had one, but it was much smaller than Moody's. At the corner of a small table, there was a weird thing that looked a little like a golden TV antenna, but it was twisted so badly that it kept buzzing softly. There was a mirror-like thing hanging on the wall opposite Harry, but it was not the scene in the room. There were many dark figures dangling in it, but they were all vague and unreal.
"You seem to be interested in my dark magic detector?" Moody seemed to see through what Harry was thinking, and took the initiative to pass the things in his mouth.
"Thank you." Harry took it and looked carefully.
"We can continue to talk about our business, Mr. Porter."
"You want to participate, but IMHO, the possibility is not high. Senior students have already occupied a large proportion of them, such as Digory Cedric of Hufflepuff, and their peers, Slater. The student of Lin worked very well with me last year, and I also recognize his strength."
Moody explained the current status quo, and every time he said something, it made Harry feel a little frustrated. According to him, even if he could overcome Dumbledore's restrictions, he couldn't seem to be a warrior.
"However, there are only three players in the Triwizard Tournament for a reason." Moody's reversal at this time ~EbookFREE.me~ was quite far-fetched and irrational.
"Of course, Mr. Moody, if there are two warriors in one school, it will definitely be in big trouble. The other two schools will certainly not be happy, and the Goblet of Fire is already limited to this." Min's statement of the truth, said without emotion.
Even though Hermione was not particularly interested in the Goblet of Fire, the habit was to let her go for some knowledge. After all, her friends might go to the competition, so Harry knew a lot of secrets that Dumbledore did not mention at the time.
"What if there is a fourth school participating?" Moody asked.
"But now the only schools participating are Hogwarts, Booth Button, and Demstrong." Harry immediately refuted Moody's assumption, and saw Moody's two eyes, staring straight Holding him, making him a little hairy, cold back.
"What if there is a fourth school participating?" Moody asked slowly again.
Under a shock, Harry's confused eyes suddenly cleared.
"This is against the rules! Mr. Moody!" Harry said.
"Which school rule was violated, Mr. Porter? In my class, black magic can even cast on living insects. Is it possible to cast a small evil spell on a dead object and be fired?"
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"Professor Moody, I have one last question."
"You said."
"Oh." Moody chuckled and limped to a seat on a shabby sand, and then the magic eye and the green eyes looked at each other.
"Jam, your father, I owe him too much, and his son is worth letting the bottom line of my principles move back a bit so slightly." Moody raised his hand and said meaningfully.
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