Chapter 215: Item 1

"He did a lot of work with the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said resentfully. "He said he realized his mistake, and then he said many people's names... He cast a large number of people into Azka Class, taking his place... I can tell you that he was so badly popular there. As far as I know, he has been teaching black magic to the students of his school since he went out. Therefore, you should also beware of that Warrior of Destrom."
"If he still has such a loyal component to his master, then Harry will also be dangerous." Sirius gestured with his hand and continued.
Harry felt that at this time, his heart seemed to be filled with lead, heavy, and seemed to be so hard to beat.
In addition to facing the fierce and brutal fire dragon, he might also have to guard against secret calculations off the court?
"Oh, relax, Harry" Sirius' palm reached Harry's shoulder, realizing that he might have said it, comforting him, "Dumbledore will not tolerate his little movements, Mad-Eye Mu Di is the helper he invited, he will be responsible for monitoring Kakarov."
Mentioning Moody, Harry's body was stiff, and then he suddenly asked Sirius: "Does Professor Moody know my parents?"
"How come I suddenly thought about asking this question?" Sirius was a little strange, "I don't know, maybe, probably know it." He speculatively said, "Well, very likely, we were all under Dumbledore's leadership, Fighting against Voldemort together, James, Lily and Moody are all members of one of these organizations." Sirius gradually became convinced and added.
The members of the Order of the Phoenix cannot always perform their tasks alone, otherwise the significance of forming this organization will be lost.
When Sirius mentioned Voldemort's name, Ron still shivered unconsciously.
"I was one of the members at the time, but I often ran out around. You know, Animagus will make it easy for me to collect intelligence. No one will pay attention to a black dog, will they?"
Harry nodded in recognition, and the doubts disappeared, making him funny about Moody's ideas.
If he really wants to harm himself and induce himself to participate in the competition, why do he still help him as much as he can? He was also given tips for the first project.
There is only one answer-Moody really wanted to help him.
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Many students seem absent-minded in this day's class. Today is Tuesday, November 24, 1994. It is an unusual and unusual day. The world-famous event-the first project of the Triwizard Tournament will be Held today.
In the morning class, Professor McGonagall's superb transformation seems to have lost the eye-catching effect today, and Professor Flivi's skillful spell casting has not attracted more people's attention.
Not to mention the copy of a ghost professor's copybook, which was a boring speech. In short, the morning class ended quickly.
"Come with me, Draco." After Malfoy had finished lunch in the auditorium, Snape wore his black robe and walked to the table of Malfoy with the oily black long. Shi just put down his knife and fork.
"Okay, Professor Snape." Malfoy got up and answered.
"Is the game about to start." Pansy asked quietly at this time.
"Yes, Miss Parkinson." Snape said in a cold tone. "In addition, my suggestion is that you better wait quietly to watch the game with the students of the same college without affecting the Warriors' swing." Seeing that he wanted to get up from the table at this time, following Pansy, Snape could not help but ridicule.
"Don't worry." Malfoy gave Pansy a look that made her feel at ease, maybe it was the situation he disclosed before, or perhaps the absolute confidence revealed in Malfoy's eyes now, and Panxi's hanging heart slowly released Down.
"Come on," she said.
"If you can come back safely... I will give you a reward..." Pansy said, slightly shyly with her head down. The uninjured leg was spinning on the ground gently, rubbing, and the heart appeared Very upset.
"Then I might have to think about how to fail decently." Malfoy quipped, seeming to avoid her reward.
Pansy's small movements suddenly stopped, and the beautiful eyebrows were about to erect.
Malfoy looked at Pansy and wanted to blow up again, comforting: "Okay, kidding, if I don't go again, I might really fail because I'm late. I'm waiting for your reward." He smiled and said nothing. Tension before the game.
Then the two left the auditorium and slowly walked down the stone steps to the outdoors.
It was a cold afternoon, and the cold wind kept blowing Snape’s black robe hunting, his face was still indifferent, and Malfoy’s dress today was a navy blue men’s jacket that was easy to move. The whole person It looks simple and neat. If it weren't for the magic wand in his hand, no one would think of him as a wizard.
"Severus, we have to hurry up." A somewhat old but spirited voice came from behind them, and Professor McGonagall beckoned to them~EbookFREE.me~She was now with Harry Standing together, he walked quickly in the direction of the two, and after seeing Harry, Snape's indifferent face suddenly turned into a deep disgust, because the cold wind hung over, slightly purple lips The squeezed tighter.
"Okay, don't be nervous," she said, turning to Harry, with some dry hands holding his shoulders: "Keep your head calm... We arranged some wizards next to them, and if the situation was not good, they would meet Before controlling the situation... the most important thing is to fully use your own ability, no one will think that you are inferior to others...are you okay?" While walking, she was also "mentoring" for Harry. And "mobilization before the war".
The group of four walked around the edge of the forbidden forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was. When they approached the bush where they could have seen the ground, they saw a tent erected there to block the fire dragons, and the entrance of the tent was facing them.
"You have to go in with several other warriors," Professor McGonagall said to Harry, her voice trembling a little, "Waiting for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is also inside... he will Tell you-the steps...good luck."
"Thank you," Ha said in a monotonous, fluttering voice.
"And Mr. Malfoy, I also wish you good luck." Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy in front of Snape.
"Thanks to you, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded.
"Still worrying about our Mr. Potter is more real." Snape said sarcastically, the end of the deep and deep eyes was filled with hatred-in Harry's view, it is estimated that he could not have died. Under the fire dragon's fangs and claws, it was burned alive by flames.
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