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Chapter 290 An Unexpected Conversation

"He still has a lot of problems. During this time in the castle, we have to pay attention to him."

Moody did not excuse or defend Crouch because he was his old boss, but said solemnly.

"I will focus on him. If he has any changes or contacts with strange people, I will notify you immediately."

Naturally, Dumbledore and Sherlock had nothing to disbelieve in Moody's words.

In fact, according to Sherlock's idea that he would rather catch him by mistake than miss it, if he made a mistake tonight, he would stop doing nothing tonight, just arrest him, and then give him veritaserum.

If the man in black robe is Crouch, then everyone will be happy, follow the clues, and arrest all these people hiding in Hogwarts.

If not, then apologize to him well, it is best if he can forgive, if you can't forgive, just send it and forget it, and force him to forgive.

But it's a pity that Dumbledore and Moody are destined not to agree to such a move.

They are all very well-behaved people, and they would not agree to cooperate with Sherlock in such an outrageous matter.

Now that Moody is willing to keep an eye on Crouch, this is also a way.

He didn't have any teaching tasks in the school, and he had plenty of time, so he could have been staring at Crouch all the time, and if he really got something later, he might be able to find other more important clues.

So many things happened last night, but it did not affect the teaching order of Hogwarts during the day.

When Sherlock finished teaching the sixth-grade students in the morning and was walking towards the auditorium for lunch, he happened to meet Silk in the lobby on the first floor, who had just walked here.

The two naturally sat side by side on the long table on the high platform.

"You were attacked by a pack of dragons last night?"

Silk stared at him and asked.

Sherlock didn't show much surprise that she knew this.

Even if Professor McGonagall wouldn't talk nonsense to other people, she wouldn't hide it from Silk. She must have already known almost everything.

"Accidentally fell into someone else's trap." Sherlock said pretending not to care. It's been a while."

His consolation didn't say anything false, Silk could see it with his eyes, so after seeing him, he just asked a casual question, and didn't say anything more about it.

And at the same time, at the Gryffindor table under the auditorium, Harry was eating his lunch tastelessly.

"What did you say to Cedric before class this morning?" Hermione asked softly.

Harry shrugged.

"I'm going to tell him that the first event is dragon."

Hermione looked surprised.

"Why are you."

"This way we are on the same starting line." Harry emphasized, "When Hagrid took me to the Forbidden Forest last night, Madam Maxime followed. Arriving at Karkaroff. The two of them will surely tell the warriors of their academy everything they know, and it would not be fair to him if all three of us know and only Cedric does not."

Hermione didn't say much, but a gratified expression appeared on her face.

"I think you're doing a good job, Harry."

Harry didn't take her compliment seriously, but stirred the pumpkin juice in the glass with a spoon with a distressed expression.

"But even if I know that the first item is a fire dragon, I haven't figured out how to deal with it now. I know too few spells, and I guess I can't even penetrate its skin. If I can be like Professor Forrest Just the same"

His last words were spoken so quietly that Hermione couldn't catch what he was saying.

"Just like who?"

Harry shook his head hastily.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just thinking, how do I deal with the first game."

Although no one reminded him, Harry still consciously didn't tell what he saw last night.

However, he estimated that even if he told it, few students in the castle would believe it.

Four fire dragons as tall as a hill were dismembered into seven or eight pieces by one person in less than 10 minutes. Even if that person was Professor Forrest, it was a bit too farfetched.

If the person is replaced by Dumbledore, maybe half of the people will believe it.

Harry had been preoccupied with the first event all morning, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anything he could do to take on the dragon.

He finished his lunch absent-mindedly. Hermione was going to the library to find some materials. Ron hadn't reconciled with him yet, so Harry could only walk towards the Gryffindor lounge by himself.

Just as he reached the corner of the stairs on the fourth floor, an unexpected person suddenly stopped him.

"Hi, Harry Potter!"

Harry turned to look at the man who called his name, it was Bagman.

He and the Ministry of Magic Sports Director had met at the Quidditch World Cup before the term started, and had placed a bet with him on the winner of the final.

But after that, they have no more intersection.

"Hello, Mr. Bagman." Harry responded neither humble nor overbearing.

Bagman had a smile on his face, just the way he was.

"I heard that you became the Seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team in your first year? Then your talent must be great, but it's a pity that Hogwarts will not hold the House Cup this year, otherwise I'll be able to see what you're doing on the court."

Harry wasn't too surprised that Bagman talked to him about Quidditch.

He knew that the director was also a professional golfer before entering the Ministry of Magic.

"You're flattering sir."

Bagman patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Every good Seeker is also a master broomstick manipulator. With that, it will help you a lot in the future. That's what the guy on my old team did with his broomstick. He is closer than his own wife, as long as the broom is around, there is basically nothing he can't do."

Harry wasn't in the mood for small talk at first, but after hearing Bagman's words, he was suddenly taken aback.

And when he came back to his senses, Bagman was no longer around him.

Harry couldn't care less about it at all, he became extremely excited, walked back and forth twice in the same place excitedly, and then gave up his original idea of ​​going directly to the lounge, but turned around and ran towards the library go.

Soon he found Hermione in the library, and pulled her out without saying a word.

"You must do me this favor, Hermione!"

(End of this chapter)