Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Potter, please explain to me."

Moody limped over to Harry, staring at Malfoy across from him with his magic eye.

"Professor, Malfoy attacked me and he almost hit Hermione."

"You brat made another sneak attack." Moody suddenly became angry when he heard this. "It seems that it didn't take long enough to turn you into a mouse last time..."

Moody's words caused the Gryffindor side to burst into laughter.

Malfoy puffed up his face and argued, "Potter attacked me too, he hit Goyle!"

"That's because your skills are inferior to others. If you don't have the skills, don't find someone to fight with me in the future." Moody also turned around to look at Gower. "No, this guy is already so fat. Are you kidding me?" And me."

Malfoy wanted to say something louder, but Moody's murderous eyes scared him back. The young master of Slytherin House always made trouble for Harry and the others at Hogwarts by virtue of his father's status as school director, but the Alastor Moody in front of him was a being that even his father was afraid of.

"Well, let me think about it, Professor McGonagall said that corporal punishment cannot be used to educate students." Moody pretended to be serious, "Then Slytherin will deduct thirty points, plus you three will each be in isolation for a week!"

He pointed at Malfoy and the three of them. Malfoy looked at him with an extremely malicious look, and then slammed the badge on his chest to the ground, leaving Goyle and Crabbe with their swollen pig heads. ran away.

The badge on the ground also flashed the words "Potter Stinks."

"Are you okay? Dumbledore asked me to take care of you." Moody turned to face Harry and the others.

"Thank you, Professor Moody." Harry thanked him sincerely. If it was Snape who came instead of Moody at this moment, then I'm afraid the result would be the opposite.

"It's a small thing." Moody waved his hand. Just as he was about to leave the scene, he suddenly remembered something and tapped Harry and Louis with his hand. "Just in time, I have something to ask you. You two come with me."

Louis and Harry followed Moody upstairs. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was on the fourth floor of the castle. They followed Moody into the office.

"Although I don't think it's right to say this, what you just did is good." Moody said quietly, "The Malfoy family are all Death Eaters. I don't trust them, but the minister said that the Ministry of Magic needs financial support. , Lucius Malfoy once donated a large sum of money to the Ministry."

He put his prosthetic leg on another chair to make himself more comfortable, then he waved his wand, and the sofa hidden in the corner moved in front of him in an instant.

"Sit down." Moody motioned for the two of them to sit down.

"I don't think I need to tell you more about the Triwizard Tournament." Moody wrote something with a pen on the table, "But you should know how you can be better than the students from the other two schools."

"I don't know, Professor." Harry shook his head honestly. To be honest, facing two seventeen-year-old outstanding wizards, he had no clue.

"I can give you some advice on the first project you need to face." Moody looked into their eyes, "What are you best at?"

"Well, maybe, Quidditch?" Harry hesitated for a moment, "There may be more..."

"Quidditch? Very good. I remember you were an excellent seeker, right, Potter." Moody quickly wrote on the paper, "What about you, Wiggins."

"Making potions... But this shouldn't have any effect, Professor..." Louis spread his hands. It is forbidden to use potions during the competition.

"Of course, of course, but you should have more than one specialty, Wiggins." Moody tore off the parchment and put it in Lewis's hand. "I heard that you have some understanding of ancient magic."

Lewis frowned. He had never told anyone about ancient magic. How did Moody know about it except Dumbledore and Nick Flamel.

"There are some ancient combat-type magics here that are faster to cast. I specially selected them from the forbidden book area, although the effect is not that good." Moody said quickly, "I need you to be familiar with them as soon as possible before the game starts. ”

The advantage of ancient magic over modern magic is that the requirements for magic power are not that high, but its casting time is not suitable for today's fast pace. Even ancient magic that casts faster requires at least ten seconds to start.

"As for you, Potter." Moody turned to look at Harry, "My suggestion is to use a simple and effective spell to help you get what you want."

“Simple and effective...”

Harry thought blankly for a while, and suddenly his mind seemed to be enlightened, and he jumped up from the sofa excitedly.

"The Flying Curse! Although I can't use my broomstick in the competition, the things summoned by the Flying Curse can help me gain air superiority in the game!"

Harry was referring to his Nimbus 2000, and he planned to use the Flying Charm to summon his broomstick!

"Very good." Moody looked at the two of them with admiration, "Okay, now it's time to give you time to prepare on your own."

Lewis looked at some of the spells Moody had written for him. Although they were not very difficult, the effects of their use surprised Lewis.

"These are incomplete magic spells. It may not be easy for them to be fully effective." Lius's voice sounded in his mind.

"Do you have any idea, Mr. Lius?"

"Leave it to me, and I will teach you the complete spell." At some point, there were several more books in his hands, which were probably Slytherin's private possessions.

"However, there is a spell that requires the little guy's help." He pointed to Farmiga, who was sleeping soundly in the castle.

"Then, it's time to let him do the work." Louis nodded and agreed that the two of them would teach Louis ancient magic together.

After coming out of Moody's office, the two walked side by side, discussing the competition from time to time. Although they were both Hogwarts warriors, they did not regard each other as competitors at all.

"Potter, Wiggins, I finally found you."

Outside the courtyard of Hogwarts, a voice of an adult man sounded from behind them. When the two turned around, they found that it was Cedric Diggory, a seventh-year boy wearing Hufflepuff robes.

"What's the matter? Cedric." Harry was a little confused, wondering why Cedric, who usually didn't have much interaction with them, suddenly came up to them.

"It's a very important thing." He was panting a little, "It's about the first project of the Triwizard Tournament."

They both listened quietly, and when Cedric's breathing stabilized, he spoke.

"Fleur Delacour and Victor Krum should already know that the first test of the project is the fire dragon."