HP Magic Biography

In fact, Fan Lin did not cause any damage.

A friendly water polo filled with greetings from Fan Lin who was smiling on the surface and MMP in his heart.

For these Death Eaters, Fan Lin has never had a good impression, especially Karkaroff's betrayal.

However, although Fan Lin felt disdainful, Fan Lin still had to admit to Karkaroff's wrist.

Although there is no redeeming way, the unscrupulous person always has a high chance of success.

It turned out that Harry had the help of the fake Moody, that is, Barty Crouch Jr., to be able to succeed.

Regardless of the number of competitions, although Krum's brain is not very good, but in terms of personal strength alone, there is no comparison between Harry and Krum in this period.

Being able to barely stand in front of Voldemort was just a flashback to the link between the curse and the wand.

But... that's enough, that's why the champion is not Krum or Cedric...

It was Harry's state, which made Fan Lin very worried.

The more you come into contact with things like dragons, the more you can experience the horror of dragons.

That kind of unreasonable destructive power is simply not something a little wizard can resist.

The question of the dragon seems to have become the most important issue at present,

However, Harry was obviously not a fragile person. When Fan Lin and the two returned to Gryffindor, at least Harry shifted his energy to one of the four dragons.

In fact, Hermione wasn't wrong at all.

We've got to keep you alive until Tuesday night, she said desperately, and then we'll think about Karkaroff.

The two walked around the lake three times, trying to find a spell that would defeat the dragon. But having no idea, Yu went back to the library. In the library, Harry pulls out every dragon book he can find, but those books only lead him to another search.

Claws cut off by mana, dealing with the filth on the scales', this spell is useless at all, it's for crazy people like Hagrid to strengthen their bodies.

Dragons are hard to kill because ancient magic has given them thick skin that only the most powerful spells can pierce.

But Sirius had clearly said that a simple spell could do the same.

Then let's find some easier spellbooks, said Harry, tossing The Man Who Loved Dragons aside.

He returned to the table with a stack of magic books in his hands, put down the books, and began to look through them one by one.

Hermione insisted in a low voice beside him, Oh, there is an exchange, but why do you want to exchange?

Unless you want to trade its wings for some wine gum or something, then it's not that dangerous. The thing is, like it says in the book, things can go through dragon skin, and I'd like to deform the dragon, but with a dragon that big, I doubt even Professor McGonagall can do it, or you're going to cast a spell on yourself ? Empower yourself? But those spells are not easy, I mean, I never tried them in class, I only knew about them in .L's internship report.

Hermione! Harry said through gritted teeth, can you shut up for a while?

I tried to concentrate, but when Hermione was silent, Harry's brain was filled with a monotonous hum, which made it impossible for him to concentrate. The instant burst scalping technique in Basic Magic, but the dragon has no hair, so it is likely to increase the firepower of the dragon; the horn tongue cutting technique, which is exactly what Harry needs, can be regarded as an additional weapon.

Oh no, he's back again, why can't he read on his bloody boat? said Hermione angrily. At this time Werther. Karen walked in with his head down, glanced at the two of them, and then sat in a far corner with a pile of books.

Come on, Harry, let's go back to the common room. His gang of followers will be killed soon, and it will be chirping again.

Indeed, as soon as they got up, a group of girls crept past them, one of them with a Bulgarian scarf around his waist.

Harry barely slept a wink that night. When he woke up in the morning, the first thing he thought seriously about was escaping Hogwarts. But as he looked around the Great Hall at breakfast and wondered what it would mean to run away from the castle, he knew he couldn't do it, it was the only place he was happy, well, he thought he'd been with his parents before It must be happy, but he can't remember it.

Anyway, the realization that he'd rather stay here and face a dragon than go back to Priwhite Street with Dudley calmed him down a bit.

It seemed that he could only hope for Fan Lin who didn't know what he was busy with.

With difficulty, Harry swallowed the bacon (his throat was terribly sore).

As he and Hermione got up to leave, they saw Cedric Diggory leave the Hufflepuff table too.

Cedric didn't know it yet, he was the only warrior who didn't.

If Harry guessed correctly, Madame Maxime and Karkaroff had already told Fleur and Krum.

Hermione, you go first, I will find you in the classroom, Harry said, watching Cedric make a decision as he left the auditorium, Let's go, I will catch up with you.

Harry, you'll be late, the bell will be ringing soon—

I'll catch up, okay?

By the time Harry retreated to the bottom of the marble staircase, Cedric was at the top, surrounded by a group of sixth years. Harry didn't want to talk to Cedric in front of them; those guys would quote Rita Skeeter to him every time he came near. Harry kept a distance from Cedric and saw him walking towards the corridor of spells.

This gave Harry an idea. He stood still, drew his wand, took careful aim, and gave a cry.

Diffind!

Cedric's pockets burst open. Parchment, quills, and books fell out and scattered on the ground. Several bottles of ink were also broken.

Don't bother you, I'll do it myself, said Cedric, a little annoyed, not letting his friends stoop to help him with the load, tell Professor Williver I'll be here soon, go!

This is exactly what Harry hoped to happen. It has to be said that Harry has won Fan Lin's true biography.

He put his wand back into his robes, waited until Cedric's group of friends had disappeared into class, and walked up quickly, leaving him and Cedric alone in the corridor.

Hi! Cedric said hello, and picked up a copy of Advanced Transfiguration Guide, which was already splashed with ink. My pocket has just been torn. It's a brand new pocket.

Cedric, said Harry, the first task is the dragon! What? said Cedric, looking up.

Dragon! Harry repeated quickly, in case Professor Williver came out to see what Cedric was up to.

There are four of them, one for each of us, and we must get past those dragons!

Cedric stared at Harry. In his eyes Harry saw some of the panic he'd been feeling since Saturday night.

Are you sure? Cedric asked in a quiet tone.

Couldn't be more sure, Harry replied.

But how did you find out? We shouldn't know.

Never mind that much, said Harry quickly - he knew Hagrid would get in trouble if he told the truth. I'm not the only one who knows. Fleur and Krum know now too—Madame Maxime and Karkaroff have seen dragons too.

Cedric stood up, arms stained with ink-stained quills, parchment, and books, his tattered sack dangling from his shoulder. He stared at Harry again, with a look of confusion, almost suspicion, in his eyes.

Why did you tell me? Cedric asked.

Harry looked at him incredulously. Harry was sure Cedric would not have asked him that if he had seen the dragon himself. Harry wouldn't want his worst enemy to face those monsters unprepared.

It's just, fair, isn't it? he said to Cedric. We all know now that we're on the same page, right?

Cedric was still looking at him a little suspiciously.

Suddenly Harry heard a familiar bump behind him and turned to see Mad-Eye Moody coming out of a nearby classroom.

Come with me, Potter? he growled eagerly. You go, Digory.

Harry looked at Moody with some concern. Had he heard what they had just said?

Well—Professor, I should take Herbal Medicine—

Don't worry, come to my office.

Harry had to follow him, wondering what was going to happen to him this time.

What if Moody wanted to know how he found out about dragons?

Would Moody go to Dumbledore and punish Hagrid, or turn him into a ferret?

Hey, it would be easier for me to get through dragons as a ferret, Harry thought sullenly, I would be much smaller, and I would be much harder to see from fifty feet...

He followed Moody into the office.

Moody closed the door behind him and turned to look at Harry, his magic eye and the other normal eye fixed on Harry.

Potter, you've just done a very noble thing, said Moody quietly.

Harry simply didn't know how to respond, it was not at all the reaction he had expected.

Sit! Moody said again.

So Harry sat down and looked around.

He had been here during the previous two owners of the office. When Professor Gilderoy Lockhart was around, there was a picture of the professor smiling and winking on the wall. And when Lupine lived here, you were more likely to come across some fascinating dark creatures that the professor had just acquired to use in class.

It was different now, the office was full of odd objects that Harry figured Moody had used in his Auror days.

On the table was a large, cracked, spinning glass top, which Harry recognized immediately as a Snick, since he had one himself, though much smaller than Moody's.

On a small table in the corner was what appeared to be a particularly curved, golden TV antenna, and it hummed slightly. There was something like a mirror hanging on the wall facing Harry, but there was no image of the room in it, just a few images moving around like shadows, but none of them were clearly displayed. 10