The Son of Light of the Snake House

Sirius lay blankly on the bed for a long time, he raised one hand, and observed his palm repeatedly - the complex lines on it represented the years he had passed, while the mottled thick calluses showed Out of the original escape.

He chose a cloudy afternoon, and before the group of dementors had enough to eat, he first transformed into his Animagus form, and then he clung to the dementor that always came to absorb him. The ghost's empty body, taking advantage of his emaciated body after starving for several days, got out in one go.

He swam across a long sea, and crossed countless high mountains, until he finally approached Hogwarts and met the son left behind by his best friend.

Sirius looked at the gray top of Regulus's bed, thought about it, and grabbed his wand again: "Harry's letter is coming!"

Immediately afterwards, letters rushed in like snowflakes, burying him completely with lightning speed.

He fumbled in the envelope twice before picking out a recent letter from Harry.

"...Daniel also said that if you solved the button puzzle—he insisted that it was a detective's game—then he had an extra bonus for you to try..."

...............

"What is that mirror for?"

Harry didn't know what to say in front of Professor Moody, but he was really interested in the mysterious Professor Moody.

"Oh, that's my demon mirror. See those sneaky figures? If I can see the whites of their eyes, I'm in real trouble. Then I'm going to open my case."

He gave a short, hoarse laugh, and pointed to the big box under the window.There are seven keyholes in a row on that.

Harry stared at the long box, his brain flicked suddenly, and an idea appeared in his mind-this box seemed to fit just enough for a person.

Then he realized that he seemed to have said it, and Professor Moody's face had been pulled down, looking much more gloomy.

Harry was a little confused, but it was always right to be the first to apologize: "...sorry, Professor, did I think too much...?"

Professor Moody stared at him closely, until Harry felt cold all over, then he looked away as if nothing had happened: "Your thinking is very active, that's good."

His "fine" made Harry sound weird for some reason.But Professor Moody quickly changed the subject.

"So...you found out about the fire dragon, didn't you?"

Harry hesitated.He'd been worrying about that all the time - Hagrid hadn't told Cedric, and certainly wouldn't have told Moody, about Hagrid's breach of the charter.

"That's all right," said Moody, sitting down and straightening his wooden leg desperately. "Cheating has always been a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament."

"I didn't cheat," Harry said unequivocally, "I was—I found out by accident."

"Maybe." Moody curled his lips, but it didn't look obvious: "Dumbledore can carry forward a noble style, but I dare say that Karkaroff and Maxim are by no means so detached. They will try their best to put everything They all told their warriors. They wanted to win. They wanted to beat Dumbledore. They wanted to prove that he was only mortal."

Harry looked into his roving blue eyes, getting a little tired of this conversation...it wasn't going to help against dragons!

"So... have you figured out how to get past your dragon?" Moody asked.

Harry shook his head.

"Of course. Don't expect me to tell you the answer, we—" Professor Moody pointed to himself, and then to Harry: "—including Hogwarts, the entire organizer, needs to be responsible for us The Triwizard Tournament remains fair."

"But, if you want, I have something here to let you know," he continued.

"Oh." Harry agreed dryly: "So, do you have a potion here that can make the fire dragon fall asleep?" He had already given up using the spell. Could it be that he could learn such a difficult and important spell in a few days? ?Or, maybe Daniel should borrow that Magnum... Will the bullets break through the tough scales of Charmander?Harry wasn't sure.

"You misunderstood, child." Professor Moody shook his head as expected: "I will not provide any material assistance."

He clenched on the word "supplies", but he didn't say it to death: "I only have two...advice."

He gazed into Harry's with his good eye, and it was only then that Harry noticed that he also had a deep scar on his forehead.

"Are you interested in this?" Professor Moody touched it with his hand, and then smiled: "This is the wound I left when I caught a Death Eater. He was really cunning, but he was released by the Ministry of Magic in the end." ..."

"It's Karkaroff?" Harry couldn't hold back, and said it directly

Moody's smirk stopped. "You know more than I thought—let's not get sidetracked, shall we? First piece of advice..."

"The first one is to give full play to one's strengths." He looked at him meaningfully.

"I have no strengths." Harry blurted out, and it was too late to take it back.

"Sorry, I don't agree," said Moody gruffly. "I said you have strengths, and you have strengths. Think about it. What are you best at?"

For some reason, these words suddenly reminded Harry of the domineering president that Daniel often talked about before. Although he didn't understand why the president was so domineering, Professor Moody's words were indeed very domineering.

Then she realized that she shouldn't be distracted, so what was she good at... The answer was obvious: Quidditch.

"That's right," said Moody, staring at Harry, the magic eye barely moving.That probably means he answered correctly.thought Harry.

"Yes, but..." said Harry, looking at him, "I can't use a broom, I can only carry a wand—"

"My second piece of general advice to you," interrupted Moody, aloud, "is to say a simple but effective spell that will enable you to get what you need."

Harry didn't know how he got out of Professor Moody's office, but his mind was full of Professor Moody's words - spells, acquisitions, Quidditch...

"This is what I need!" The sudden flash of inspiration immediately awakened Harry's mind.

"Uh, are you sure?" Ron asked him cautiously, and the ugly Mibu Mibao in his hand was spouting out a lot of thick and foul-smelling dark green juice.

"Well, I'll leave them all to you if you want," Ron promised, taking the Meebu Meebo off the top of the trash can and holding it up in front of Harry.

The author has something to say:

Moody: Duckhead, you can't go wrong with the look in your eyes when you love someone, and you can only play the trick of playing hard to get once-it's only natural for you to have feelings for me.

Harry:?The smell of the professor.