Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"He did a lot of work with the Ministry of Magic," said Sirius bitterly. "He said he recognized his mistake, and then he named a lot of people...he threw a whole bunch of people into Azka. class, to take his place... I can tell you, he's a bad guy there. As far as I know, he has been teaching black magic to the students of his school since he went out. So you also have to beware of that Warriors of Durmstrang."

"If he is still that loyal to his master, then Harry will be very dangerous." Sirius continued with a gesture of his hand.

Harry felt that his heart seemed to be filled with lead at this time, heavy, as if it was so difficult to beat.

In addition to facing the ferocious and brutal fire dragon, may he have to guard against plots off the field?

"Oh, take it easy, Harry," said Sirius reassuringly, with his palms on Harry's shoulders, realizing that he might have said it, "Dumbledore won't tolerate his small gestures, Mad-Eye Murdoch. Di is his helper, and he will be in charge of monitoring Karkaroff."

At the mention of Moody, Harry's body froze, and then he suddenly asked Sirius, "Does Professor Moody know my parents?"

"Why do you suddenly think of asking this question?" Sirius was a little strange, "I don't know, maybe, maybe, I know." He speculated, "Well, it's very likely that we were all under Dumbledore's leadership at the time. Together against Voldemort, James, Lily, and Moody are members of one of those groups." Sirius then grew convinced, adding.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix cannot always carry out their tasks alone, otherwise the meaning of establishing this organization will be lost.

When Sirius mentioned Voldemort's name, Ron shuddered unconsciously.

"I was one of the members at the time, but I was running around a lot. You know, Animagus would make it easy for me to gather intelligence. No one would pay attention to a black dog, would they?"

Harry nodded approvingly, and his doubts faded, amused at his doubts about Moody's thoughts.

If he really wanted to harm himself and induce himself to participate in the competition, why did he try his best to help him? Also gave him a hint for his first project.

There was only one answer—Moody really wanted to help him.

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Many students seem absent-minded in this day of class, today is Tuesday, November 24, 1994 AD, an ordinary and unusual day, the event of the world's attention - the first event of the Triwizard Tournament will be held today.

In the morning class, Professor McGonagall's superb Transfiguration seems to have lost its eye-catching effect today, and Professor Flitwick's skillful spell casting failed to attract more people's attention.

Not to mention the scripted, tedious speech of some ghost professor, all in all, the morning class is over quickly.

"Follow me, Draco." After Malfoy had finished his lunch in the Great Hall, Snape walked over to Malfoy's table in his black robe and the long, greasy black. Just put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"Okay, Professor Snape," Malfoy replied.

"Is the game about to start?" Pansy asked in a low voice at this time.

"Yes, Miss Parkinson." Snape said in a cold tone. "In addition, my suggestion is that you'd better watch the game quietly with the students of the same college, and don't affect the warrior's swing." Seeing Pansy who wanted to get up from the dining table at this time and follow him, Snape couldn't help but sneer.

"Don't worry." Malfoy gave Pansy a look that reassured her, maybe it was the situation he disclosed before, or maybe it was the absolute confidence revealed in Malfoy's eyes now, Pansy's hanging heart slowly let go down.

"Come on," she said.

"If you can come back safely... I will reward you..." Pansy said slightly shyly with her head down Very apprehensive.

"Then I might have to think carefully about how to fail decently." Malfoy teased, as if avoiding her reward.

Pansy's small movements suddenly stopped, and those beautiful eyebrows were about to stand up completely.

Malfoy watched Pansy about to fry again, and reassured: "Okay, just kidding, if I don't leave, I may really fail because I'm late. I'm waiting for your reward." He said with a smile, not at all. The nervousness you should have before a 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. His face was still indifferent, and Malfoy's choice of clothes today was a navy blue men's jacket that was easy to move. It looks neat and neat, and if it weren't for the wand in his hand, no one would think he was a wizard if he looked at it.

"Severus, we have to hurry." An elderly but spirited voice came from behind the two, and Professor McGonagall waved to them. She was standing with Harry at this time, bringing He walked in the direction of the two of them quickly, and after seeing Harry, Snape's indifferent face suddenly turned into a strong disgust, because the cold wind was hanging, the slightly purple lips were pressed tighter and tighter. .

"Okay, don't be nervous," she said, turning to Harry, some dry hands on his shoulders: "Keep your head down... We've got some wizards around, and if things don't go well, they'll meet The one who previously controlled the situation... The most important thing is to give full play to your own abilities, and no one will think that you are inferior to others... Are you all right?" While walking, she also conducted "psychological counseling" for Harry and "prewar mobilization".

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 field, they saw a tent erected there, blocking the dragons, and the entrance of the tent was facing them.

"You must go in with the other warriors," Professor McGonagall said to Harry, her voice trembling a little. "Wait for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is in there too...he will Let me tell you the steps...good luck."

"Thank you," Harry said in a flat, erratic voice.

"And Mr. Malfoy, I wish you the same good luck." Professor McGonagall said, looking at Malfoy in front of Snape.

"In your favor, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded.

"It's more real to worry about our Mr. Potter." Snape said sarcastically, the end of those deep and deep eyes were filled with hatred - in Harry's opinion, he probably wanted to die by himself Under the fangs and claws of the fire dragon, or burned to death by the flames.

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