Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"He has done a lot of work with the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said bitterly. "He said that he recognized his mistakes, and then he said many people's names... He threw a large number of people into Azka. Ben, take his place...I can tell you that he is so popular there. As far as I know, he has been teaching black magic to the students in his school since he went out. Therefore, you should also beware of that one. Warrior of Durmstrand."

"If he was still a little loyal to his master, Harry would also be very dangerous." Sirius continued, making gestures with his hands.

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

In addition to facing the fierce and brutal fire dragon, maybe he still has to guard against plotting outside the field?

"Oh, relax, Harry." Sirius's palm reached Harry's shoulder, realizing that he might have said it, and comfortingly said, "Dumbledore will not tolerate his little movements, Mad-eyed Mu Di is the helper he invited, and he will be responsible for monitoring Karkaroff."

Speaking of Moody, Harry's body was stiff, and then he suddenly asked Sirius: "Does Professor Moody know my parents?"

"Why do I suddenly think of asking this question?" Sirius was a little strange. "I don't know, maybe, maybe I know it." He speculated, "Well, it's very possible. To fight Voldemort together, James, Lily and Moody are all members of one of the organizations." Then Sirius gradually became convinced, adding.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix cannot always perform tasks individually, otherwise the meaning of establishing this organization will be lost.

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

"I was also one of the members at the time, but I often ran around outside. As you know, Animagus makes it very convenient for me to collect information. No one will pay attention to a black dog, right?"

Harry nodded in approval, his doubts disappeared, and he was amused at his doubts about Moody's thinking.

If he really wants to hurt himself and induce himself to participate in the competition, then why do he do his best to help him?He also gave him a hint for his first project.

There is only one answer-Moody really wants to help him.

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Many students appeared absent-minded in this day's class. Today is Tuesday, November 24, 1994 AD. It is an unusual and unusual day. The world-renowned event-the first event of the Triwizard Tournament will be Held today.

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

Not to mention the tedious speech of a certain ghost professor's transcript, and in short, the morning class ended quickly.

"Follow me, Draco." After Malfoy had lunch in the auditorium, Snape wore his black robe and walked to Malfoy's table in the greasy black long. Shi Gang put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"Okay, Professor Snape." Malfoy stood up and replied.

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

"Yes, Miss Parkinson." Snape said in a nonchalant tone. "Also, my advice is that you'd better go to the game with the students in the same college quietly, so as not to affect the Warriors' swings." Seeing Pansy who was trying to stand up from the dining table at this time, Snape couldn't help but mocked.

"Don't worry." Malfoy gave Pansy a reassuring look. Maybe it was the situation he revealed before, or maybe it was the absolute confidence 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 lowered his head and said a little bit shyly. The uninjured leg was lying on the ground, whirling gently, rubbing, and his heart appeared Very worried.

"Then I might have to think about how to fail gracefully." Malfoy teased, seeming to avoid her reward.

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

Malfoy watched Pansy about to blow up his hair again, soothed: "Okay, kidding, I might really fail because I'm late, I'm waiting for your reward." He smiled and said nothing. The tension before the game.

Then the two left the auditorium and slowly walked down the stone steps to the outdoors.

It was a cold afternoon. The cold wind kept blowing Snape’s black robe hunting and hunting. His face was still indifferent, and Malfoy chose to wear a navy blue men’s jacket that is easy to move. It looks simple and neat, if he is not holding a magic wand in his hand, no one will think of him as a wizard.

"Severus, we have to hurry up." A somewhat old but energetic voice came from behind the two, and Professor McGonagall beckoned to them. She was standing with Harry at this moment, carrying He walked quickly in the direction of the two of them, and after seeing Harry, Snape's indifferent expression suddenly turned into a thick disgust, because the cold wind hung, and the slightly purple lips tightened. .

"Okay, don't be nervous," she turned to Harry and said with some dry hands holding his shoulders: "Keep your head calm... We have arranged for some wizards to be nearby. If the situation is not good, they will come. The former is in control of the situation... The most important thing is to fully use your own abilities, no one will think you are inferior to others... Are you okay?" While walking, she also provided "psychological counseling" for Harry. And "pre-war 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 see the field clearly, they saw a tent erected there to block the fire dragons, and the entrance of the tent was facing them.

"You must go in with a few other warriors," Professor McGonagall said to Harry, her voice trembling, "Waiting for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is in there... he will Tell you the steps... Good luck."

"Thank you." Ha said in a monotonous, erratic voice.

"And Mr. Malfoy, and good luck to you too." Professor McGonagall said, looking at Malfoy in front of Snape.

"As you say, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded.

"It's better to worry about our Mr. Potter." Snape said mockingly, and the deep and deep eyes were filled with hatred-in Harry's view, he might be eager to die. Under the fangs and claws of the fire dragon, it was either burned alive by the flames.

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