HP Magic Biography

You like my dark detector, don't you? said Moody, who was watching Harry carefully.

What's that? Harry asked, pointing to the twisted golden antennae.

Secret sensor. Vibrates when it detects lies and hidden truths, of course it's useless here, there's too much distraction - there are students lying in every direction about why they didn't do their homework. So from me Been humming since here. I also had to turn off my snicker because it kept beeping. It's so sensitive it can pick up signals within a mile radius. Of course it can It's not just kids' little things to receive, he added in that growling voice.

Then what is this mirror for?

Oh, that's my enemy mirror. See them lurking around? Unless I see the whites of their eyes in the mirror, I'm not in any serious trouble.

But then I'll have to open the suitcase!

He let out a short, raspy laugh, pointing to a large suitcase under the window.

The suitcase has a row of seven keyholes. Harry wondered what would be inside, but it was the mirror that was clearly more attractive to Harry.

Harry heard from Fanlin that this thing has another name called the Enemy Mirror.

Maybe he needed one too, to keep track of Voldemort's location.

Until Moody's question quickly brought him back to reality.

So, you discovered the dragon?

Harry hesitated. He'd been worrying about it—he didn't tell Cedric, let alone Moody—and Hagrid had broken the deal.

Nothing, said Moody, sitting down, stretching out his wooden legs, and moaning.

Cheating is a traditional part of the Trinity Tournament, it always has been.

I didn't cheat, said Harry sternly, that's just — I found out by accident.

Moody grinned. I don't blame you, shy little one. I told Dumbledore at the beginning that he could be as upright as he liked, but old Karkaroff and Maxime would not be so lofty. They told Everything about their own warriors. They just want to win. They want to beat Dumbledore, to prove he's only human.

Moody laughed harshly again, and his magic eyes rolled quickly,

It made Harry uncomfortable.

So, have you figured out how to get past the dragon? Moody asked.

No. Harry replied.

Oh, I'm not going to teach you, said Moody roughly, I'm not partial, I'm not.

I'm just going to give you some good, general advice. The first point is - use your power.

I have no power at all. Harry blurted out, but he was about to say it but he had finished.

In fact, this is exactly what has been troubling Harry.

If it was Fan Lin, he only needed to show his strength at the Quidditch World Cup, or two-thirds of his strength could be pushed through by magic spells.

Simple, violent.

However, this is destined not to be a method that Harry can master.

No, Moody snarled, I said you have the power you have, now think about it, what are you best at?

Harry tried to concentrate. Best at? Oh, that's easy, really—

Quidditch! he replied hesitantly, and a lot—

That's right, said Moody, who fixed his eyes on Leigh without moving his alchemy eyes. I hear you're a very good pilot?

Well, yes, but... Harry stared back at him, I'm not allowed to use a broom, all I have is a wand—

My second piece of advice, interrupted Moody loudly, is to use a simple spell that works, to help you get what you need.

Harry stared at him blankly, what do you need?

Think about it, boy, Moody whispered. Put it all together. It's not hard to think of.

Suddenly Harry had an idea. He is best at flying, and he has to pass through the dragon's guard in the air. So, he needs his rocket crossbow. And for the Thunderbolt Crossbow, he needs—

Hermione, Fan Lin. Harry said softly.

Ten minutes later he burst into Conservatory Three, apologizing hastily as he ran past Professor Sputrow.

Hermione, I need your help.

What do you think I've been trying to do, Harry? she whispered back. It was her disapproving glance over the tops of the swaying phytobus bushes she was pruning.

Hermione, I have until tomorrow afternoon to learn how to cast the Coming Charm properly.

So they started practicing. They skipped lunch and went straight to an empty classroom, where Harry did his best to make various objects in the room fly at him.

But it's still a bit difficult and not proficient enough. Those practice books and quills often lose their center of gravity halfway through the air and fall to the ground like stones.

This won't work, so I won't be able to call the broom from Gryffindor Tower. Harry was a little frustrated, his magic power simply couldn't support such a long-distance concentration.

It will take some method, Harry.

Suddenly, this voice surprised Harry very much.

Method, but, Fan Lin, what method? Looking at Fan Lin who came in from the outside, although he said he didn't know what the bottle in his hand was for, Harry still couldn't help but focus on it.

Some simple methods, Harry. Fan Lin said, The tips Moody gave you are not wrong, and they are very feasible.

As Fan Lin said, he naturally believed that the fake Moody would not lie to Harry.

On the contrary, Moody, more than anyone, wished Harry success in the competition, especially on the first level.

But you've also seen that I can't do anything about it, the Flying Curse...

You need to focus on Harry, and you can do that, Fan Lin said.

But, there's no time. Harry was a little frustrated.

Perhaps, we can use some small tricks. Fan Lin smiled mysteriously.

What method? Also, what have you been doing these two days? Hermione walked over, and Fan Lin exuded a somewhat bad smell.

What did you do, it's hard to say, you soaked in the potion with your clothes on? Hermione said.

Fan Lin is embarrassed...

Indeed, the smell on his body is indeed very unpleasant, the smell of those damn herbal juice mixed with dragon blood is really a bit...

Don't worry about this, let's talk about the Flying Curse first. Fan Lin coughed awkwardly. Although his magic power was a bit cold, Fan Lin still gave himself a cleansing spell.

It didn't feel good, cold magic scraping every inch of skin.

every inch...

No wonder Professor Snape has a cold face of the ascetic department. Of course, if you don't look at his oily head...

According to legend, Professor Snape's cleaning work is done by cleaning up the spell, who knows how he endured this kind of torture for many years...

Or is it just his magical power that has changed its nature?

It's a question worth pondering, but for now...

We just need to make a mark.

Mark? Harry didn't quite understand.

The magic mark, on your broom, this will strengthen the bond between you.

That's right, that's it.

Fan Lin took out his wand, and a crystal blue light forced out from his wand.

That's why you can't use my magic wand. In fact, everyone's magic power is different, but the difference between my magic power and yours is bigger.

What's the use of this?

Strengthen the connection, Harry, strengthen the connection... Fan Lin said, You should be clear that the Flying Curse requires a connection between you and the summoned item. Once you establish this connection, you can Said, part of your magic has been attached to the broom, as long as it is not too far away, you can capture it.

How far can it go?

It's bigger than Hogwarts. Fan Lin said. We're running out of time, we have to use these things.

Harry nodded, in fact, he really wanted to master it by himself, but, but tomorrow he was going to face those big guys.

Survival is the most important thing.

Relying on Fan Lin's method, Harry learned to make a magic mark after half an hour, and after an hour, Harry was very pleasantly surprised to find that no matter how far away the mark was, he could clearly feel it.

Am I cheating?

We just follow the tradition... Fan Lin said righteously, with a righteous look on his face, Harry almost believed his nonsense.

Why do I say that?

...

And this... Fan Lin took out those potions, Fire potions, if nothing else happens, these potions can make you survive the dragon's flame... for three minutes...

Not surprisingly?

I haven't tried it. Fan Lin said, There are many factors to consider. There are four bottles here, corresponding to the four dragons. In fact, the power of this thing is not too strong for the flames of the Chinese Fireball Dragon. The time will be halved, after all, the fireball dragon relies on the powerful flame.

That's good. Harry nodded. At least I survived.

Maybe you can escape the physical attack, and then use this potion to withstand the flames. Fan Lin said, Don't worry, the basic formula is from Professor Snape, we drank it in the first grade.

Harry nodded, remembering how it felt, walking through the flames physically.

The rest, you can only rely on yourself, Harry! Fan Lin said, and Hermione also looked at Harry worriedly...

You've done enough, Harry said. Perhaps we can have a celebratory dinner tomorrow night to celebrate that I'm alive.

Several people suddenly laughed. Although it was unreasonable, at least they knew that their efforts were not in vain.

If Harry didn't succeed, he would be really sorry for his friend.

Fan Lin believed in Harry's courage, just as he believed in his own magic power. 10