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"He's still very problematic. We need to pay attention to him during this time in the castle."

Moody did not excuse or justify Crouch because he was his former boss, but said solemnly.

"I will keep an eye on him. If he has any changes, or has contact with some weird person, I will notify you immediately."

Dumbledore and Sherlock naturally had nothing to disbelieve in Moody's words.

In fact, according to Sherlock's idea that he would rather catch him by mistake than to miss it, if he did it wrong, he would just keep doing it tonight, grab him directly, and then pour Veritaserum.

If the man in black robe was Crouch, then everyone would be happy, follow the trail and arrest all these people hidden in Hogwarts.

If not, then apologize to him. It's best if he can forgive. If you can't forgive, just send it and forget it and force him to forgive.

But unfortunately, Dumbledore and Moody are destined not to agree to such a move.

They are all very well-behaved people. They wouldn't agree to cooperate with Sherlock in such an outrageous thing.

Now that Moody is willing to watch Crouch all the time, this is also a way.

He didn't have any teaching tasks in school, so he had plenty of time, so he could stare at Crouch all the time, and if he really gained something later, he might be able to find other more important clues.

So many things happened last night, but they did not affect the teaching order at Hogwarts during the day.

When Sherlock finished his class for the sixth graders in the morning and was walking towards the auditorium for lunch, in the foyer on the first floor, he happened to meet Shilk and just walked here.

The two naturally sat side by side on the long table on the high platform.

"You were attacked by a group of dragons last night?"

Shilk stared at him and asked.

Sherlock didn't show much surprise about what she knew about these things.

Even if Professor McGonagall won't talk nonsense to others, she won't hide it from Silk. She must have already known about it.

"Accidentally caught someone else's trap." Sherlock pretended not to care and said, "It's all a small matter, you don't see any injuries on my body, but the person who trapped me is not feeling well. It's been a while."

His consolation didn't say any lies. Shilk could see it with his eyes, so after seeing him, he just asked a question, and didn't say anything more about it.

At the same time, on the long Gryffindor table below the auditorium, Harry was having a tasteless lunch.

"What did you say to Cedric before class this morning?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

Harry shrugged.

"I'm going to tell him that the first event is fire dragon."

Hermione looked surprised.

"Why are you......"

"So we're on the same starting line," Harry emphasized, "Last night when Hagrid took me to the Forbidden Forest, Madame Maxime followed, and when I came out of the Forbidden Forest, I accidentally touched It's Karkaroff. The two of them will definitely tell the Warriors in their academy everything they know, and it's not fair to him if all three of us know and only Cedric doesn't."

Hermione didn't say much, but a relieved expression appeared on her face.

"I think you're doing the right thing, Harry."

Harry didn't care about her compliment, but stirred the pumpkin juice in the cup with a spoon with a distressed expression.

"But even if I know that the first project is a fire dragon, I haven't figured out how to deal with it now. I know too few spells, and I don't think I can even penetrate its skin. If I can be like Professor Forrest Just as good..."

His last words were very low, and Hermione couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Just like who?"

Harry shook his head hastily.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just thinking, how should I deal with the first game."

Although no one reminded him, Harry still consciously didn't tell the scene he saw last night.

However, he estimated that even if he said it, few students in the castle would believe it.

Four fire dragons as tall as a small mountain were divided into seven or eight pieces by one person in less than ten minutes. Even if that person was Professor Forrest, it was too far-fetched.

If Dumbledore were replaced, maybe half of the people would believe it.

Harry focused on the first event all morning. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out how he could deal with the fire dragon.

He finished lunch absentmindedly, Hermione went to the library to find some materials, Ron hadn't made up with him yet, Harry could only walk towards the Gryffindor lounge by himself.

Just when he reached the corner of the stairs on the fourth floor, an unexpected person suddenly stopped him.

"Hi, Harry Potter!"

Harry turned to look at the man who called him by name, it was Bagman.

He and the Minister of Sport at the Ministry of Magic had met at the Quidditch World Cup before the semester started, and had placed a bet with him on the winner of the final~www.NovelMTL.com~ but then, They don't have any more interactions.

"Hello, Mr. Bagman." Harry responded humbly.

Bagman has a smile on his face, that's his character.

"I heard you were a Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team in your first year? Then you must be very talented, but it's a pity there won't be a House Cup at Hogwarts this year, otherwise I can see how you do on the pitch."

Harry wasn't too surprised when Bagman chatted with him about Quidditch.

He knew that the director was also a professional golfer before he entered the Ministry of Magic.

"You are over the top, sir."

Bagman patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Every good Seeker is also a master broom manipulator. With this ability, it can help you a lot in the future. That's what the guy on my previous team was like. Even more kissing than his own wife, as long as the broom is there, there is basically nothing he can't do."

Harry wasn't in the mood to chat much, but after he heard Bagman's words, he was startled.

And when he came back to his senses, Bagman was no longer around.

Harry couldn't manage so much at all. He became extremely excited and walked back and forth in excitement for two times. Then he gave up the idea of ​​going directly to the lounge, and turned around and ran towards the library. go.

Soon he found Hermione in the library and pulled her out without a word.

"You must do me this favor, Hermione!"