Chapter 575

"You like my dark detector, don't you?" Moody said he was looking at Harry carefully.

"What is that?" Asked Harry, pointing to the winding golden antenna.

"Secret sensor. It vibrates when a lie is detected and the truth is hidden. Of course, there is no use here, there is too much interference - students in every direction lie about why they didn't finish their homework. So it's been buzzing ever since I came here. I also had to turn off my snicker because it kept beeping. It's so sensitive that signals within a mile can be picked up. Of course, it can receive more than the little things of children. " He added in a roaring voice.

"And what is this mirror for?"

"Oh, that's my enemy display mirror. See them ambush nearby? Unless I see the white part of their eyes in the mirror, I won't have any big trouble.

But then I'll have to open my suitcase

He let out a short, piercing laugh and pointed to a large suitcase under the window.

The suitcase has a row of seven keyholes. Harry wondered what would be in it, but it was obviously the mirror that attracted Harry more.

Harry had heard van Lim say that there was another nickname for this thing, called the enemy mirror.

Maybe he needs one, too, to master Voldemort's position.

Until Moody's problems brought him back to reality.

"So, did you find the dragon?"

Harry hesitated. He had been worried about that - he didn't tell Cedric, let alone Moody's - Hagrid broke the deal.

"Nothing," said moody as he sat down, stretched out his wooden leg and groaned.

"Cheating is a traditional part of the three wizard games, and it has always been so."

"I didn't cheat," Harry said harshly. "It was only - quite unexpectedly that I found out."

Moody grinned. "I don't blame you, shyness. I told Dumbledore at the beginning that he could be as straight as he liked, but old kakarov and maxim were not so noble. They tell their warriors everything. They just want to win. They want to beat Dumbledore and prove that he is just a mortal. "

Moody grinned again, his magic eyes spinning so fast that Harry was uncomfortable.

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

"No Harry said.

"Oh, I'm not going to teach you." Moody said rudely, "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 don't have any strength. " Harry blurted out, trying to speak, but he had finished.

In fact, this is the problem that has been bothering Harry.

If it's Vaseline, you just need to show the strength of the Quidditch World Cup, or two-thirds of the strength can be pushed by magic.

Simple, violent.

However, this is not the way Harry can master.

"No," growled moody. "I said you have power, you have it. Now think about it. What are you good at?"

Harry tried to concentrate. What do you do best? Oh, that's easy, really --

"Quidditch!" He hesitated and said, "there's a lot more -"

"that's right," moody said, his eyes fixed on Lee, his eyes fixed on alchemy. "I heard you're a great Aviator?"

"Well, yes, but..." Harry glared back at him. "I'm not allowed to use the broom. I only have a wand -"

"my second piece of advice," moody interrupted loudly, "is to use a working, simple mantra to help you get what you need."

Harry looked at him blankly. What did he need?

"Think about it, son." Moody's whispered, "it's not hard to think of putting everything together."

Suddenly Harry had an idea. He was the best at flying. He had to pass through the Dragon guards in the air. So he needed his rocket crossbow. In order to launch the catapult, he needs -

"Hermione, van Lin." Harry whispered.

Ten minutes later, he rushed into the No. 3 warm room and apologized hastily as he ran past professor spatlau.

"Hermione, I need your help."

"What do you think I've been trying to do, Harry?" She asked in a low voice. Over the top of the swaying fitter Bush that she was pruning, she had a look of discontent.

"Hermione, I have to learn to use the flying charm properly by tomorrow afternoon."

So they began to practice. Instead of having lunch, they went straight to an empty classroom, where Harry tried to make everything in the room fly towards him.

But it's a little difficult, not skilled enough. Those practice books and quills often lose their center of gravity and fall to the ground like a stone in the air."It won't work, so I can't get the broom from Gryffindor tower." Harry was a little frustrated that his magic could not support such a long-distance concentration.

"It takes some method, Harry."

Suddenly, the voice surprised Harry.

"Method, but, Vaseline, what method?" Looking at Van Lin coming in from the outside, although he said he didn't know what the bottle was for, Harry couldn't help focusing on it.

"Some simple ways, Harry." "Moody's message to you is not wrong, and it's very practical," Van Lin said

He naturally believed that fake moody would not cheat Harry.

On the contrary, moody wants Harry to succeed, especially at the first level.

"But as you can see, I can't help it at all, flying to curse..."

"You need to focus, Harry. You can do it." Said Fanlin.

"But there is no time." Harry was a little depressed.

"Maybe we can do something small." Fanlin smiles mysteriously.

"What means? And what have you been doing these two days Hermione came up, and van Lin smelled a little bad.

"What have you done? I can't help saying that you've been soaked in potions in your clothes?" Said Hermione.

A dilemma in Fanlin

It's true that his smell is really bad. The smell of those damned herbal juice mixed with dragon blood is a little bit

"Don't worry about that. Let's talk about the flying charm first." Van Lin coughed awkwardly. Although he said that his magic was a little cold, he still gave himself a clean mantra.

It doesn't feel good. The magic of ice and cold scrapes through every inch of skin.

Every inch

No wonder Professor Snape has a stoic face. Of course, if you don't look at his greasy head

According to legend, Professor Snape's cleaning work is done by cleaning up a new mantra. Ghost knows how he endures this constant torture

Or is it that he has changed the nature of the magic?

This is a question worth pondering, but now

"We just need to make a marker."

"Mark?" Harry didn't quite understand.

"The magic mark, on your broom, will strengthen your connection."

"That's it, that's it."

Van Lim took out his wand, and a bit of crystal blue light was forced out of his wand.

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

"What's the use of that?"

"Get in touch, Harry. Get in touch..." "You should be aware that the flying charm requires a connection between you and the summoned object. When this connection is used, it can be said that part of your magic is always attached to the broom, and you can catch it as long as it is not too far away."

"How far can it be?"

"Bigger than Hogwarts." Said Fanlin. "We don't have time. We have to use these things."

Harry nodded. In fact, he wanted to master it himself, but, tomorrow, he was going to face the big guys.

Survival is the most important thing.

Relying on the van Lin method, Harry learned to make magic marks in half an hour. After an hour, Harry was very surprised to find that no matter how far the mark was, he could clearly feel it.

"I'm cheating?"

"We just follow the tradition..." Where Lin Yi said, a face of righteousness, Harry almost believed his lies.

Why do I say that?

……

"And this one..." Vaseline took out the potions and said, "fire potions, if nothing happens, these potions will keep you alive in the fire of the Dragon Three minutes... "

"No accident?"

"I didn't experiment." "There are many factors to consider. There are four bottles corresponding to four dragons. In fact, for the fire of Chinese Fireball Dragon, the power of this thing is not very strong, and the time will be halved. After all, Fireball Dragon relies on powerful flame."

"That's good enough." Harry nodded. "At least I can survive."

"Maybe you can dodge the physical attack and use this potion to withstand the fire." "Don't worry, the basic formula is Professor Snape. We drank it in the first grade," Van Lin said

Harry nodded, and he remembered the feeling of crossing the fire with his body.

"The rest, it's up to you, Harry!" Vernin said that Hermione also looked at Harry worried"You've done enough." "Maybe we can have a party tomorrow night to celebrate that I'm alive," Harry said

A few people suddenly laughed, although it was unreasonable, but at least they knew that their efforts were not futile.

If Harry doesn't succeed, he's so sorry for his friends.

Van Lynn believed in Harry's courage, just as he believed in his magic.

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