Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Mr. Crouch seemed to have suddenly woken up from his deep thoughts. During the argument just now, he said nothing, as if the whole person was detached from the field. Now he has completely recovered. Now he looks very haggard, with eyes below There were two deep shadows, and the wrinkled skin was as transparent as paper.

At the Quidditch World Cup, he was in high spirits.

"Your son is standing right across from you," Malfoy said heartily, with such a little sympathy for the man.

But in a sense, he is also to blame.

Half of Moody's body was leaning against the fireplace, and his normal eye was half-squinted, looking at everything in front of him. Now that Harry successfully competed, he didn't need to expose Karkaroff's shortcomings.

"Okay," Crouch said now. "Directing. Yes...the first project..."

In no time, Crouch gave the first project a general, if not equivalent, description.

According to him, this competition is to test the courage of the warriors. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality of wizards, so the content will be kept secret, only the time of the competition is mentioned.

"But..." Karkaroff now has another opinion.

"We will discuss the compensation method separately, Principal Karkaroff." Crouch guessed that the man wanted to start entanglement again, and said first.

And Harry was a little distracted, still recalling one of the words Crouch said just now: "The Goblet of Fire is very demanding, and the Warriors need to put a lot of energy into it, so they can skip the school year exams."

"If Ron knew, he might be envious," he thought.

"It's time for us to say goodbye." Madame Maxime looked up at the quartz clock hanging beside the bookcase at this time, only to realize that it was getting late, "Furong, let's go."

"I'm more looking forward to what will happen in future games now." Fleur said to Malfoy with a smile, stroking her waist-length silver before turning her head to follow Madam Maxime's footsteps. Step out of this house.

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"Nice job, Harry!" said Ron cheerfully at the table now.

There was an air of joy in the Gryffindor lounge, all screaming, cheering, and whistling.

"Unexpectedly, when the third name was sprayed out, I thought we were just crushed by Slytherin. I didn't expect Harry to give us such a big surprise." Fred raised his eyebrows and said.

"The Triwizard Tournament should now be renamed the Quadruple Tournament." George joked.

"Harry, how did you do that?" Hermione pressed, sensitively thinking something was wrong.

"I don't know either." Harry shook his head helplessly, a little ashamed in his heart, he lied, and suddenly remembered what Moody had told him in private before.

Not long ago, after an ordinary Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Mr. Moody, wait, I have a question for you." Harry stopped Moody, who was packing up the teaching aids and preparing to leave.

Of course, it is not so much a teaching aid as it is the insect corpse left after the experiment.

"Oh, Potter, I know what you're asking, and you want to compete in the Triwizard Tournament." Moody looked at the empty classroom, then said straight to the point, "You have to believe in your abilities, Potter, who beat the People who have been through the Dark Lord will not be bound by this magic that is only used for screening." Moody's normal eye narrowed slightly, and said in a strange tone, no one will know what he is now. Facing this boy who made his master fall from the peak, how would he feel?

"Yes, yes?" Harry asked with some doubts.

At this time, he had some doubts that Moody was perfunctory to him, and was ready to leave in disappointment.

"But." Moody's words changed at this time, and the magic eye trembled.

"Even if you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, you can't guarantee that your name will be sprayed out during the test. I don't think you have the absolute confidence to let the Goblet of Fire recognize your strength, right?" Inducing something, he said.

"No one can guarantee, Mr. Moody." Although Harry replied, but he heard something else from Moody's words.

"I can." Moody said with a smile, but his amiable appearance didn't match his sinister eye.

"This is not a convenient place to talk." Moody looked around, then said, "Come to my office, we can have a good talk."

"Okay, Professor Moody." Harry felt a little uneasy at this time, but still followed closely behind him.

With a creak, the wooden door opened, and Harry remembered that he and Ron and Hermione had been waiting for Professor Lupin in it not long ago, and had run into Sirius.

It turned out that when Professor Lupin was still there, he could often see some very wonderful and fresh dark magic creatures here, which were brought by Lupin for them to learn in the classroom. The office was now full of bizarre gadgets that Harry guessed Moody had used when he was an Auror.

On Moody's desk, there was something like a cracked glass top. Harry recognized it immediately, it was a looking glass, because he had one himself, but it was much smaller than Moody's. In the corner of a small table, there was a curious thing that looked a bit like a golden TV antenna, but it was twisted so badly that it kept humming softly. There was a mirror-like thing hanging on the wall opposite Harry, but it did not reflect the scene in the room. There were many dark figures dangling in it, but they were blurred and unreal.

"You look very interested in my dark magic detector?" Moody seemed to have seen through what Harry was thinking, and took the initiative to hand over what he said.

"Thank you." Harry took it and looked at it carefully.

"We can get on with our business, Mr. Potter."

"You want to compete, but with all due respect, it's not very likely, the senior students already occupy a huge proportion of them, such as Hufflepuff's Digory Cedric, and their peers, Slater Lin's student cooperated quite well with me last year, and I also recognize his strength."

Moody explained the current situation, and every word he said made Harry a little frustrated. According to him, even if he could surpass Dumbledore's limitations, it seemed that he could not become a warrior.

"However, there are only three players in the Triwizard Tournament for a reason." Moody's words changed at this time, and it was quite far-fetched and illogical.

"Of course, Mr. Moody, if there are two warriors in one school, it will definitely be in big trouble, and the other two schools will not be happy, and the Goblet of Fire has already limited this." Harry Hugh Min said in an emotionless tone of stating the facts.

Even though Hermione wasn't particularly interested in the Goblet of Fire, her habit still allowed her to dabble in some knowledge. After all, her friends might be participating in the competition, so Harry also learned a lot of secrets that Dumbledore didn't mention at the time.

"What if there's a fourth school competing?" Moody asked.

"But the only schools competing now are Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang." Harry immediately refuted Moody's hypothesis, and saw Moody's two eyes staring straight at him Touching him, making him a little hairy and chilling down his spine.

"What if there's a fourth school competing?" Moody asked again slowly.

Under a shock, Harry's confused eyes suddenly became clear.

"It's against the rules! Mr. Moody!" said Harry.

"Which school rule was violated, Mr. Potter? In my class, black magic can even be cast on living insects. Will casting a little curse on a dead thing get you fired?"

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"Professor Moody, I have one last question."

"you say."

"Heh." Moody chuckled lightly, limping to a piece of shabby sand to sit down, and then the magic eye and the pair of green eyes looked at each other.

"James, your father, I owe him so much, and his son deserves to move my bottom line a little bit back." Moody raised his hand and said meaningfully.

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