Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

No matter how much Harry was despised in the castle, after the real game began, he was still a warrior supported by the entire Hogwarts students.

Although Karkaroff was obviously biased when scoring and deliberately gave him a low score, this did not affect Harry's current mood at all.

When he came out of the arena, Hermione and Ron were waiting for him below.

"You need to go find Madam Pomfrey now and she will heal the wound on your arm."

When they met, Hermione didn't mention what happened in the game just now. Instead, she looked at Harry's arm worriedly and pulled him towards the makeshift infirmary set up by Madam Pomfrey nearby.

Ron, who was following them, no longer had the indifference he showed towards Harry before. He was embarrassed and apologized to Harry with a guilty look on his face.

"I understand Harry, whoever threw your name into the Goblet of Fire, they want your life!"

"You finally understand?" Harry's voice was full of resentment, "This has taken a long enough time."

Hermione stood nervously between them, looking here and there. Ron's face looked extremely guilty, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to apologize to Harry.

But before he could say anything, Harry interrupted him.

"It doesn't matter, Ron, just forget about it, sooner or later, as long as you understand."

"No, this is my fault." Ron still insisted.

Hermione suddenly started crying when she looked at them. She grabbed them both and hugged them, cursing in a tearful voice.

"You two are so stupid!"

She seemed to be moved by the scene in front of her, crying louder and louder, and ran out of the infirmary tent.

Madam Pomfrey had already pulled Harry over. She saw the wound that had been scratched out by the dragon's claws, with a look of disgust on her face.

"It's the fire dragon again."

She was helping Harry treat his wounds, while Ron was chattering to him about how others got the golden eggs from the fire dragon, and their final scores.

After taking care of the wound, Harry would return to the warrior's tent, and Ron would be waiting for him outside.

He and Cedric praised each other for doing a good job, but both of them looked a little embarrassed on the surface. Harry only injured his arm, while Cedric suffered a small burn on his face. Mrs. Frey applied a yellow ointment.

Although Fleur and Krum's scores were both low, from the appearance point of view, they were much more calm (Fleur changed into a skirt in private).

Naturally, they gathered in the tent again to read out the competition time for the next event.

"The second project will start at 9:30 am on February 24 next year. Before that, you can take a long break - but we have to leave some questions for you to consider!"

Bagman's voice was still brisk.

"You look down at those golden eggs you're holding in your hands, and you'll see they can be opened... See the seam there? You must unravel the clues provided in the eggs - that will tell you the second You can prepare in advance what the project is! Are you clear about it? If there are no problems, you can leave!"

Just when Harry walked out of the tent and met Ron, he looked up and saw a witch in bright green robes.

It's Rita Skeeter.

Just seeing her, Harry couldn't help showing a look of disgust on his face. Before Skeeter could come up, he turned around and left with Ron, completely ignoring her greeting.

"I swear, I will never answer her a word again!" Harry muttered softly.

When the first competition event ended, Sherlock's work for the day was also over.

But at this time, he had other things to do. With a bright smile on his face, he got close to Charlie and asked if he could buy a complete dragon corpse from their research institute.

Charlie was pestered by him, looking helpless.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, Sherlock. It's just that there are rules in the institute. We dragon trainers cannot make decisions in private about this kind of business. If you really want to buy it, you can go to Romania when you have time. I will help you." You negotiated with the institute."

Sherlock's face was still full of unwillingness to give up.

"Can't you buy this dragon corpse in your name first? Don't worry, I won't pay any less for how much it costs."

"This is really not possible." Charlie looked embarrassed, "These four dragons were originally loaned out from the institute. They died in Hogwarts. The people in the institute are already very unhappy. I want to get rid of them first. If I take the body back and sell it to you directly here, the higher-ups will definitely pursue it."

Hearing that this would indeed cause trouble for Charlie, Sherlock stopped insisting.

He smacked his lips and looked at the four dragon trainers who were putting them into iron cages and preparing to take them away with a look of reluctance.

To be honest, letting Tip wear dragon skin to fool people this time gave him a taste of the sweetness.

Fiddlesticks is simply a perfect tool.

After it occupies the body of the fire dragon and takes control, it can not only use all the abilities of the fire dragon, but also cannot feel pain. Even if half of the body is destroyed, it can still continue to fight.

It can be called an emotionless fighting machine.

It's just that these dragon corpses are not for sale. If you really want to buy them, you have to go to Romania in person to do this business.

Of course, Sherlock didn't have time to leave Hogwarts this semester. He could only watch Charlie and the others leave with regret, waiting to settle the matter of tipping Longpi when he had time.

After the first project is completed, the second project will not start until next year.

The warriors can naturally relax for a long time during this period, but the study life in Hogwarts still has to continue.

After the game, Moody made a special trip to have a meeting with Sherlock.

"Crouch is ready to leave Hogwarts."

As soon as he spoke, look for Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com Sherlock frowned.

"Why did he leave?"

"The time gap between the two projects is too long. As the Director of the Ministry of Magic, it is naturally impossible for him to stay in Hogwarts with nothing to do all the time." Moody said.

Sherlock touched his chin and thought.

"Actually, I was wondering if we should do something a little risky."

Moody looked at Sherlock with his good eye.

"Do you want to use some special means?"

Sherlock said nothing, but this in itself meant that he acquiesced to Moody's words.

Moody's face turned serious.

"I don't suggest you do this, Sherlock. You must first understand that Crouch is not just a senior official of the Ministry of Magic!"