HP Magic Biography

"You like my dark detector, don't you?" Moody said as he was watching Harry closely.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to the twisty golden antenna.

"Secret sensor. It trembles when it detects lies and hides the truth. Of course, it is useless here. There are too many interferences-students in every direction are lying about why they haven't completed their homework. So from me I’ve been buzzing since here. I also had to turn off my Snike, because it kept beeping. It’s too sensitive and can receive signals within a mile. Of course, it can. The reception is more than just the children's trivial things." He added in that roaring voice.

"Then what does this mirror do?"

"Oh, that's my enemy's display mirror. Do you see them hiding in ambush nearby? Unless I see the white part of their eyes in the mirror, I won't be in any serious trouble.

But by then I have to open the suitcase! "

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

The suitcase has a row of seven keyholes. Harry wondered what was in it, but it was obvious that the mirror was more attractive to Harry.

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

Maybe he also needs one to master Voldemort's position.

Until Moody's problems brought him back to reality.

"So, did you discover the dragon?"

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

"It's nothing," Moody said, and he sat down, stretched out his wooden legs, and groaned.

"Cheating is a traditional part of the Three Witch Fighting Tournament, as it has always been."

"I didn't cheat," Harry said sternly. "It was only-I found out in an unexpected situation."

Moody grinned. "I didn't blame you, shy. I told Dumbledore at the beginning that he can stay upright as he likes, but old Karkaroff and Maxim are not that noble. They told Everything about their own warriors. They just want to win. They want to defeat Dumbledore to prove that he is nothing but a mortal."

Moody smiled harshly again, his magic eyes turning so fast that Harry was uncomfortable looking at him.

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

"No." Harry replied.

"Ah, I'm not going to teach you." Moody said roughly, "I am not partial, I am not.

I only intend to give you some good, general suggestions. The first point is-use your power. "

"I don't have any strength." Harry blurted out, trying to speak but he was done.

In fact, this is exactly the problem that has always plagued Harry.

If you change to Fanlin, you only need to use the strength shown in the Quidditch World Cup, or two-thirds of the strength can be pushed through by the spell.

Simple and violent.

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

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

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

"Quidditch!" He replied hesitantly, "There are many more—"

"That's right," Moody said, staring at Lee firmly, his alchemy eyes didn't move. "I heard, you are a great pilot?"

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

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

Harry looked at him blankly, what did he need?

"Son, think about it," Moody whispered. "Put everything together, it's not hard to think of."

Suddenly Harry thought of it. He is the best at flying, he has to pass the dragon guard in the air. So he needed his rocket crossbow. And for the Thunderbolt, he needs--

"Hermione, Fanlin," Harry said softly.

Ten minutes later, he rushed into greenhouse No. 3 and hurriedly apologized as he ran past Professor Sputlaw.

"Hermione, I need your help."

"What do you think I have been trying to do, Harry?" she asked quietly. Over the top of the swaying Fetebo bush she was trimming, she was showing dissatisfaction.

"Hermione, I have to learn how to use the Flying Curse correctly by tomorrow afternoon."

So they started practicing. They didn't eat lunch, and went straight to an empty classroom, where Harry tried his best to let various objects in the room fly towards him.

But it's still a bit difficult and not skilled enough. Those practice books and feather pens often lose their center of gravity when they fly halfway through the air and fall to the ground like rocks.

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

"It needs some method, Harry."

Abruptly, the voice surprised Harry.

"Method, but Fanlin, what method?" Looking at Fanlin who walked in from the outside, although he didn't know what the bottle was in his hand, Harry couldn't help but focus on it.

"Some simple methods, Harry." Fanlin said. "The tips that Moody's gave you are not wrong and very feasible."

As Fanlin said, he naturally believed that fake Moody would not lie to Harry.

On the contrary, Moody wants Harry to succeed in the game more than anyone, especially in the first level.

"But you have seen it too, I can't help it at all, flying curse..."

"You need to focus on Harry, you can do it," Fanlin said.

"But, there is no time." Harry was frustrated.

"Perhaps, we can make some small tricks." Fanlin smiled mysteriously.

"What means? And, what have you been doing in the past two days?" Hermione walked over, and Fanlin had a somewhat terrible smell.

"What are you doing, I'm embarrassed to say, you are soaking in the potion in your clothes?" Hermione said.

Fanlin is embarrassed...

Indeed, the smell on his body is indeed very unpleasant, the smell of those **** herbal juices and dragon blood mixed together is really a bit...

"Don't mind this, let's talk about the Flying Curse first." Fanlin coughed awkwardly. Although his magic power was a bit cold, Fanlin still gave himself a cleansing curse.

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

Every inch...

No wonder Professor Snape has an ascetic cold face. Of course, if you don’t look at his oily head...

According to legend, Professor Snape's cleaning work is done by cleaning up a new curse. The ghost knows how he endures this kind of torture...

Or is it true that his magic has changed his nature?

This is a question worth pondering, but now...

"We only need to make a mark."

"Mark?" Harry didn't quite understand.

"The magic mark, on your broomstick, so that it can strengthen the bond between you."

"That's it."

Fanlin took out his wand, and a gleam of blue light forced out of his wand.

"This is 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?"

"Strengthen the connection, Harry, strengthen the connection..." Fanlin said, "You should know that the Flying Curse requires a connection between you and the item you summon to be able to do it. When this connection is established, you can Say, part of your magic has always been attached to the broom, as long as it is not too far away, you can catch it."

"How far can it be?"

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

Harry nodded. In fact, he 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 Fanlin's method, Harry learned to make a magic mark in half an hour, and after an hour, Harry was very pleasantly surprised to find that he could clearly feel the mark no matter how far it was.

"Am I cheating?"

"We just follow the tradition..." Fan Lin said righteously, with a righteous expression, Harry almost believed his nonsense.

Why should I say that?

...

"And this..." Fanlin took out the potions, "Fire potions, if nothing happens, these potions can make you survive in the dragon's flame...Three minutes..."

"Not surprisingly?"

"I haven't experimented." Fanlin said, "There are many factors to consider. There are four bottles here, corresponding to the four-headed dragon. In fact, for the flames of the Chinese fireball dragon, this thing is not very powerful. Time will be cut in half, after all, Fireball Dragon relies on powerful flames."

"This is already very good~www.readwn.com~ Harry nodded, "At least I can survive. "

"Perhaps you can avoid physical attacks and use this potion to withstand the flames." Fanlin said, "Don't worry, the basic formula is taught by Snape. We drank it in the first grade."

Harry nodded, he still remembered the feeling, relying on his flesh to travel through the flames.

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

"You have done enough." Harry said, "Perhaps we can have a celebration banquet tomorrow night to celebrate that I am still alive."

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

If Harry was unsuccessful, then he would be too sorry to his friend.

Fanlin believed in Harry's courage as much as he believed in his own magic. 10