Chapter 225 Methods, Pre-match Preparation
Ever since Harry knew that his first opponent would be a dragon, he fell into anxiety.
These days, he and Hermione have been staying in the library, trying to find a way to fight the dragon.
Suddenly, there was a noise in the quiet library.
"Ugh, that guy again." Hermione vomited.
"Who?" Harry wondered.
"Krum, that guy is followed by a group of fans wherever he goes. He has defiled the quiet study place in the library!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"That's terrible," Harry shook his head.
"Look, Harry, the book says that the biggest weakness of dragons is their excellent sensory organs. So by analogy, we can consider some means of interference."
Hermione excitedly held the book and explained her discovery to Harry.
"Uh, scalping, pepper, and hardening the tongue. That's the book you're reading." Harry took the book and saw that it contained some extremely unreliable methods.
"Hmm? Let me see." Hermione took the book back and turned it over.
The cover of the book clearly reads, "One Hundred Ways to Die of a Funny Wizard"
Harry & Hermione: "........"
"Oh my god, am I going to fight a fire dragon with this thing?"
For the first time, Harry had the idea of escaping from Hogwarts.
"No, we can definitely find another way!" Hermione encouraged Harry.
"Why don't we go ask Aiden?" Harry suggested that they could ask the magical Aiden.
"He is also a warrior, and you are his opponents." Hermione looked at her silly son helplessly.
At noon, Harry and Hermione walked out of the library and prepared to eat.
But he happened to run into Moody who was also heading to the hall for dinner.
Moody looked at Harry's distressed expression, rolled his eyes, and stepped forward and said,
"Kid, come to my office after lunch." After saying that, he left with his crutches.
After eating and drinking, Harry came to Moody's office with a book.
The new Defense Against the Dark Arts office has a unique style, and Moody has placed many defensive magic props in it.
"This is my enemy mirror. It records my enemies. It keeps me alert to the enemies behind me."
After saying that, Moody burst into laughter.
"Professor Moody, what can I do for you?" Harry asked curiously.
Moody took off the metal prosthesis on his leg, placed it on the table, and let out a long sigh, as if such a prosthesis made him very uncomfortable.
"Look, this was blown off during a fight with dark wizards. They used powerful dark magic." Moody exchanged greetings with Harry.
"Now, tell me, how are you going to deal with the dragon?" Moody approached Harry with his stump.
"Uh, well, I guess..." Harry evaded the question.
“Listen, kid, Aiden Prewett is a man who developed new spells at the age of eleven and now has completed the transformation of magical creatures. He is a monster formed by the combination of blood, talent, and hard work.
Fleur Darakul has great attainments in Transfiguration and Charms, and also has the blood of magical creatures.
As for Krum, maybe his mind is full of mud, but Karkaroff is not. He will formulate tactics for Krum to play to his advantage. "
Harry looked dumbfounded at this, but Moody took hold of his shoulders and shook him.
"E on, Potter, think of your advantages!"
"Well, I'm a pretty good flyer." Harry thought for a moment and pointed out his strengths.
"I heard more than just good things." Moody gave a sinister smile.
"But that's useless, isn't it? And brooms aren't allowed," Harry wondered.
"You can use a wand, however," Moody explained.
......
"Wand?" Harry kept wondering on the way back.
He was not paying attention and bumped into Aiden who was about to go back with his roommate, and fell to the ground.
"Oh, Harry, what are you doing?" Aiden pulled Harry up.
"Hmm, I was wondering what Professor Moody meant when he said we could use wands on the field. Can we use spells to fight dragons?" Harry was still distracted and asked the question directly.
"Flying Curse!" Aiden brushed the dust off Harry, left with his roommate after saying something incoherent.
Harry suddenly realized what had happened and quickly ran towards Gryffindor.
"Is it okay to just tell him like that?" Edmund raised his eyebrows.
"You are rivals." Ethan also came over.
"Just think of it as a little consolation for our youngest brother. It's because our aunt loves him so much." Aiden joked.
......
The next day, the much-anticipated Tri-Widget Tournament was finally about to begin.
Several warriors were waiting in the rest area.
"There are three tasks, each of which is very dangerous. Please take your seats. The staff will maintain order in the arena..." Dumbledore's voice came from outside the tent.
"Hiss." Harry, who was pacing back and forth, heard some noise outside the tent.
"Harry, are you okay? You must concentrate. Wait a minute..." Hermione's worried voice came from outside the tent.
"Fighting a dragon," Harry added.
Hermione, who was really worried, hugged Harry, and with a bang, a camera next to them exploded.
The long staff in Aiden's right hand, lying on the bed in the rest area, was still emitting white smoke.
"Oh, that's true." Rita immediately lowered her head and walked out.
"It's a very nice staff. I've been coveting it for a long time, Mr. Prewett."
A white-haired old man walked in, followed by the judges of the jury.
"Ollivander, nice to meet you." Aiden nodded to him.
Ollivander walked to the middle and waved to the other three.
"Come on, warriors, hand me your wands for inspection to ensure fairness." Ollivander unfolded a small table on the ground.
At the same time, he pulled out a wooden box and took out tools that were dozens of times more complicated than the maintenance kits sold on the market.
"Ladies first, then." Oliver held out his hand to Fleur.
Fleur took out her wand and handed it to Ollivander.
"Ah, rosewood, Veela hair." Ollivander carefully polished the tip of the wand with a tool and applied a layer of oil to it.
"Flowers are blooming." He raised his wand lightly, and several orchids bloomed in the air.
"It's well maintained, and the magic is running smoothly. Next one."
Krum came up and handed over the wand.
"Hornbeam, Dragon's Heart Key. Grigoriy's usual method. Although I don't agree with his philosophy, the performance of this wand is excellent."
Ollivander said as he cast Flock of Birds, and the spell worked smoothly, then he returned the wand.
"Come on, Mr. Prewett, we are old acquaintances. I want to check all the wands you have." Ollivander smiled as if he was abusing his power.
Aiden shook his head, handed over the wand, then grabbed in the air and a long staff emerged.
"He is cheating. How can he carry alchemical items?" Karkaroff shouted immediately.
"Karkaroff, do not insult the art of wands with your shallow brain. Wandology is a branch of alchemy, and this is clearly a wand."
Ollivander was annoyed by Karkaroff's noise. He glanced at him and blocked his mouth in the same way as the St. Petersburg did.
"Hmm↘↗, this unique rhythm of the mind is wonderful, really wonderful." Ollivander cast an illumination spell with his staff.
The warm light spread with a soothing force, reducing Harry's nervousness a lot.
Ollivander returned the wand to Aiden, who rubbed the areas he had just touched vigorously.
"Then it's finally you, Mr. Potter."
Harry took out his wand and handed it to Ollivander, who took it and conjured up a stream of red wine.
"Well, holly wood, phoenix feathers, my masterpiece, the magic channel is good, but it is in this state of maintenance..."
Ollivander looked at the dirty wand and felt his heart bleeding.
Harry took his wand back and tried to wipe it, but he saw Fleur's disgusted look.
"Well, I have tested all four people's wands, and there are no problems."
Ollivander nodded to Barty Crouch and exited the tent.
