novelhk Chapter 260 Project 1 (1)
Chapter 260 Project 1 (1)
Moody didn't know what he was thinking about, and he let out a hoarse dry laugh. His magical eye rolled around rapidly, his gaze moving back and forth between Lamia and Harry.
"In that case, then you must have figured out how to get past your two dragons, right?" Moody asked.
"No, not now," Lamia said.
"Haha, I can't tell you that," Moody said stiffly. "Of course, I can't be partial. I just want to give you some kind advice that everyone can say. The first one is to play to your strengths."
"But I don't have any strengths," Harry blurted out, then immediately regretted it. "No, I mean I don't know how my strengths would be of any help."
"It's a shame if that's the case, but I don't quite agree with you," Moody said gruffly. "I said you have strengths, and you have strengths. Think about it, what are you best at?"
Harry concentrated desperately. What was he best at? Oh, it was obvious:
"Quidditch," he said dryly, "that was achieved with the help of many people, not just me."
"Never mind that, that's all," said Moody, staring at Harry intently, his magical eye barely moving. "From what I hear, you're a very good flyer."
"Yes, but—" Harry said, looking at him, "I can't use a broom, I have to carry a wand..."
"My second piece of advice to you," Moody interrupted loudly, "is to cast a simple yet effective spell that will enable you to obtain what you need."
"So, do you understand?" Moody suddenly turned his gaze to Lamia. "As for you, Miss Nocturne, you'd better not tell me that you are not good at anything."
"You are wrong, Professor. What I want to say is that I already have a plan for the next game. Why don't you think about how to help Harry." Lamia's curled eyelashes were stained with some dew at some point, making them look as clear as crystal.
"Then I can only wish you good luck, Miss Nocturne." Moody smacked his lips and poured a sip of the liquid in the bottle into his mouth.
Harry looked blankly at Lamia and Moody. It was obvious that both of them understood the hint, but Harry didn't understand what he needed.
"Think about it, kid," Moody whispered. "It's not that hard to connect the dots."
"Harry, why don't you think about how to use your wand to conjure up a broom." Lamia reminded.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Harry's mind. He was best at flying, so he needed to fly over the dragon from the air. To do that, he needed his Firebolt, and to get his Firebolt, he needed -
Harry was running as fast as the Golden Snitch he had met at Quidditch.
"Lamia, follow us, we have to find Hermione, I have an idea!"
Lamia nodded at Moody, then instead of following Harry, she went in another direction.
"Hermione," three minutes later, when Harry rushed into the greenhouse and walked past Professor Sprout, he found that Lamia had already sat next to Hermione, and Hermione was looking at Harry who was running over excitedly.
Harry offered a hasty apology to Professor Split, but she ignored him, then lowered his voice to Hermione and said, "Hermione, I need your help."
"I know, Harry, Lamia told me first. Don't worry, I've thought of a way." Hermione replied quietly. She was pruning the fluttering bushes, her eyes wide open as she looked at the trembling bushes, full of excitement.
"In that case, Hermione, I must master the Summoning Charm by tomorrow afternoon."
It took Harry a long time to recover from his recent fatigue. "No, Lamia was clearly walking behind me. How could she get here before me?"
"Harry, you must have taken the wrong path. I always knew Hermione was here." Lamia stood up and helped Hermione put the bushes away.
"Okay, okay, there's really no time left, we have to hurry..."
Before Harry could finish his words, Lamia had already led Hermione out of the classroom.
Then they began to practice hard, or rather to train Harry alone. They did not have lunch, but directly found an empty classroom. Harry concentrated all his thoughts and forced all kinds of objects in the room to fly towards him.
But after a long time, he still had not fully mastered it. All the things he controlled deflated halfway through their flight and fell to the ground like stones.
"Focus, Harry, concentrate!"
"I'm concentrating as hard as I can! What else can I do?" Harry fumed. "For some reason, I keep having this giant fire dragon popping up in my head and it's about to swallow me up!"
"Calm down, Harry! It's nothing, you can definitely learn it." Lamia held down Harry's shoulders when he was about to sit on the ground, forcing him to raise his head and focus on his wand.
"Okay, try again..." Harry was a little discouraged.
As expected, it still didn't work this time.
Harry wanted to skip Divination class and continue practicing, but Hermione and Lamia were unwilling to give up Arithmancy class. There was no way, if both of them were not there, then there would be no point for Harry to stay here.
So Harry had to endure Professor Trelawney's nagging for another hour or so, while Professor Trelawney spent half the class telling the class that, based on the relative positions of Mars and Saturn at the time, people born in July were in great danger of a sudden and tragic death.
"Well, that's all very well," cried Harry, his fury failing him. "I hope it doesn't take too long. I don't want to be tortured."
Lamia was wondering if her plan would work, quill clutched in her hand, and for a moment she considered simply tying up Ron and Harry so they would be forced to reconcile with each other.
"Lamia, have you figured out a plan?" Hermione whispered.
"I thought of it, but it might not be appropriate." Lamia said in Hermione's ear.
"What should I do? I've been going crazy these days. You don't know how frantically they asked me to pass on messages, but I'm not a messenger!" Hermione was obviously going crazy.
At this Lamia glanced back at Ron, who looked as if he was about to burst out laughing, and no doubt met Harry's eyes for the first time in many days, but Harry was still angry with Ron and ignored him.
For the rest of the lesson, Lamia noticed that Harry had been using his wand under the table to attract small objects to him. He finally managed to get a fly to fly headfirst into his hand, but he wasn't entirely sure it was the power of his Flying Charm—perhaps the fly had just lost its mind.
After Divination, Harry forced himself to eat a few bites of dinner and returned to the empty classroom with Hermione and Lamia.
He even put on an invisibility cloak to avoid the teacher's attention, and they practiced until after midnight.
They could have stayed longer, but Peeves appeared and, probably thinking Harry wanted to have everything thrown at him, started throwing chairs around the room.
They had no choice but to leave before the sound attracted Filch, and only returned to the dormitory after Lamia saw them go to the Gryffindor common room.