prisoner of hogwarts

It's just that Zhang Lao Mo underestimated Harry Potter's IQ, or means, despite looking down on him.

He simply couldn't find a way to deal with water monsters underwater. He was only a fourth-year student. He had never learned many magics and couldn't move freely underwater.

He could only read the classics with a clear head and kept reading old books in the library to find relevant information.

ah!He has a big head. Although he is not a bad student, he still gets dizzy after reading too many books.

Although he is not a strong person, he still adheres to the principle of using his hands and not using his brain. This is very similar to his dead father.

Fortunately, fake Moody, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, knew exactly what level Harry Potter was capable of.

"Oh!"

In the office, the fake Moody slapped the table angrily and scolded Harry Potter: "Look at your recent results, they look like shit."

An angry Fake Moody smacked the report card in Harry's face.Although I passed the test, it was much worse than before.

Harry Potter said in shame: "I'm sorry, Professor, I've been studying the second level of the Tournament recently, so, so..."

"So you don't have the heart to go to class? Harry, please clarify one thing for me. No one will think that you can win the championship. You are just participating in this competition.

It is absolutely impossible for the other four warriors to not be able to come up with a solution. You cannot compare to them in terms of experience or knowledge.

Therefore, you should focus more on your studies than on the competition.

Do you understand? "

Fake Moody yelled at Harry, his words more or less filled with personal grudges, which made Harry's face turn blue and white.

Who says I'm not as good as them, who says I'm not as good as Cedric Diggory!

But Harry didn't talk back. He knew that although Fake Moody was angry, he also knew that Fake Moody was doing it for his own good.

"Sigh - it's really unfair for you to compare with them. If you are not strong enough, you can only rely on external forces. If there are any problems that cannot be solved, you may try magic potion." Fake Moody suggested.

Ding!

A hole was punched through Harry's brain, which was sealed by concrete, and it was instantly clear.

Yes, why didn’t I think of that before?

It's all Snape's fault.

Harry thought to himself: That bastard always had a sullen face and often made trouble for me, so much so that I completely lost interest in Potions class, which also led me to rule out potions immediately when I was looking for a solution.

"Thank you, Professor!" Harry bowed to the fake Moody and ran away happily.

"Hehehe..." Fake Moody sneered, what kind of bullshit savior is just a stupid little kid.

Fake Moody has the right to despise Harry. This is an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts and can beat two Harrys.

Harry left the fake Moody's office, not to go to the library but to find Neville.This boy with a bad memory and buck teeth.

But for such a person, his grades in Potions class were very good.Harry didn't bother to look through the book, so he directly asked the top student in Potions for help.

Even the fake Moody had not expected this. He even prepared the book for Harry, placed it in the most conspicuous position, and even folded a corner of the page.

Damn, I didn't expect Harry to be so lazy.

"Nawei, do you know how to deal with water monsters? Or how to move freely in the water?" Harry asked directly after finding Nawei.

Na Wei blinked his eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, tilted his head and tried to think back.