After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

"Cedric," said Harry, "the first task is the dragon."

"What?" Cedric looked up.

"It's dragons," Harry said quickly, afraid Professor Flitwick would come out to see where Cedric had gone. "There are four of them, one for each of us. We have to get past them."

Lamia could hear Harry speaking briefly and quickly about things he already knew.

Then Lamia saw Cedric staring at Harry blankly, and an inexplicable fear was flashing in Cedric's gray eyes.

"Are you sure?" Cedric said in a low voice.

"Absolutely sure," said Harry. "I saw it myself."

"How did you find out? We're not supposed to know..."

"Just forget it," said Harry quickly - he knew Hagrid would be in trouble if he told the truth. "It's not just me who knows. Fleur and Krum know too now."

Cedric stood up straight, his arms filled with a mass of ink-stained quills, parchments, and books, his torn satchel drooping from one shoulder, and he stared at Harry with a puzzled, almost skeptical look in his eyes.

"Why are you telling me?" he asked.

"No reason, Cedric, we are from the same school and should help each other." Lamia came out from behind and stopped beside Harry.

With Lamia's help, Cedric seemed to believe it, but he still looked at Harry with those suspicious eyes. At this moment, thump, thump, thump, Lamia heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.

She and Harry turned at the same time and saw Mad-Eye Moody walking out of a nearby classroom.

"Potter, and Nocturne, follow me," he said gruffly. "Diggory, you go."

Harry looked at Moody in horror, then at Lamia. Had he heard their conversation?

Lamia shook her head slowly.

"Well, Professor, Lamia and I have to go to the Herbology class..."

"Never mind that, Potter. Now get to my office."

Harry followed Moody forward, his heart uneasy, not knowing what would happen next. If Moody asked them how they discovered the dragon, how should they answer? Would Moody go to Dumbledore to report Hagrid, or just turn him into a ferret?

"It's okay, Harry, Moody won't do anything to us." Lamia whispered in Harry's ear, "And we will definitely run faster than him."

Harry was amused by Lamia's words and felt much more relaxed. At least his walking posture became less stiff.

Lamia and Harry followed Moody into the office. Once they were both inside, Moody closed the door and turned to look at Harry, his magical eye and his normal eye fixed on him simultaneously.

"As for what happened just now, well, I have to say, you did a very good job and were very graceful, Potter," Moody said softly.

Harry didn't know how to respond; he hadn't expected Moody to respond in this manner.

"You all sit down," said Moody.

Lamia and Harry both sat down and looked around.

Lamia had been here during the time of the two previous occupants of this office, and during Professor Lockhart's time, the walls were covered with photos of Professor Lockhart himself, smiling and winking.

When Lupin was here, she would often come across some very wonderful and new dark magic creatures, which Lupin brought for them to study in class.

Now, the office was filled with a bunch of strange things, which Lamia guessed were things Moody used when he was an Auror.

On Moody's desk was what looked like a large, cracked glass spinning top. Lamia recognized it immediately as a spyglass, because she remembered Harry had one, too, though it was much smaller than Moody's.

On the corner of a small table sat an odd object that looked a bit like a golden television antenna, but it was extremely twisted and made a soft, constant humming sound.

Harry sat next to Lamia. There was something like a mirror hanging on the wall opposite him, but it did not reflect the scene in the room. There were many dark figures swaying around in it, but they were all blurry and unclear.

"You like my Dark Arts Detector, don't you?" asked Moody, who had been studying Lamia and Harry closely.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing at the twisted golden antenna.

"A lie detector will vibrate when it detects conspiracy or lies, but it's useless here. Or rather, it can't be used here. There are too many distractions. Almost every day, students make up lies about not doing their homework.

It hasn't been quiet since I moved in, and I've had to break my spyglass because it honks and screams constantly.

It's so sensitive it can detect movement within a mile. Of course, it can detect more than just children's tricks."

Moody said in a gruff voice.

"What's that mirror for?"

"Oh, that's my magic mirror. Do you see those sneaky figures? If I could see them clearly, I'd be in real trouble. Then I'd have to open my box."

He gave a short, hoarse laugh and pointed to the large box under the window with seven keyholes in a row.

While Lamia was still wondering what was in the box, Moody's next question suddenly brought him back to reality.

"So, you found out about the fire dragon, right?"

Harry hesitated. He had been worried that Hagrid might break the rules. He hadn't told Cedric, and certainly not Moody.

Since Harry hadn't spoken, Moody turned his attention to Lamia, but unfortunately, Lamia's entire attention was on the big box, and she had no intention of answering Moody at all.

"That's all right," said Moody, sitting down and stretching his wooden leg with a groan. "Cheating is an essential part of the Triwizard Tournament. Everyone cheats. It's normal, isn't it?"

"We didn't cheat," Harry said guiltily. "We discovered it ourselves when..."

"Well, kid, what can you do about it? I've already told you that cheating is normal and you don't need to feel burdened. I've already told Dumbledore that he's the only one willing to show his noble spirit. Karkaroff and Maxim don't care about that. They just want their school to win."