Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"who do you think You Are?"

"Who am I?" Harry looked at the person who spoke, with confusion on his face, and his voice was soft and clear.

It seemed that he heard a very stupid question.

The answer appeared in everyone's mind.

"Slytherin has won eight consecutive Academy Cups. Many of the students who have graduated from here have become famous in the wizarding world. You can't deny it with just a few words."

Harry turned his head slightly, leaned on the sofa, and crossed his arms.

"for example?"

"For example...for example..."

"Like Voldemort?" Harry said lightly.

All kinds of strange expressions appeared in the audience, grinning, or suddenly falling over, or choking and coughing.

Harry's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little happy... Voldemort, your name is really useful.

"Well, no celebrities! What's your glory?" Harry asked instead.

"Welfare has always been one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families." Someone said calmly.

"In this school, if I throw ten bricks downstairs, I can kill twenty people related to the twenty-eight pure-blood families." Harry smiled, no longer the same smile as before, but without any concealment. With a contemptuous laugh.

The sound was not loud, but no one made a sound in the lounge, and it was quiet so far, so it was still so harsh.

“It never occurred to me that anyone would use this as bragging rights.

Honestly, I'm very proud of my last name, and I'm sure you are too, and that's kudos! "

Harry's words relaxed the atmosphere slightly again.

"But I never look at it as something to brag about."

As he spoke, he straightened up a little.

"Excellent people never respect their bloodline, bloodline and family, but they will be proud of outstanding people.

This is my personal opinion. I don’t know how many people think so..."

Draco glanced at Harry and felt regretful in his heart. It seemed that Harry was still lacking in this aspect. Such simple words would not really work...

? ?

I saw many people in Slytherin exchanging glances with friends and acquaintances, or showing sneers.

It seems to be saying: "Yes, I have thought so for a long time." "Do you still need to say this? I have always thought so!"

Draco turned around in confusion and looked at Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

Crabbe whispered to Draco: "Draco, I think it makes sense."

…

"That makes sense..." Draco nodded awkwardly.

"As for the Academy Cup..." Harry continued: "Without Professor Snape's favoritism, would you really have won the Academy Cup?"

Harry had actually always been confused about this point, even at the end of last semester.

But at that time... everyone was very happy, after all, the holiday was coming...

Now, he said it without any scruples. This may be too straightforward, but he is really not unhappy about it!

"College Cup, do you rely on such means? I think many people have been looking forward to a real game. This is the meaning of the game, isn't it?"

As soon as he mentioned this, McCeery became furious and looked at Flint fiercely.

I really want to hit him! !

Not only him, but also several people in the team showed unhappy expressions at this time.

"So what, victory and glory go to Slytherin, that's enough?" A sixth grader stood up and said.

"Glory or a joke...who knows." Harry looked at him.

Finally, someone took this step and stood in front of him.

"Are you going to deny those trophies?" The man smiled contemptuously and sat opposite Harry, calmly.

"Are trophies important? How about I contact Diagon Alley and order two for you this Christmas?" Harry smiled half-heartedly.

The two people's eyes intertwined, and different ideas collided, rubbed, and sparked.

"I think the awards accumulated over thousands of years at Hogwarts still have some gold content."

Harry laughed: "How valuable is it? You said it is?"

"Well, let's take a gamble." Harry said instead.

"What are you betting on?" the man asked.

"I made a batch of questionnaires about Slytherin and the various awards in the house to see how people in other houses view Slytherin and the House Cup." Harry said.

"Of course." He raised a smile, full of confidence.

"Perhaps in your opinion, Slytherin wins the House Cup every year, so the House Cup is not that powerful. But you ignore the efforts of the Slytherins!

The facts will tell you how precious Slytherin's glory over the years is."

Harry's movements suddenly froze...how did this guy...said these words...

"Maybe." Harry smiled and didn't want to argue anymore. He would just look at the facts when the time came.

He didn't believe that after so many years of Slytherin's operation, the credibility of the Academy Cup and Quidditch could still be so high!

"Where's the bet?" the man began to ponder.

"What bet do you want?" Harry looked at him.

"If you lose, how about you walk up to the guest table during dinner and tap dance while shouting that you're a stupid guy." He said with amusement in his eyes.

However, the next moment, I was shocked!

"Okay." Harry nodded simply without caring.

"Then this is my request." As he said that, he looked around at everyone.

"My request is simple, if I win, the Slytherin common room password.

From now on, pure-blood arguments are prohibited! ! "

"What?" "What's the point!"

Draco stood up: "Harry, you...this bet is completely unfair!"

The big snake shook its head and made a menacing hiss. An inexplicable emotion spread quickly, and the noisy lounge became quiet again.

"How?" Harry looked at everyone.

"What's wrong with pure blood theory?" someone retorted.

Just as Harry was about to speak, he suddenly realized that what he was going to say next was no longer a provocation to these guys, but a true message that would spread behind these guys and into their families.

Inexplicably, that afternoon a year ago, the words in the corridor on the fifth floor rang in his ears again.

"Thanks…"

He couldn't help but murmured softly.

"Thank you for giving me the confidence!"

Draco leaned closer, unable to hear clearly, and then saw the smile on Harry's face.

He stood up, and the big snake squirmed, following his movements, surrounding and guarding him.

"Because only pet dogs and cats can count on bloodline!!"

This sentence caused as much shock to these little wizards as when Harry read Voldemort's name just now.

In terms of external performance, it is even more turbulent.

The entire lounge exploded, and the fish outside the window seemed to feel the atmosphere and fled quickly.

Hedlund raised his head in surprise, feeling surprised in his heart.

He just reminded Harry, but he didn't expect that the other party would directly release this bomb.

"Hedlund! If you listen to what he says, hit him quickly!"

Gemma Farley quickly said that she suffered a disastrous defeat at the hands of Harry last year, and the only person she could think of at the moment was Hedlund.

However, her hopes were quickly dashed. Hedlund just calmly withdrew his gaze and put it on the book in his hand.

"I think he's right." He said calmly.

Gemma was greatly moved and looked astonished. Hedlund was from a standard pure-blood family. Although he was not among the twenty-eighth family, he said this...

She glanced at the book Hedlund was reading, and was shocked to find that there was no content related to magic in it. Even the map had not changed, and was imprinted stiffly on the thin, bleached pages.

This is a geography book, a Muggle geography book!

Harry looked around at the crowd, pacing slowly, scanning the faces with burning eyes, and spoke unabashedly:

"Slytherin, represented by glory, ambition, and victory, shouldn't we talk about our own strength?

Only a guy without strength would need bloodline to put gold on his face.

The Slytherin in my heart has never decorated itself with honor. Instead, we should improve ourselves and pursue honor and victory.

It's the honor and victory that people can't refute, and they get it openly! ! "

As he spoke, he stood in the center of the crowd.

This time, no one contradicted him.

His busy writing in the lounge, his constant presence in the library, and his study discussions with Hedlund were all there for all to see.

And his strength was displayed in an extremely violent manner not long after the start of school last year!

As for glory, it also has salvation——

etc!

Some people suddenly noticed something.

It seems that the person in front of him has never mentioned himself in this way, and has never used his identity as a savior to build momentum for himself in words and deeds.

Even... if it weren't for today, many people would have forgotten his identity.

Suddenly, some people felt an uncomfortable sense of self-importance. Others had never even mentioned the identity of the savior, but he still used the so-called twenty-eight pure-blood families to "golden his face" from time to time. ".

However, this is only the opinion of a few people.

Most people are like a cat whose tail has been stepped on - no!

He started yelling like a dog whose tail had been stepped on.

Harry's expression remained unchanged, he looked at them, took out his wand and held it against his chest.

Suddenly, the voice dropped by more than half.

Because this is a standard duel stance.

"If some people want to refute, don't use empty words. Come on, use your strength to prove your argument to me!!"

During this time, Harry had already become famous in the Duel Club.

In dozens of duels, he never lost.

Yes, dozens of games!

At every gathering, Potter can participate in more than one duel!

The only two ties were between Hedlund and Cedric.

In both duels, both sides released spells at the last moment that were enough to knock out the other side, resulting in a draw.

No one answered the challenge.

"Potter, come to my office!" Snape's voice suddenly sounded. He walked quickly into the lounge without stopping, and then his eyebrows moved slightly, observing the situation in front of him in surprise.

Collapsed tables and chairs, broken wine glasses, and people with bruises and bruises. He looked like he had been in a fight!

"It seems that in the short time since I left, our savior has made a lot of moves." Snape said calmly, with a cold expression.

"No, Professor!" Suddenly, McCurry raised his hand: "I did it."

As he spoke, he looked at Harry, with a smile on his blood-stained mouth.

"I'm too disdainful to admit that I've done something." He said with a smile.

Harry smiled, admiring him from the bottom of his heart.

Snape's expression grew colder, he turned around and cast a spell at the same time.

"The curse stops immediately——"

The curse fell on the big snake, and its body quickly turned into fragments of dust and disappeared in mid-air.

Harry followed him out of the lounge.

It just so happened that he still had some ideas and wanted to talk to Professor Snape...