Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On Sunday, at noon, Harry put the manuscript into his pocket and walked out of the lounge with Draco.

"If it were me, I would definitely choose something related to dragons." Draco said, spreading a hand.

"Dragon is the most precious and powerful creature. I'm even surprised why you don't want to choose a dragon. It's obvious that Ollivander uses dragons as wands."

Draco felt from the bottom of his heart that if there was an opportunity to make his own wand, he would definitely add it full of dragon elements.

And what Harry is doing now is a waste of money.

"I just feel that my compatibility with dragons is not that consistent." Harry said seriously and helplessly: "You know, I have a contract with Norbert. I can feel that the relationship between me and Norbert is pure. It was constructed based on animal training methods, time spent together, and magical contracts. It lacked something essential.

This feeling is even more obvious when I use Parseltongue to control snakes. There seems to be a connection deep in the soul between me and the snakes, and I can use this to make them understand my words. "

"Really?" Draco heard this statement for the first time: "Then if I imitate your speaking voice."

He was quite interested in Harry's skill, after all, it was deeply related to Slytherin.

"No. Professor Dumbledore can also speak snakes, but he can't control snakes." Harry explained. "The difference between being born with Parseltongue and being born with it is still very big. Just like the Metamorphmagus and some appearance-changing magic."

"Okay." Draco shook his head to drive the thought out of his mind.

Harry continued to think about the wand core.

He asked Hagrid to learn a lot about magical animals, and finally found a second wand core that might be compatible with him.

It was a Thestral that might die in the near future due to old age.

This cherished and unruly Pegasus is hairless and unlike a unicorn, it can often produce a large amount of high-quality materials to make standard wands.

But there is no doubt that the magic contained in Thestral materials is extremely powerful, and their brain nerves, heart strings, etc. will all be excellent materials for wands.

If he doesn't seize the opportunity this time, he may never be able to find such good magical animal materials in the future.

Thestrals, although people in the world tend to put a lot of negative filters on them, because this creature has an inexplicable relationship with death.

But Harry kind of liked these guys.

"Only those who have witnessed death can see the Thestrals." This sentence is not very accurate.

Not to mention whether witnessing the death of other creatures counts, but only the death of the same kind.

Harry was well aware that he had witnessed death not long after his birth.

But when he first came to Hogwarts, he still couldn't see these guys until Quirrell died.

This gave him a little more understanding of the concept of meeting Thestrals.

Perhaps, only by truly witnessing a life of the same kind disappear before one's eyes can one see this kind of creature.

This seems to imply some very emotional thinking.

So Harry felt that the Thestral was a very gentle creature.

"Harry? Harry?" Draco bumped into him. "Isn't that McCully?"

When Harry came back to his senses, he saw MacCherry walking out of Professor Snape's office with a slightly excited look on his face.

At the same time, the other party also saw the two of them and walked straight over.

"Harry, Draco." He took the lead in greeting the two of them.

"Mike, why are you here? What happened?" Harry asked.

"Nothing, just - look at this!"

As he said that, McCeery showed the badge in his hand.

"Captain? Have you become captain?" Draco exclaimed, and then he felt it was reasonable. Now that Marcus is leaving, this position should naturally be taken by someone else.

etc.

A brilliant idea came to his mind. There is no better way to enter the team than by building a relationship with Mike at this time!

But in the next second, Draco gave up the idea and felt bored.

"Tsk!" He sneered.

Mike looked at him doubtfully.

"Oh, no, I'm not laughing at you. I'm despising the stupid idea that came into my head just now." Draco explained.

"I believe you." Mike smiled nonchalantly: "Are you going up to have lunch? Let's go together. By the way, Harry - we have to quickly arrange the training plan for the future. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff It’s still waiting for us to conquer.”

Several Hufflepuff students on the same road heard this and heheheed twice without concealing it.

Mike pursed his lips and shrugged helplessly, not caring.

"Also, I'd like to have a private match with the Gryffindor team.

Although the academy points are gone, I still want to fight for a real victory.

Not for anything else, just for the training we have had, it deserves a serious competition, what do you think? "

"Well, of course." Harry had to agree. After all, the purpose of the previous training was to show off his talents in the real competition. Even if he was almost too busy to bloom, he had to nod in affirmation.

"Draco, are you coming?" Mike asked Draco tentatively.

"Now we send someone."

"Oh, I'd better participate next year." Draco shook his head: "I want to concentrate on preparing for the duel competition."

"Okay." Mike nodded: "Speaking of the duel competition, we really need to prepare carefully. I don't know how the professor plans to arrange the schedule. Will we meet and go together."

Just as they were talking, the three of them walked up the stairs and arrived outside the auditorium on the first floor.

As soon as they got closer, they noticed something was wrong.

It was so noisy and boiling, it was like a potion was boiling.

Even the corner leading to the auditorium was completely blocked.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't squeeze, let me see!"

McCully looked at the Hufflepuff student he had just met.

"Friend, what happened?"

"It seems that the official announcement of the duel competition has come out."

After saying that, this person also squeezed in: "Give me a moment. After you finish reading, go back. Why are you crowding here?"

McCully was about to squeeze in, but was stopped by Harry.

"Mike, forget it, don't be in a hurry. The news will come out in a while."

"That's right." McClery straightened his robes, as if to say: 'We are Slytherins, so we have to pay attention to our image. ’

The three of them walked towards the auditorium where the crowd was loose, planning to have lunch first.

At this moment, someone suddenly turned around and saw Harry.

"Harry's here!"

"Found him!"

The next moment, many eyes fell on Harry, and the focus of the crowd's discussion also shifted.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at them, confused.

"Harry, what is the Wrath Potion?" someone asked.

"Only the third place can get the elixir of happiness. What the hell is the mixture of anger? Only the second and first place can get it."

"Harry, please explain."

The three of them looked at each other, and Harry was also confused.

"Wait!" He raised his hand: "Is the mixture of anger a prize?!"

"Ha, he really knows." Someone said.

"You said that Harry killed the troll last year. Was this what he relied on?"

"Maybe so? So is this a poison? Can you add poison to your own spell?"

The discussion among the little wizards became heated again, and various sounds echoed throughout the corridor.

"Quiet!" Harry said, raising his hand.

"Harry, does it say you know?"

"I don't feel as good as Felixir."

"You still started it? Don't lose the first battle."

"Quiet!" Harry said again, but this voice could not affect the people a little further away from him at all, and those nearby kept urging him to tell him what this was.

"Quiet!"

Suddenly, a roar like some powerful creature appeared from his mouth.

The sound fell, and the entire corridor became audible.

"This is what it looks like after drinking the mixture of anger. Even if you just speak simply, you still have such power." Harry showed a harmless smile, and then shrugged: "As for killing trolls, yes!"

"As long as you drink the mixture of anger, each of you can do it! This potion is a very powerful combat potion!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true." Harry nodded.

Draco glanced at Harry with a half-smile expression on his face.

As Harry gave a positive answer, the emotions of the little wizards in the corridor were suddenly ignited.

Drinking the elixir of blessing may give you a chance to survive at the hands of the troll.

But this mixture of anger can give people a chance to kill trolls.

"I can fuck you too!"

"I'm just saying, how is it possible for a first grader to kill trolls on his own?"

Various strange sounds interspersed among the noisy discussions.

Harry smiled and walked towards the auditorium with Draco.

Soon, during lunch, they got the basic format of the duel competition from various noisy discussions.

Each grade is a group. Between each group, the top three will be determined.

The champion will also receive a gold belt!

"Hey, if I collect the golden belts from first to seventh years, wouldn't I be a legend at Hogwarts?" Draco murmured to himself.

"Don't think about it, our first year is over." Harry said.

"Just thinking about it, I know there's no chance of beating you this year." Draco waved his hand calmly.

"Then I hope you can get the third-year gold belt next year."

"I also wish you can get the second place in the third grade." Draco said not to be outdone, and then changed the subject: "Is there anyone in the sixth grade this year who needs special attention?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on McCeery's face.

"Sixth grade" McCeery recalled: "There seems to be no one worth noting. Oh, there is a Gryffindor prefect. He has obtained 12 OWLs certificates. I think he must be very powerful, but when he is usually in the duel club , he would only be sparring with another woman, which was more of a flirtation than a sparring. Well, this is the only one who is more noteworthy in the sixth grade. Oh, and Oliver Wood, but I I don’t know what his actual combat ability is.”

"Percy Weasley?" Harry said.

"Yes, that's him." Mike nodded.

"Heh, that should be no problem." Draco nodded in a low voice.

Having said this, McClery sighed helplessly: "I have already felt how fierce the competition in the fifth grade this year is, with the twins and Cedric. And there are many current team leaders, and they are not vegetarians either. !”

"Mike, you want to participate too?"

"I can't find a reason to refuse. Damn it, it looks like I'm going to be busy next time." As he said that, he finished the steak on the plate in three strokes: "I'm leaving first to make some arrangements for Quidditch." Enjoy your work slowly."

After that, he left quickly.

At the same time, a girl walked over quickly from there.

It's Pansy Parkinson.

A somewhat sarcastic girl, Harry could always find a condescension in her eyes, like a combination of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

But when she looked at Draco, her eyes suddenly changed, not a little softer.

Like honey dripping out.

"Draco, Gemma said she was going to join," Pansy whispered to Draco.

"Thank you." Draco nodded slightly: "Please help me pay more attention to her."

"Of course, it's a trivial matter." Pansy heard Draco's words, shyness flashed across her face, and then she looked at Draco with piercing eyes.

"Thank you." Draco nodded again.

"Oh, okay." The disappointment on Pansy's face flashed away, and she thought that Draco would at least ask her if she wanted to have lunch together.

"Okay, I'll go first," she said, and then left quickly.

"She likes you," Harry said in the novel.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Draco's face, and then he looked at Harry: "Do you understand?"

"Yeah, you should understand." Harry smiled.

"Haha." Draco seemed to have heard a joke: "If you really understood, you wouldn't be sitting here."

Harry looked confused.

Draco just smiled sinisterly, and then explained: "The pure-blood atmosphere in their family is stronger than ours. There are some things I can't say too much. Anyway, just be friends."

Harry was surprised: "No, I was just joking, how could you really think about these things? We are only twelve years old. Isn't this puppy love?"

Draco turned his head and was silent for a long time.

"You mean, if you don't think about these things at the age of twelve, you should think about how to kill giant monsters and how to fight against the mysterious man's lackeys?"

"This is what twelve years old should do." Harry nodded calmly.

Seeing that Draco was silent, Harry could only ask: "So why do you pay attention to Gemma Farley? Maybe there is a big age difference between you two."

"It's only four years apart. Let me tell you, in the adult world, this age gap is too small." After saying that, Draco realized what he was doing, and then said angrily: "Damn it, your brain What are you thinking? I'm not interested in her, okay?!"

Harry looked puzzled: "Didn't you say that these are the things that a normal twelve-year-old thinks about?"

"Shut up." Draco said: "There is only one problem I am worried about right now. I just heard them say that if you want to play in a cross-grade exhibition match, you have to win the top three in the same group.

To be honest, this is a bit difficult. Suppose you are one, and Granger is one. Then there is only one top three position.”

As he said that, Draco couldn't help but hold his head: "Damn it, no, let's continue practicing later! I didn't even beat Weasley the day before yesterday."

Harry nodded: "Okay."

Thinking about it, he also became somewhat interested.

"I haven't done anything with Hedlund yet."

Just as he was thinking about it, Hedlund walked over. He seemed to have some kind of aura about him. Most people would quickly make way for him when they saw him.

"Harry, do you know where Professor Jones is? I have something to ask him."