Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In the next few days, with Grindelwald's performance in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, most of the originally uneasy little wizards gradually let down their guard.

As long as I don't have a class, I will gather in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor to listen.

The curious and terrifying classroom atmosphere and teaching content constantly stimulate the little wizards and seem to have an inexplicable attraction.

At the same time, on Thursday night, a new announcement also shocked the entire school.

The duel competition hosted by the duel club will officially start this Saturday.

Classified by grade.

On Saturday, after a brief opening ceremony in the morning, the sixth grade took the lead in the competition.

The competition uses a lottery method to divide the events.

Then on Sunday, there is the knockout round of the first grade group.

This was obviously the result of discussions between Moon and Flitwick. Flitwick has considerable experience with the game process.

As for Mu En, he copied many competition routines from the ordinary world.

After all, if you want a game to be successful, the emotions of the audience are indispensable, and the duel competition, which is naturally inferior to the Quidditch game, needs some tricks that are sufficiently gimmick.

For example, the games of the senior and junior groups are interleaved every weekend. We guarantee that there will never be a weekend when there is really nothing to watch.

Introduce merchants from Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley to provide drinks, magic candies and other services to the little wizards.

This made the entire first and second grade wizards laugh from ear to ear. After all, there’s no one who doesn’t look forward to spending the weekend relaxing in Hogsmeade.

It's better now, Hogsmeade is here by itself.

"It's over." George looked at Fred with disappointed eyes in the crowd.

"The on-site lottery system is troublesome. How can we open the market?! We don't even know who has signed up." Fred also murmured.

"No, we have to go to Jordan to discuss it quickly."

"Jordan is still in the professor's office!" George reminded.

"Why is he in the office?" Fred was a little surprised.

"He is the host. Didn't you listen to what he said last night? The professor plans to give a lot of work to the students.

Event planning, business communication, even performing at the opening ceremony, etc. Anyone who feels they need these experience opportunities can take the initiative to take on the corresponding work. "

"Um"

"Sounds a bit like professors looking for free labor excuses like student unions."

"No, no, no." A voice suddenly appeared behind the two of them.

"This is a rare opportunity for social practice." Percy raised his head and looked at the two younger brothers who were no shorter than himself.

"I've managed to get the Three Broomsticks Pub and Honeydukes Sweet Shop to come to Hogwarts during game time."

As he spoke, he also arranged his hair, which was a very exaggerated oily head.

"Oh, I think you must be wearing a formal suit and tie to discuss this big business." George smiled.

"Of course, this is a real business negotiation, involving stall fees, access time periods, the scope of goods allowed to be sold, etc., and it must be formal." Percy said.

After that, he patted George on the shoulder: "Forget it, I can't explain it to you kids."

George and Fred looked at each other.

After a moment, Fred smacked his lips: "He must be feeling smug that he has completed an 'adult-like business negotiation'."

“It would have been impossible for Ms Rosmerta to say no without her head spinning.

I am now very worried about whether Professor Jones has clearly explained the stall price to Percy, otherwise Percy will definitely not understand the relationship between supply and demand, and then the price will be severely reduced. "

"It counts as a success if he is not so obsessed with Ms. Rosmerta that he can't walk." Fred smiled.

They really didn't think much of Percy's so-called business activities.

The two began exchanging letters with various joke shops a year ago, discussing design issues with many of the existing joke shops.

They provide design questions and get a lot of joke prop design ideas from those designers.

Many olive branches were turned down at the same time.

After all, their idea was to open their own store with unique and playful products.

While they were talking, the two suddenly saw Harry and Draco walking towards them.

"Hello." Draco nodded.

He had never been too fond of the Weasley family, but now there was something that had to come to them.

In the entire Hogwarts, there is no more suitable candidate than these two.

"Uh-huh." George nodded, and Draco was polite: "What's the matter?"

"I want to talk to you about a small cooperation." Draco recalled his father's usual way of talking about things in his mind and said, "Is there a convenient place to talk?"

George Fred looked at each other: "Of course, come on."

Soon, with much anticipation, Saturday officially arrived.

At about eight or nine in the morning, the little wizards who had just had breakfast walked excitedly towards the pasture. There is still quite a chill in the winter in January.

But the enthusiasm of the little wizards was unstoppable, and they headed towards the Quidditch pitch like a long black snake clinging to the grassland.

No, to be precise, it's not a Quidditch pitch anymore.

The originally towering auditorium was cut down to the ground, and the auditorium surrounded the stadium like a bowl.

In the center of the venue, there is a half-person-high platform with rockery and strange rocks on it, which looks very abrupt.

"What is this? Will we fight here then?" someone asked curiously.

"Probably. I don't know either. Are there any environmental restrictions? If you are a professor, maybe you can really do it."

Just as they were talking, they saw carriages coming from outside the school.

"That is?"

Ron looked over intently and saw a graceful woman approaching.

"Oh wow. Who is that?" Ron's face turned red.

Suddenly, he was embraced by a generous hand.

"I'm just saying that it's entirely possible that Percy is fascinated by Ms. Rosmerta. Look at little Ronnie's face, it turned red when he saw her." Fred's voice sounded.

"Okay, let's go." George urged, and then reacted: "Oh, by the way, Ronnie, do you want to place a bet? Percy is a very popular candidate in the sixth grade. After all, the whole school knows that he won 12 There’s an OWLs certificate.”

"I don't want to." Ron broke free from Fred's arm.

"What about Ginny? There is a first grade game this week. I believe your good sister, if I am not the one who opens the market, I will definitely place a bet on Ginny." He continued to seduce.

Soon, they left here with Ron's only few Sickles.

It's a little stuck, but I still have it tonight, so I can finish this section in one go.