Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Soon, many businesses in Hogsmeade set up stalls and shacks outside the arena and officially started business.

Most shops only sent a few clerks, and the only one who came as a boss was the Three Broomsticks Bar.

Ms. Rosmerta knows where her strengths lie.

Soon, when the professors walked out of the castle, they were immediately shocked.

The official competition has not started yet, but the area around the stadium is already buzzing with people, like a lively market.

Professor McGonagall looked around the field in surprise, her mouth wide open: "Quidditch has never been so popular."

"As long as business is introduced, businessmen will spare no effort to build momentum." Mu En explained.

“Of course, I made strict regulations and asked the school student union to strictly supervise their business activities.

After all, we don't want Galleons to change the nature of the game. We make it fun and they make some small money, a win-win situation. "

"Is there supervision? That would be great." Professor McGonagall smiled, and the worry that had just arisen disappeared.

"Moon, you are such a genius!" Flitwick exclaimed. He had already noticed the joke balloon man rising outside the joke shop, as well as the endless stream of tent stalls of the Three Broomsticks.

In particular, he saw Filch move a small chair and sit outside the tent of the joke shop, staring intently at the little wizards who walked in and out one by one.

Even from a distance, they seemed to hear Filch roaring: "This can't be in school! Confiscated! Confiscated!!"

Soon, Mu En and his party arrived at the professor's chair.

Hagrid and Snape had arrived here at some unknown time. They sat a little further apart and did not communicate.

"You are here." Hagrid greeted.

Likewise, Snape nodded slightly as a greeting.

"What is that?" Snape pointed to the high platform with jagged rocks in the middle of the stands.

"Oh, that!" Hagrid smiled heartily: "Didn't Mu En help me get a lot of galleons? I couldn't find any use for it, so I made a plan with Mu En and hired some people to create momentum."

He blinked and showed a wait-and-see expression.

Soon, Dumbledore also came to the audience. This is the first time Grindelwald has appeared since he arrived here.

Obviously, he himself didn't really want to get close to Grindelwald.

As time gradually passed, at nine fifty, the first bell rang, reminding the little wizards that the competition was about to begin.

Soon, everyone almost filled the entire auditorium.

Rosmerta very thoughtfully sent someone to deliver free drinks to the teachers' bench - she remembered the tastes that most people often drink.

Flitwick picked up the cup and whispered: "This woman can make Fudge visit her often. She really has two brushes."

"Indeed." Mu En drank the bitter wine juice. This recipe he had only mentioned in the Pig Head Bar, but now it appeared here, in his hands.

Soon, ten o'clock arrived, and the noise in the auditorium was suddenly covered up by a huge bell that kept echoing.

"Oh!" Crabbe leaned forward and placed a bucket of multi-flavored popcorn beside Harry and Draco: "It's about to begin."

The bell struck three times in a row, and the sound continued to echo throughout the arena.

But after the bell ended, the stadium suddenly became quiet.

"This is."

"What's going on? Is there no one?"

The little wizards were muttering, and suddenly, fireworks burst out from the strange rock stage in the center.

At the same time, the sound of stirring in the air appeared.

The fireworks disappeared, and only a few people were seen standing on the stage in the middle.

"It's the Weird Sisters!!" Ron's surprise cry echoed throughout the audience!

The whole place was excited. As one of the few bands in the wizarding world that lacks entertainment, their popularity is unprecedented!

Even Flitwick couldn't help but sigh: "Hagrid, Moon, you are simply geniuses."

After saying that, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Where's Mu En?"

Snape's face twitched, and he pointed to the tallest rock on the stage, which was like a mountaintop.

On the iconic cat head, he wears wide black sunglasses, a huge wand is held like a microphone, and a long scarf flutters in the wind.

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"When did he go up?"

"What about the lead singer?"

Hagrid smiled sheepishly: "Yes, Galleon's magic power."

The little wizards were even more excited than before.

Mu En looked around calmly, and after a moment, he raised the wand that turned into a microphone.

"You guys know what I'm going to do!"

Fred and George immediately guessed what it was.

The song they always used to unify the tune in their Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

"We will rock you!" the two roared.

"Then! Start!"

The next moment, a clear drumbeat appeared.

Under the guidance of Mu En, the little wizards who were originally sitting stood up one after another, even Slytherin, who had always been more reserved, was no exception.

The lower grades are led by Harry, and the upper grades are led by Hedlund. They have been trained in class for a long time.

Stomping of feet and clapping, accompanied by drumbeats, sounded uniformly.

"Man, you're a yelling kid."

At the same time, he pointed his finger at the little guys below.

“Having fun at Hogwarts, hoping to become someone big one day,

You have become disgraced and embarrassed,

Wave the wand here and there,

Sing loudly——"

Afterwards, everyone including the teachers and the merchants watching from the outside were shocked by the neat and majestic chorus.

"We will, we will rock you——"

"We will, we will rock you——"

After singing the song, the atmosphere rose again.

At the teacher's desk, Dumbledore put down the honey syrup and said with a smile: "I think the job of singing the school song when school starts next year will also be taken away. God, this is my favorite part."

Soon, two more high-spirited rock songs passed by.

The magical flame turned into a furious dragon and rose from the stage, roaring upwards to the sky, roaring, and spitting out the most brilliant flames.

Then it suddenly turned into four red, green, blue, and yellow fireballs of different colors, and hit the flags flying above each auditorium.

The four beasts came out together, dancing in the high air, and let out roars that best conveyed threats.

"For Gryffindor!!" Fred George's roar ignited the entire stadium.

They are perfect compliments!

Then came various roaring declarations.

"Glory to Slytherin!!"

"Victory always belongs to the wise, to Ravenclaw!!"

"Uh-huh, Hufflepuff. Go ahead! Cedric, it's up to you!"

After the four beasts disappeared, the little wizards looked again and saw that the stage in the middle of the arena had disappeared.

A lone guy, holding a modified microphone, stood in the center of the venue.

"Gentlemen and ladies! Welcome to the first Duel Competition at Hogwarts! I am the host, Lee Jordan from Gryffindor."

"To be honest, I am still very nervous standing here. I once applied to the professor to add another female companion, but unfortunately the professor reluctantly told me that no one has signed up so far!"

There was a lot of laughter in the audience.

“So, if anyone is willing to stand in the center of the stage as a non-combat character, please contact the professor quickly.

Of course, it’s not just hosting – there’s a talent show too! We are very welcome, the stage is for the brave! "

"Well, that's not in the script, boy." Mu En sighed.

"You're back?" Flitwick smiled: "How do you feel?"

"It's so good." Mu En smiled cheerfully: "I wanted to do this for Halloween."

"Boring and a waste of time." Snape commented sharply with a straight face.

Mu En's arrangements so far seemed to him a waste of time. He just wanted to see if these guys had learned anything from him.

Mu En spread her hands: "Life shouldn't be all about magic, Severus, relax. If you also want to go on stage, I will arrange a halftime show for you."

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"I completely agree." Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement: "It would be great to have more healthy entertainment activities."

During the game, Jordan has already begun to announce the rules of this competition: "All students can give it a try. Now look to the left of our teacher's chair. Madam Pomfrey, the best healer in Hogwarts, is waiting solemnly.

At the same time, some attentive viewers have discovered that there are some incomprehensible magic patterns on our grassland, just like crop circles.

This is the work of Professor Jones and other teachers on the art of transformation. Before each game, we will randomly select an audience member to draw combat terrains, including but not limited to stone steps, octagonal cages, forests, deserts, etc., everything is completely random.

So what is about to start is the competition for the sixth grade group. Aha, there are a lot of applicants, thirty-four people in total. It seems that no one will have a bye. Next, all the sixth grade contestants are invited to come up and draw lots. "

Soon, a group of sixth grade wizards came to the ring and started drawing lots.

"Okay, now I invite No. 1 and No. 34 to come forward!" Jordan said.

Harry also looked down intently.

This is the first battle and the best opportunity for them to collect information and become familiar with the process.

"Then who is willing to come and draw the battle terrain for the first battle?" Jordan asked.

"I!"

Harry was startled by Draco, and when he looked again, he saw that number 34 was Gemma Farley.

He looked at Draco with a confused look in his eyes.

No, don't you really like her?

"Aha, Mr. Draco was the first to express his stance, so welcome," Jordan said.

"What should I do?" Draco asked loudly and expectantly.

"Take out your wand, aim it at the center below, and cast a spell at will! After you activate the magic circle, the terrain will be changed, and a one-minute countdown will begin.

The countdown is over and the duel begins automatically! "

Draco nodded and pulled out his wand.

"The flames are blazing——"

The wand shot down like lightning and landed between the two people in the arena.

The next moment, the ground shook, and the entire ground shook like chaff, with patches of yellow exposed on the surface.

"Desert terrain!" Jordan announced, quickly exiting the venue. In the center of the field, a huge countdown also appeared.

The clicking sound of the second hand is extremely clear.

Soon, one minute was over.

The young wizards watched the duel with bated breath. Gemma Farley was fighting against a wizard from Hufflepuff. As soon as the battle began, he quickly and skillfully waved an Expelliarmus, but was struck by a The Iron Armor Curse rebounds faster.

At the same time, Farley's eyes were fixed on the opponent's reaction to the reflected disarming spell.

Then, he cast a silent transformation spell, and the ground turned into a sandy swamp, dragging him into it.

But in the blink of an eye, the battle is over.

"Trash." She said lightly and condescendingly.

"Is this?" Draco looked at Gemma Farley in disbelief during the carnival of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

"Silent spell?"

"The sixth grade has officially started to learn silent spells, haven't you paid attention?" Harry looked at him doubtfully: "And didn't you ask Fred George to celebrate her victory? Why are you crying now?"

"I'm paying too much attention!" Draco held his head: "You told me to lay a good foundation, enough to go through half of Hogwarts, just like you did in the first year."

"Professor Jones treats all students equally, you should know best." Harry said: "You and I are not the only ones who have improved. Mr. Jones's courses have changed too many people. And they can indeed beat it. The juniors and rookie seniors will definitely surpass Half of Hogwarts is full. But people who are prefects obviously don’t get along with rookies.”

"Then you were so relaxed last year?" Draco arrived shortly.

"You can't cast a spell even if I punch you in the throat," Harry explained.

"Damn it!" Draco shook his head: "Stop watching! Keep practicing!"

"Indeed." Harry agreed with this suggestion. Now that he understood the general process of the competition, it was time for him to go back and continue practicing the Patronus Charm.

On the way back, Harry still couldn't hold it back: "So you asked Fred George to celebrate Farley's victory again, and you were not happy when she won. Why is that?"

Draco was silent for a moment and said: "I didn't expect her to win so easily. Forget it, at least this way her chances of getting into the top three will be much greater."

"Top three?" Harry looked at Draco in surprise: "You want her to get the top three, you said that before."

Then an unlikely answer emerged in Harry's mind.

"Wait!! You want to cause trouble for her in the exhibition match?"

"Haha, you finally guessed it." Draco twitched the corner of his mouth.

"So you asked Fred George to celebrate her because... I don't understand, you spend money to celebrate your opponent's victory?!"

This touches on Harry's blind spot again. He is indeed not as good at these twists and turns as Draco.

"I think you don't understand at all." Draco smiled.

"Only when you lift her up to the clouds and fall down will it hurt enough and break her into pieces!"

"Oh!" Harry suddenly realized: "So you have assumed that you can beat her?"

As soon as these words came out, Draco's face suddenly turned foul: "Damn it, don't mention it, I'm just worried about this now."

Then he quickly comforted himself: "But it's okay. I have to look ahead to the top three in the second grade group. As for the exhibition games, there is still a long period of improvement in between."

"How about the top three? Forget it, that's a bit."

Draco was silent for a moment, and then said seriously:

"That's a bit insulting, isn't it? But luckily, that's what I thought too. Otherwise, I would have told you about it a long time ago.

If the two of us bump into each other, don't hold back.

My current practice is not to beg someone to spare my life when I meet someone I can't beat.

I'm not going to try to get Gemma Farley to finish in the top three, and I certainly wouldn't do it myself. "

"I thought so too." Harry smiled.

Just as they were talking, the two walked into the castle.

Suddenly, a tragic scream sounded, extremely harsh.

Draco suddenly felt the hair on his head stand on end, and then looked at Harry in surprise.

"That's Longbottom's voice?"

"Damn it! Are you starting to yell now? How can we make progress like this? Hold it in!" Another old roar sounded in the castle.

"That's Grindelwald?" Draco said again, fear flowing in his eyes.