Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The Forbidden Forest is very large. After going back and forth twice, it was already dark.

On the way back, he couldn't help but pass by the third greenhouse and look at the thriving mandrakes.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione was curious.

"Not just looking." Harry shook his head.

"When you're mature, I can make a drink to cheer you up!" As he said that, he swallowed again, and then he could only give a thumbs up: "It tastes good."

"Okay." Hermione couldn't adapt to Harry, who spoke intermittently and had a bit of a tongue.

After looking at the Mandrake, the two hurriedly walked towards Hogwarts.

At this time, the castle was quiet, and the candlelighters were all tired and entering the time of rest.

Before passing the Great Hall, Harry grabbed Hermione.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked around nervously, fearing that the noise here would attract Filch.

"Competition." Harry said concisely, and then a faint fluorescent light bloomed in his hand, only slightly illuminating the bulletin board.

The two got closer, and a new competition arrangement appeared on the bulletin board.

Saturday, second grade group.

On Sunday it was the fifth grade group.

Obviously, Moon postponed the more explosive senior game to the next day to maintain the vitality of the game.

However, as the two little guys in the second grade, the focus is obviously not here.

"Is it about to start?" Hermione whispered nervously.

"Here we go." Harry nodded: "Let's go, I'll take you up."

After returning to the common room, Harry carefully unwrapped the unicorn hair wrapped around Hagrid's wand.

Hagrid's wand was very long, sixteen inches, and was no different from holding a short sword in his hand.

The wand has been broken, but half of it is still attached. It seems that the wand's body has good toughness, so it was completely broken without a single blow.

The core of the wand was made of unicorn hair, with half of it exposed, which reminded Harry of the triangular crisps he would eat at Christmas. Once he bit it open, there would be a small note with words on it.

Then, he carefully pieced the wand bodies together and began to observe the magic pattern circuits in the gaps.

At the same time, he also took out his wand as a reference.

He continued to study until two o'clock in the morning, when under the gaze of the magic paintings, he entered the dormitory.

Soon, the time came to Saturday, and as time passed, the weather gradually improved. Yesterday it was leaden-gray sky, and today it is completely bright.

During breakfast, almost everyone Harry knew was discussing the game.

Even Draco was no exception. He, who always boasted of having a good upbringing and never talked during meals, began to chatter all the time at the dinner table.

"What if I draw a terrain that I have never played before?" He was a little worried. Although he had been training, he really had no real experience with people recently.

"I heard that the professor's map library has not been fully explored yet, and what if he suddenly adds many strange terrains on a whim."

"Tsk, tsk."

Without even looking at it, Harry carefully divided the sausage into very small pieces, and then put them into his mouth bit by bit.

In the end, Draco talked to himself for a long time and came to a result.

Go practice for a while again until half past nine.

Harry shook his head and rejected the proposal. He wanted to go shopping with Hermione and had no intention of paying attention to this guy.

After eating, the two walked out of the auditorium and were about to go their separate ways when they suddenly saw Snape striding over.

Draco shrank his neck. He had noticed Snape's appraising gaze, as if he was looking for an excuse to make things difficult.

"Are you going to participate in the competition?" Snape asked calmly.

Harry tilted his head, not understanding what Snape was going to say?

"I think it's an insult to the game to have a mute play."

"Professor" Harry whispered, "No."

His tone was very casual, and his original intention was to show that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

But he didn't want to make Snape's expression even more ugly: "Do you think talking in normal times is the same as in battle?

Do you think that when those people fight, their internal organs are beaten and the blood comes out of their mouths? "

madness! !

That's the blood from the collision between the mouth and the teeth! "

"Forehead"

"Confront the teacher, Slytherin will deduct three points!"

After saying that, Snape quickly waved his wand.

"Latch the tongue and seal the throat——"

"You don't have to keep reasoning and explaining."

After that, he turned and left.

Draco looked at Harry who was speechless in embarrassment, and a smile appeared on his lips: "It seems like he is very angry that you have to go to the game even though you have something in your mouth."

"Uh" was all Harry could say. The teeth have tightly wrapped the mandrake on the tongue.

There won't be any surprises.

Harry could only wave his hand helplessly and drive Draco away.

Harry bet that Snape was expecting someone to give him a good beating right then and there.

Of course, protecting the mandrake is certainly one aspect.

As he walked upstairs, Harry couldn't help but scratch his head.

Silent trouble.

If he met Hermione, there should be no need to fight him. He didn't think the transformation binding tactic he took from Draco would be effective. The duel is not a duel between gunslingers in the West. A field controller like Hermione must change her position immediately.

"I won't go, why should I be present for such a small matter?!"

"If I see you trembling here, you're in trouble."

"Don't think that I can't see what's happening on the field in the castle!"

Grindelwald's old angry roar came from a corridor on the second floor, and Harry suddenly thought of Neville again.

What can be accomplished in a week?

As someone who has experienced it, Harry knows that sometimes just learning a special and suitable spell can be enough to change the situation of the battle.

More trouble

At the same time, Hermione also walked down the stairs, and the two of them walked towards the arena together.

Around the stadium, the market this time was obviously much more lively than before, and some merchants made many special products based on the competition.

For example, at Zuko's Magic Gag Shop, they sell unique badges from the four major colleges. When stimulated with magic, the roaring sounds of animals will appear.

"Snakes are quiet and only make low threats without roaring. This is in line with Slytherin's style." A clerk in a joke shop was selling snake badges to Slytherins.

"Well, that makes sense." The Slytherin guy nodded with satisfaction, and then paid for it.

The two also went to Wenrenju Quill Shop. Their stall was empty, and the clerk greeted them while shouting that he wouldn't be coming next week.

Harry bought a quill pen, and he kept the note-taking paper with him for a long time.

In front of the Three Broomsticks bar, Percy and several classmates from the student union were inspecting a newly launched special drink.

“Refreshing juice exclusively for contestants”

"Mr., we definitely don't have any banned herbs here. I know you want to pursue fairness in the competition." The clerk said awkwardly.

Percy was very satisfied with the clerk's attitude. To be honest, this feeling made him a little intoxicated.

but

"False propaganda!" Percy picked up a small glass and took a sip: "It's just lemon juice with some euphoria added, your brand needs to be changed!!\

,"Can you drink this too? ?

Meeting the clerk's eyes, Percy chuckled and raised his head: "I have twelve OWLs certificates. If I don't have any ability, will Professor Jones leave this matter to me?"

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Thinking about it, he also curiously took the quill he just bought and wrote: "Twelve certificates? Do you rely on self-study? Can you take the exam if you study by yourself?"

After writing, he handed the paper to Hermione. He remembered that Hermione had learned about this some time ago.

Hermione glanced at it and said, "Harry, do you have this idea too? To be honest, I think the more certificates the better. It will be beneficial to us in finding jobs in the future."

Harry could only shake his head. He was just curious. Is it possible to sign up for the corresponding OWLS exam without going to class?

"Oh, well, actually I don't know. Percy just told me in a very mysterious way that if you want to do this, you have to check all the classes."

Apparently, Hermione already had this plan.

Soon, the time came to ten o'clock.

As the second graders competing today, they did not go to the auditorium, but came to the ring.

Draco also hurried over, his face flushed, his hair a little messy, but with a smile on his face, obviously very excited now.

"You don't know how to take any medicine." Harry wrote on the paper.

"Haha." Draco kept paddling his steps and jumping: "I just ran three more laps, and I'm in great shape now! Come on, be the first one. No matter who it is, I will kill him." !!”

Next to him, Crabbe and Goyle had obviously done the same thing as him, but they were not as excited as him, but their heavy breathing did prove that they were also in good condition.

This week there are some students who are willing to perform, they are several boys from Hufflepuff.

They were very embarrassed when they came on stage at first, as if they had to come on stage after losing a bet with their friends.

But soon, they got into the mood and heated up the whole place.

At the teachers' table, many teachers gave warm applause. Professor Sprout even stood up and clapped his hands loudly.

"How wonderful, my versatile classmates." Dumbledore smiled and wiped his tears, as if he was deeply moved.

"This kind of activity should be greatly promoted." Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement and clinked glasses with Mu En: "Excellent idea, Mu En.

There may be a less magical, but still shining side to these children, a side that we once overlooked.

You put them in the sun and brush off the dust. "

"I also hope that there will be more children who are willing to perform." Mu En smiled and drank lightly.

Soon, Mu En turned her attention to the children drawing lots below.

"Better give me some exciting games." He whispered.

Below, the familiar children were also comparing their numbers.

"I'm number six." Hermione said quickly.

Harry unfolded the signature in his hand - number two.

It seems they can't get along.

"Next, please invite player No. 1 and player No. 28 to come on stage!!" Jordan's roar boomed on the field.

Soon, No. 1 came out. He has a strong body and is tall compared to his peers.

Crabbe! !

And number 28 was none other than Neville.

"Come on!" Hermione patted Neville on the shoulder and sent him onto the field.

As the two walked into it, the terrain began to change under the influence of a fifth-grade spell.

"It's a desert!!" Looking at the sky full of yellow sand that gradually appeared in height differences, Hermione whispered: "One of the terrains I'm most looking forward to. This is for me. I have a lot of room to play."

Harry nodded and focused on the field. Only a few people knew about Neville and Grindelwald's studies. He was also curious about Neville's current strength.

Soon, the one-minute countdown ended.

"Thunderbolt explosion——" Neville waved his wand fiercely, as if a string that had been tightened suddenly popped open.

Crabbe dodged back suddenly, but the explosion raised up sand and dust.

Suddenly, he was unable to react to such a scene.

"Thunderbolt explosion——"

Another spell penetrated the sand and hit him.

Suddenly, the clothes in front of Crabbe exploded, his whole body flew backwards, his eyes rolled, and he fainted.

It ended very quickly, and the explosion curse was not even a magic spell that they could come into contact with. The entire audience was silent. At first, they thought it would turn into a fist fight like last week.

Madam Pomfrey quickly leaned over, checked, and found that there was no big problem, then raised her hand to signal.

"Neville Longbottom - Victory!!" Jordan roared to announce the result, and then the Gryffindor audience burst into roaring cheers.

Neville walked down tremblingly.

"Why are you shaking?" Draco raised the corners of his mouth, still in that disdainful tone.

"I'm not that sorry. Did I strike too hard?"

"What a big deal." Draco shook his head indifferently: "Go back to Gryffindor and enjoy the cheers."

At the same time, after the terrain gradually returned to normal, Jordan's side also began to announce.

"Next is the second game of the day. Players No. 2 and No. 27 are invited to enter."

Harry walked up and saw his opponent.

"Harry." The red-haired boy greeted.

Harry nodded and pointed to his mouth.

Ron also nodded, but raised the corners of his mouth and whispered: "Harry, you have to be careful. Others don't know, but you know me. I won't lose."

Harry nodded and rubbed his wrist.

It's really...trickier.

The premise is that Ron doesn't make the wrong move.

Afterwards, the two walked into the arena. After Fred gave Jordan a lot of looks, he finally got a chance to draw a match.

"Fireworks flash-"

The crackling and brilliant fireworks fell in the arena,

Suddenly, the ground began to shake, like an earthquake.

Harry also looked at the ground nervously, looking forward to his own terrain.

Soon, the terrain was determined. The ground was still grass, but around it, it turned into towering cliffs. There were two more large rocks appearing around them for no apparent reason, and the biting wind blew past the two of them.

On the cliff -