Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Looking at Neville's appearance, Harry was also in a daze.

Is it actually possible for me to give in a little bit?

But soon, he shook his head and threw this ridiculous idea out of his mind.

It's not that he cares much about winning this game, but that this kind of behavior is humiliating the opponent from another level.

Then, he stepped forward and walked in front of Neville.

"Stop crying." Harry looked at Neville with a half-smile and said, "Someone is coming."

Neville quickly wiped away the tears from his eyes, listened to the rapid footsteps in his ears, and said hurriedly: "I'm fine, I'm fine -"

Then, his words suddenly stopped.

"Not bad." Ron pulled Neville up: "It's impressive."

Seamus didn't know when he ran over, and he and Ron helped Neville up: "I said where have you been during this time? You must have been secretly training."

Harry saw that Neville was okay with the support of the two men, and saw Madam Pomfrey coming over, so he said nothing more and turned to leave.

At the edge of the field, Draco looked at Harry: "How does it feel? How strong is he?"

"Not bad." Harry said: "It's a very amazing change, especially in the most basic fighting ideas."

"Oh?" Draco was a little surprised by Harry's comment.

As a bystander, he could see the change in Neville, but what?

"What do you think my winning rate would be if I played against him?"

Harry looked Draco up and down, until the other man's face gradually warmed up, and then said: "Not sure, seven or three?"

"Why is it only 70%?!"

"Seventy percent of it belongs to someone else!!" Harry said, "But I'm just talking casually, it's useless for you to ask me, you two are not going the same way.

I think you can understand the proficiency of the House Collapse Curse he learned. What you are practicing now is transformation. This duel is not based on age. How can I say who will win? "

"That's right." Draco nodded. As for Neville's spell, he was lying if he said his heart didn't twitch when he saw it just now.

However, he didn't feel that his hard training would make him unable to fight back when faced with the opponent.

"Next, let's invite Draco Malfoy from Slytherin!!" Jordan's voice appeared!

"Go ahead," Harry said.

Draco raised his head, showed a provocative look to Ravenclaw, and then walked onto the ring.

At the same time, on the Ravenclaw side, Draco's opponent also cheered with his classmates, then looked at Draco warily and walked onto the field.

A moment later, Draco returned to the rest area with his head covered in blood, dragging a bandaged arm.

"Can I still go on?"

"I'm back, isn't that the answer?" Draco said calmly, his hand involuntarily touched his forehead, and his fingertips rubbed some dark brown blood scabs.

"This little thing can't stop me." He said: "Otherwise, wouldn't all my previous arrangements be turned into ashes?"

"Okay." Harry nodded and focused on the third game.

Soon, the battle ended. The Hufflepuff little wizard used a somewhat unfamiliar Expelliarmus spell to disarm the Ravenclaw opponent's wand. When he was about to wave the wand again, the Ravenclaw little wizard wisely chose to surrender.

The last four people finally appeared.

Then, after about ten minutes of rest.

The draw officially begins.

Standing in front of the lottery tube, Draco looked struggling, crossed his hands, and kept tapping the tiger's mouth of his left hand with his right index finger.

"How about I draw first and give you the last vote." Harry said when he saw his nervous posture.

"No!" Draco said decisively, stepping forward: "I'm still used to keeping this kind of thing in my own hands."

"Just do whatever you want." Harry stepped aside. Anyway, for him, hitting anyone was a hit.

Of course, if you can.

He wished he could confront Hermione.

Draco stepped forward quickly and was the first to put his hand into the lottery tube.

I quickly got the lottery number and showed it in front of the entire audience.

Number three!

Soon, Harry also put his hand into the lottery tube.

Number two!

"Slytherin's internal war!!" Jordan's voice appeared, announcing the answer to the audience.

Suddenly, shouts and laughter rang out from the stands.

Obviously, many people are looking forward to seeing the Slytherins mingle among themselves.

"But for now, please keep looking forward to the next battle - Hermione Granger versus Mike Caterence."

Afterwards, Harry and Draco walked off the field, leaving the stage to Hermione.

"Come on," Harry said.

"I will." Hermione nodded and looked seriously at her opponent. She had some impression of this person, who had always been among the best in terms of results. To be precise, he was ranked third all year round!

"Hello Granger!" Mike bowed slightly in a gentlemanly manner.

Hermione bowed slightly and returned the greeting: "Hello."

Walking off the ring, Harry looked at Draco helplessly.

Then, he noticed Draco's expression.

Very relaxing.

"You look relaxed?" Harry asked.

"Really?" Draco calmed down the expression on his face, then shook his head and said, "It seems like Lady Luck doesn't like me very much!"

"Really?" Harry was a little wary. Could it be that Draco had developed some special skill?

"Of course." Draco nodded helplessly: "Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you, just treat it like a normal duel!"

As he spoke, he showed a weird smile.

Harry speculated for a while, but still couldn't figure out what was going on in this guy's mind.

Then, he set his sights on the playing field.

Terrain - Desert!

Hermione showed extremely skillful flying sand and moving stones. At this moment, only yellow sand was rolling on the field. In the yellow storm, Mike's curse could only be barely seen flashing through.

"She wants to kill others by leaning on the sand?" Draco said in surprise: "This is not a logical idea."

"No!" Harry came to the answer after taking a closer look.

"Hermione is changing position. She is now leaning against the sand's view block, changing her position!"

A moment later, as Hermione had reached the other side, the sandstorm suddenly stopped.

Then, Mike quickly looked around.

However, before he could find Hermione, he heard: "Expelliarmus—"

Mike's wand flew high, and then the little witch made a small jump and took the other's wand.

"You win." Mike said helplessly: "It's not easy to beat you once."

"I'm just lucky." As the field gradually returned to grass, Hermione handed the wand back.

"You are too modest." Mike smiled, took the wand, and turned to leave.

Soon, the Slytherin Civil War that the audience had been waiting for officially began.

Venue extraction - Snow Mountain!

As the audience cheered, Draco also looked at Harry.

But soon, the battle they were looking forward to did not last long.

Soon, under Harry's spell, Draco was violently blown away and fell into a snowdrift, unable to get up again!

"End - Harry Potter wins. Oh, it looks painful. It seems that the two Slytherin friends have no intention of giving up the honor and victory of this game!" Jordan's commentary sounded.

At the same time, Harry quickly walked to Draco's side.

"However, after the game, will you still care about the status of your classmates immediately? Haha - this is the virtue of our savior?!" Jordan was still explaining.

However, the fact is-

Harry knelt down and pulled Draco out of the snowdrift where the Transfiguration spell had not completely dissipated.

"You guy! You didn't want to fight me in the first place?!"

"Maintain your form, win the lower bracket, and get third place!" Draco said pretending to be weak.

"This is called a strategy - our Malfoy family has been Slytherin for generations!"

As he said that, the expression on Draco's face became wonderful. He obviously lost, but he seemed to have won a battle.

"My friend, you look very surprised!

It seems that you still need to practice in this area! "

"You lied to me too?" Harry was a little amused by Draco's expression.

"Of course." Draco nodded: "I don't know how good your acting skills are. If you find out and then deliberately hold back and let others see it, wouldn't it mean that we Slytherins deliberately control points!"

Harry finally understood: "So that's what you meant when you said you wouldn't embarrass me!"

Draco nodded, just lying on the ground, opening his hands, facing the white clouds and the sun.

"Lady Luck, be with me, Draco Malfoy!"