Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Madam Pomfrey came to Draco and quickly checked his injuries.

Pay special attention to the arm that has been injured before.

After being staggered and pulled up, he said in a tired tone, matching his naturally pale face: "It's okay, madam, I can still hold on!"

In fact, if people who are familiar with Draco look at it, they can still feel that he is acting.

It's too polite after all.

Madam Pomfrey completely ignored Draco's words and just checked herself. She found that except for some scratches, there were no major problems.

Afterwards, she treated the minor injuries meticulously, and said seriously: "After the game, come to the infirmary honestly.

I have to say it again, magical instant healing is not perfect, you hear me? !”

"Yes ma'am." Draco nodded.

He wanted to start the next loser's match quickly so that he could have an easier time dealing with that Ravenclaw guy.

The fool had been waving his wand randomly while trapped in the sand.

I think it consumes a lot.

As for himself, he spent almost nothing.

He has not forgotten this advantage and needs to seize it as much as possible!

Although I don't know why, Draco always has an inexplicable sensitivity in seizing opportunities.

Soon, under the auspices of Jordan, the loser group game officially began.

From beginning to end, he never took a step off the field.

Mike rubbed his eyes, took a breath, and looked at Draco.

"Sorry my friend, Ravenclaw can't get nothing!"

"Then you'd better get used to getting nothing as soon as possible." Draco said lightly, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No, weren't you used to it last year?"

Mike's mouth opened, but in the end he couldn't say anything to resist.

"It seems that what you learned the most from Professor Snape is the way of speaking!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Draco smiled nonchalantly.

At the same time, a magic spell fell in front of the two of them.

At this time, Mike on the other side spoke again.

"I am third in grade, you can't beat me!" He said: "I have seen your performance in the club, you are like a clown. My biggest hope for you is not to cry."

"Why don't you get first or second place in your grade? Don't you like it?!" Draco replied: "Also, why didn't you talk so much when you met Granger just now? Don't you dare to talk to girls? Bar!"

"That's called gentlemanly behavior."

"Anyone who doesn't have much experience with girls tends to cover themselves up with gentlemanly demeanor."

"I am."

A feeling of panic that had been seen through suddenly swept through his body.

At the same time, Draco paid attention to the countdown above and observed the changes in the surrounding terrain.

Terrain selection - dense forest.

The intricate trees seemed to have accelerated their growth rate, emerging from the ground at an unnatural speed, spreading their branches and leaves, blocking the sun.

The grass gradually thins out, the tree roots are exposed, and they are wrapped around large rocks that come from nowhere.

Draco was immediately reminded of the Forbidden Forest.

The scene where Hagrid directly broke a tree and used it as a weapon is still vivid in his mind.

At the same time, he continued to speak: "I have seen many people like you, and most of them will never be able to touch a girl's hand in their lifetime."

"You don't dream at night about a girl secretly giving you a gift on Valentine's Day, do you?"

"Just starting from this idea is enough to fantasize for a whole day."

"That's enough!" Mike raised his wand: "You don't think you can disturb me by saying these irrelevant things, do you?"

Draco could only sigh.

Seen through!

but--

As the countdown ended, Mike's spell struck at an extremely fast speed.

It seemed that Draco's previous words had angered him!

The speed of this curse was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, it quickly got close to Draco.

In the Slytherin stands, a playful scream rang out. It was Pansy. She covered her eyes, as if she didn't dare to watch the next scene.

However, the next moment, a dark shadow stood in front of Draco.

A small explosion exploded just two or three meters in front of him.

However, his figure remained motionless.

A big hole was opened in the black curtain composed of robes, and Draco showed a smile behind the curtain.

"Is this the only way?!"

On the classroom seat, Snape suddenly leaned forward with a serious look on his face: "Is this?!"

This is Voldemort's favorite move!

Many people who have experienced that era know what this gesture represents!

"I learned it from you." Mu En said, "Do you remember? You also had such a combined transformation technique during the first meeting of the Duel Club!"

Snape was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I think so!"

Draco's gesture just now, combined with the prophecy in the morning, made him really unable to help but think in that direction!

At the same time, below, Draco's robe was constantly attacking Mike, shooting out spells one after another, but he unfolded his robe and blocked it in advance.

The loss was nothing more than some scraps of clothing.

Soon, Draco gradually gained the upper hand. His condition was so good that even halfway, he used the long belt protruding from his robe to pull himself into the air and launch an attack from top to bottom.

It also better avoids Mike's defense!

After several minutes of entanglement, Mike could no longer hold on. In a panic, he was accidentally trampled by an exposed tree root. Immediately afterwards, Draco turned into a spiked belt and quickly attacked.

However, Draco didn't seem to expect that he would be knocked to the ground without any room to dodge.

Look at that panicked face.

Inexplicably, he forced his thoughts into action, and the spikes that the belt turned into quickly disintegrated!

Then, Mike took this opportunity to turn over and grasp his wand again!

"Damn it!!" Draco cursed his own stupidity and weakness while suspended in mid-air.

Even he himself didn't know how he did it just now.

My previous self couldn't have transformed this belt so quickly!

At the same time, he is also watching out for the opponent's attack! !

Unexpectedly, Mike suddenly put away his wand and shouted: "I give up!!"

Ignoring Jordan's explanation, Draco froze in mid-air.

Then, he heard Mike's proud words.

"Everyone can see that you stopped just now. This kind of victory is not what I want!"

Draco's mouth twitched and he said, "If you are given that chance, you may not win."

Mike shrugged. He had already seen Draco's mouth and knew he couldn't fight it, so he said no more.

Draco curled his lips and said after seeing the battle was over: "However, I take back what I just said. Sorry, that was just some necessary trash talk during the battle.

Your gentlemanly demeanor is not something you can just pretend in front of girls! "

"Haha." When Mike heard this, the corners of his mouth raised a little.

"You made me change some of my views on Slytherin!"

"Slytherin is no longer what it used to be," Draco said.

"I can tell." Mike nodded, then straightened his collar.

"The other thing I want to say is that being a gentleman is not about style, it's about attitude!"