Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

An overwhelming thunderstorm fell, and the arena was as dazzling as an incandescent light.

The whole place was boiling. Outside the game, Jordan, who had been acting as the commentator, made some mistakes and opened his mouth one after another, but he always felt that no matter what he said, it was a bit dry.

The blue and white electric light quickly dissipated, and then a flash of bright red suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.

It floated, confronting the constantly flashing electric light.

The next moment, a big flame snake suddenly appeared roaring.

In the flames, Harry's hair was flying, and the huge flame snakes were trampling and destroying all around.

Harry kept looking around, and the fire began to spread, sweeping up the sail mast. In the rising smoke, Harry quickly noticed something strange.

"Emergency appearance——"

Hermione's figure quickly appeared in the thick smoke.

The fire snake found its target and, under Harry's control, rushed upward quickly.

"Clear water like a spring -" Hermione pointed her wand at the fire snake, jumped back, suspended in mid-air, and then changed direction under the recoil of the Clear Water Curse.

"What a wonderful combination." Harry was also a little stunned. This was no different than flying.

Then, he raised his wand, but his mind suddenly froze.

He suddenly thought that maybe

At this moment, Hermione had fallen to the ground, and Harry also missed the best opportunity to cast the spell.

However, the little witch just looked at Harry with red eyes and put away her wand.

"Why didn't you wave your wand just now?" Hermione asked.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "I am controlling the fire."

Hermione opened her mouth, then sighed and shook her head: "Harry, you can't fool others."

Harry was silent for a moment. To be honest, the thought that just occurred to him was...

"Let me, right," Hermione said.

She has always been a very competitive girl, but this victory is not a victory given to others.

"I give up." She shrugged and tried her best to smile.

Jordan's voice rang out, quickly announcing the results.

Suddenly, the spectator seats became noisy.

"Like this again?"

"Why are you admitting defeat again? Isn't this the final?! Why do you have to admit defeat after you have come this far?!"

"Is Malfoy the only one who really dares to fight to the end?!" someone asked.

? ?

However, the completely different situation was at the teacher's desk. Professor Flitwick was obviously very satisfied with this move. He kept clapping his palms:

"Miss Granger was at the end of her strength, and both of them chose to stop at the right time. It was a very correct choice!

friendship first, competition later! They are the few players who truly implement this slogan. "

"Please do it." Mu En smiled, and just as he was talking, Jordan also began to prepare for the award ceremony.

On the field, the small stage quickly changed to the previous small stage. Under the guidance of Jordan, the three top three players in the second grade stepped onto it.

"Next, let us invite three duel club professors to award medals and gifts to the winning players as usual!" Jordan said.

Soon, the three professors came to the stage.

The process of awarding awards is very simple. Mu En does not want to make it too routine. Although the cumbersome process will appear more solemn to a certain extent, it is also annoying.

Arriving in front of Harry, he stood on the stage and was as tall as Moon.

"Not bad." Mu En nodded and handed Harry the golden belt that symbolized first place.

In front of the golden belt is a golden disk as big as a head, with animal reliefs symbolizing the four major colleges in four directions.

In the middle of the four beasts, there is a huge Greek number "II".

This means that this is the second-year gold belt.

Below, there are symbols for time and game sequence.

The first duel competition in 1993!

Then, Mu En turned his hand, and a bottle of magic potion appeared in his hand.

Then, he whispered: "This is the undiluted version of the anger mixture. If you say...you can drink it in two times. If you drink more, you will not be able to maintain basic sanity."

"Thank you, Uncle Moon." Harry nodded solemnly.

Next to her, Professor Flitwick stepped forward. Hermione knelt down on one knee and faced the professor as he put on her medal.

"Professor, thank you." Hermione whispered. Her eyes were red and she looked uninterested.

"You did a great job, girl!" Professor Flitwick patted her shoulder, and then took out the elixir: "You deserve it!"

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione nodded and stood up.

To Harry's left, Snape simply handed a badge to Draco.

He had no intention of putting it on Draco himself.

Instead, he turned to ask seriously: "Who taught you the transformation technique you just showed? Did you learn it by yourself?!"

His voice was serious and cold, and Draco, who had just been happy about standing on the podium, quickly felt like he had fallen into an ice hole.

"Um..." Draco glanced at Harry: "I thought about it myself, with the ideas provided to me by Potter..."

"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded.

Mu En looked at Snape and spread his hands. He didn't quite understand why Snape cared so much about this matter.

Snape let out a heavy breath and finally stopped paying attention to this matter.

Then, he looked at the two Slytherins on the stage, finally nodded, and said to Draco, "Well done."

"Thank you, Professor," Draco said.

After the three professors left, Jordan looked at the three of them: "Well... okay, do you have anything to say?"

Harry shook his head quickly. He really couldn't bear to give a victory speech.

Below, Colin has been chattering non-stop since the time of award presentation, and now he just wants to leave early.

"Okay, as you wish." Jordan nodded and then made his final speech to the audience.

At the end of the game, as soon as several people walked off the stage, Hermione left on her own. Just as Harry was about to go over, a huge figure blocked him.

MacCherry came forward and punched Harry on the shoulder: "Congratulations, second-year gold belt. And Draco, well done."

"Thanks, Mike." Harry nodded and quickly tilted his head.

"The games will end next week, and the Quidditch season will begin. By then..."

Harry looked around and saw that Hermione was nowhere to be found.

He had no choice but to nod his head first: "Well... Mike, let's talk about it later. I have something to do now."

McCully looked at the anxious Harry, reacted, and nodded quickly: "Oh, what's the matter? Go quickly!"

"Okay." Harry turned around and left: "See you in the lounge!"

As he walked on the road, many Slytherin classmates greeted him along the way. There was a lot of traffic at this time. Harry looked around, but he couldn't find Hermione.

It's obviously just a blink of an eye...

Thinking, he quickly ran towards the castle.

Missing the dense flow of people at the stalls, he soon saw Hermione's back walking upwards.

"Hermione!"

Harry shouted quickly and ran over quickly.

"Hermione...I'm sorry..." Harry said quickly, putting his hand on the little witch's shoulder.

"No...nothing." The little witch whispered.

She raised her hand and put it in front of her eyes. Her fingertips couldn't stop trembling as she kept tapping her forehead...

"You...you're right..." Hermione said.

"I seem...really...can't be of much help," the little witch said.

"I've always wanted to try, just... follow in your footsteps or something."

"I was very... very sad last year when you were lying alone in the infirmary... Harry, I'm sorry, but actually I wasn't sad because you were injured."

"I'm still sad because you didn't tell me these things..."

"Because I'm of no use, right." The little witch turned her back to Harry.

"I'm so stupid, I should have realized it earlier."

At this time, the two of them were already standing on the grass outside the castle.

The lawn here is a little bald, and last year's troll blood made it extremely difficult for the grass here to grow...

"I should have realized that when I was here last year," Hermione said.

"Hermione, I just don't think you need to tell you these things. They are dangerous." Harry whispered.

"Aren't we friends?" Hermione asked the question again.

"Yes." Harry nodded: "It's just because we are friends, so I don't want you to be implicated by me..."

"No, Harry." Hermione shook her head and turned back, her eyes red.

"It's just because we are friends. That's why you should tell me these things.

Just like happiness is a great emotion, sadness is also an integral part of our emotions, isn’t it? "

As she spoke, she smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes: "This is what my father said..."

Harry didn't know how to answer Hermione, his original intention had always been... unnecessary.

There is no need for my friend to participate in these things, otherwise what is the point of my efforts?

Hermione nodded again: "But I think you are right. In fact, my original intention was...

If I win today, will it prove that I am not that bad? At least I am indeed a friend who can help you share things.

But...I lost.

Maybe... you have the right idea. "