Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Early the next morning, the whole castle became noisy.

The vendors in Hogsmeade were pulling carriages and horses and carrying permits from the main entrance of the campus.

Then, just like a few months ago, the stall was opened.

After the final exam, the little wizards' consumption enthusiasm is high. After all, this time can be said to be a rare time when "teachers don't care and parents are away".

What's more, for some ordinary little wizards, this moment is their last time to use magic in the next two months.

Moreover, they are still looking forward to something else.

Draco had not taken the lead to attack Gemma Farley, but he did not expect that the other party actually walked over at this time.

"Malfoy, it seems like you didn't listen to any of my advice!" She said condescendingly.

"Your suggestion?" Draco raised his head with a half-smile: "Are you referring to your nonsense?"

Gemma was speechless for a moment, opening and closing her mouth one after another, and was suddenly made to forget how to speak by this rhetorical question.

What followed was anger.

How dare he? !

"How dare I?!" Draco seemed to see what she was thinking, and then stood up.

"There are more bold ones, do you want to see them?"

"You...what are you going to do?" Gemma's face turned red, and a kind of anger after her authority was provoked filled her mind.

"I want to give you a chance to challenge me!" Draco looked at the woman in front of him as if he were looking at a dead object.

"An opportunity...to challenge you...!"

What Draco said was quite bold, and even shocked the hearts of those who heard it.

The corners of Draco's lips raised seemed to be reflected in Gemma's flushed face opposite him, and the trembling corners of his lips were a sign of excitement after hearing some good news.

He spoke slowly and with authority: "Seize this opportunity."

"Okay." Gemma gritted her teeth and nodded: "That's right, I also have this plan to teach you some lessons on behalf of your father!"

These words were extremely serious and directly put him in the position of an elder.

In Draco's ears, it was undoubtedly the most harsh provocation in the world.

He also gritted his teeth and smiled.

"If you can do it, do it!"

Gemma looked at Draco's expression, and then she felt like she was coming back to her senses. Then she turned around, her robes flying!

Harry stood aside and looked at Draco in surprise.

"I thought you would explain how unhappy you were with her and why, and how much you wanted to beat her up."

Draco looked at Gemma's back and curled his lips disdainfully: "I can't act like a resentful woman who has been abandoned."

Then, a suspicious glance came that was not friendly.

Draco twitched his lips: "Nothing else."

Hermione held her forehead helplessly and sighed: "I really don't expect you boys to change your unique way of describing yourself, but - I'm still listening."

"Little accident." Harry smiled and looked at Draco: "So, did you just say it directly?"

"Of course." Draco nodded without hesitation.

"If we lose, it will be very ugly. It will be like a self-righteous clown who talks to himself."

"Yeah." Draco confirmed Harry's words again, and then flicked his wrist.

"It's not a big deal, as long as you don't lose!"

…

No way out? !

Harry didn't know Draco 100%, but at least he was sure that if he lost this game and became a buffoon, it would definitely become an indelible stain in his life.

This is due to his character.

It's even possible that this stain was caused by him taking the initiative.

That would be even harder to accept.

Therefore, in disguise, Draco really put himself on the stove to be roasted.

Either life or... death.

Soon, professors also came in twos and threes. The atmosphere of the exhibition game was very relaxed, and many complicated and unnecessary links were omitted.

Jordan even walked directly onto the stage, stretched his waist and made a snapping sound.

The crowd fell silent.

Then, he asked directly: "What do you want me to do? Let's get started.

Let us directly invite the top three players from the seven grades to come forward! ! "

As the twenty-one contestants greeted each other and stood scattered on the stage, Jordan, as the host, confiscated the drinks of the Weasley twins and started the introduction while drinking.

“Exhibition matches, as the name suggests, are for entertainment.

Prizes - none, rankings - none, honors - none!

Even the players... don’t have to be there! "

Jordan said casually, without any script.

However, the little wizards still listened quietly to his nonsense.

It even feels fun.

Many people even set their sights on the teachers' seats, but saw that the teachers were all smiling.

Without the majesty of the past, it actually seemed much closer.

This makes the atmosphere of the entire stadium more relaxed and happy.

"Here, there are only challengers and challenged ones!" Jordan introduced.

"The person being challenged can refuse the challenge invitation."

"Don't... isn't it very possible that we will only see one or two duels?!" someone asked.

"This situation is indeed possible. But it is a bit unlikely!" Jordan chuckled.

“You see, we give the challenger the right to refuse.

So naturally, challengers must also be given... the right to speak! But let me state in advance that it is best not to use swear words, or words that are more... um... "

Then he pointed to the teacher's seat.

"Of course, if you are not afraid of your teacher watching from above, then just say it."

Afterwards, he even scanned the players.

Hmm... At present, it seems that there is no such person who is not very smart.

"Then let's begin! Who will be the first to issue a challenge invitation!"

George shrugged and stepped out.

"Fred, as agreed, whoever wins will be the brother!"

Then he was about to take the phone and announce to the entire Hogwarts that the two of them would be called "George Fred" after this war.

Suddenly, a little arrogant Slytherin witch took the lead and got the microphone first.

"Hermione Granger, I challenge you!"

"Okay, I'll answer -"

However, Hermione's words had just left her mouth, and the little witch over there seemed to have not finished speaking and continued to speak loudly.

"If I win, Harry will date me!"

? ?

Harry tilted his head.

Am I... being objectified? ?

In the stands, there were boos and various noisy discussions.

Dumbledore gently took off his glasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and said with a happy smile: "Young people's love is always so reckless and passionate..."

Mu En gently twirled his beard and looked down with interest.

Isn't this what would happen to Hal? I didn’t expect to see him again after so many years!

Strange thing, why has this kind of thing never happened to me? Mu En was a little confused.

Not to mention his achievements in magic, he is gentle in appearance, humble in speech, and calm in body!

He also loves to be clean, and every time he uses some physical strengthening magic to strengthen himself, then he grabs other people's heads, throws them to the ground, and smashes them against the wall. After the battle is resolved, he will immediately clean up the blood stains on his body.

Why did all those girls go to Hal back then?

When Hermione heard this in the competition field, she became very angry.

Even if he wins or loses, Harry shouldn't have anything to do with it.

"No, what kind of stupid statement is this? Do you regard Harry as a bet?!" Hermione asked angrily.

"Yes." The man nodded.

Hermione didn't react for a while. After being stunned for a long time, she couldn't believe it. How could there be such a shameless person.

"That's the bet I want." The Slytherin girl shrugged.

Hermione was a little helpless, and then decided to educate the other party about the correct view of love. She said: "You are wrong to do this. First of all, you are objectifying Harry. In addition, even if you beat me, Harry will also Won't--"

"If he beats you, he will date me!"

The girl clapped her hands and looked directly at Hermione.

"Any questions?"

"You're like this-"

"Stop, stop!" Jordan quickly appeared and stopped the two of them.

"Two ladies, it's pointless to argue!" He said righteously: "I suggest you two calmly, face to face - have a fight!"

"No!" Hermione simply refused.

"Don't worry." Jordan has become an excellent host, and it seems that the situation is still under his control.

He said unhurriedly: "Why don't we ask another party, who is neither a challenger nor a non-challenge, what is his opinion?!"

As he spoke, he opened his palms and pointed them at Harry.

A smile appeared on Harry's lips.

"Hermione, go ahead!"

Hermione couldn't believe her ears and looked at Harry seriously.

"Harry, how could you do this? This is your own business. How could you just leave it to me?"

"We are friends, aren't we?" Harry returned what Hermione had said before.

"this"

"He said it's okay, do you have any excuses?" The girl standing opposite Hermione smiled.

She didn't care what Hermione said about coercion and objectification.

Before caring about your heart, first of all, you must first obtain at least one of the established fruits that you can ingest.

This is the "right way"!

"It seems that our first group of players has been officially determined!" Jordan announced loudly.

As for the enthusiasm of the entire audience, it had already been ignited.

"Then let us clear the playing field for them! And, I think this round of playing field selection will be done by Harry Potter, so no one should have any objections!"

"certainly."

"We have objections, and the girls on stage won't allow it."

All kinds of laughter appeared.

Harry couldn't resist, so he backed away from the scene, then pulled out his wand and waved it towards the center of the two of them.

Soon, the transformation spell that enveloped the huge arena began to take effect. Within a moment, a round stone platform appeared in the center of the arena.

The countdown is coming to an end in the eager anticipation of the audience.

"Flying sand and moving rocks——"

"Tongtong Petrochemical——"

Then, the battle ended.

There were no cheers from the audience.

Perhaps it can be said that not yet, because most people have not reacted yet.

"What the hell is this? You win now?" I don't know who shouted so.

"The Lionheart of Gryffindor!!" George turned his wand into a loudspeaker and roared at the top of his lungs.

Harry was also stunned for a long time.

No, George, when did you go up to the stands? Weren't we in the players' rest area below before?

"A clean victory." Jordan didn't react for a moment, and then he moved the microphone and said to Harry: "The casting speed is so fast, it must be because it concerns you!"

"Hermione never forgets to practice." Harry let out a long breath.

Several months have passed since the previous game. They have not slacked off for Azkaban, and progress will naturally occur.

It's just that it suddenly showed up here and it seemed very exaggerated.

But behind it is definitely not a sudden growth after getting involved with someone or something, but the accumulation of a little bit of sweat!

After thinking about it, Harry suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

Let Peeves off easily instead of letting him clarify this groundless rumor.

Afterwards, Harry hurriedly grabbed the challenger position in the next game.

"Let me make it clear first that my friends and I don't really mind those jokes.

But - I hope you all know, that's a joke!

If everyone takes it seriously, it may indeed cause some trouble to me and my friends. "

After saying this that had nothing to do with the challenge, Harry brought the topic back on track.

"Here, I want to challenge a friend of mine, a brother!"

"Harry, don't be too official!" MacCherry's voice came directly from below.

Hearing this cheerful tone, Harry also smiled. The clarifying words he just faced to the audience made his subsequent words and tone somewhat unreflective.

"Okay, let me tell you the truth! Hedlund, you have tutored me in many subjects, except for dueling courses.

Come and try it today! "

"Okay, Harry Potter, what you want to challenge is He-wait." Jordan's voice suddenly dropped.

"Harry, you're talking about Hedlund, right? Not McCeery, not Cedric - it's the Hedlund from seventh grade!"

Hedlund had already stood up. He put one hand on his robe, then waved his hand gently, and the robe was immediately untied and floating in the air.

"Lee, he's talking about me!" Hedlund said.

Then he looked at Harry.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You know I want to challenge you?" Harry was a little surprised.

"I don't know." Hedlund shook his head: "I am also a little surprised by this. But even if you don't look for me, I will look for you!

Because based on some understanding of you and some analysis of your special situation some time ago, Harry, I know that you are not going on a date. It is true that no one cares whether Draco stayed up all night, but not caring does not mean that No one knows! "

As he spoke, Hedlund laughed.

"What an impressive result, Harry! This is unprecedented."

"You know?" Harry became more serious.

Hedlund nodded, and then said: "This is just an inference made because I know you, a guess. Don't worry, there is no evidence."

As he spoke, his eyes shifted to Mu En on the classroom seat.

What's more, his family is currently in the honeymoon period with the minister, and he himself naturally knows something about the conflict between the minister and Hogwarts and Moon Jones.

So he knew that even if there was evidence, it would be useless.

Then, he withdrew his gaze, hiding some envy in his eyes:

"I'm here for the real deal. If you want to become an apprentice with Professor Jones, come and give it a try!"