Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Draco looked at the applause behind Harry with envy in his eyes.

Especially those in the lower grades, they even stood up like this. Some even waved their fists and shouted, shouting the names of Slytherin and Harry.

"Terrible." Draco kept tutting. This was one of his childhood visions of his school days.

But at that time, what he was thinking about was relying on his father's status as a school director and the small circle accumulated and run by Crabgower and others, and gradually became Slytherin's prefect, student union president, Quidditch captain, etc. Role.

Now he understands that in terms of means, running a business circle does help him somewhat.

In terms of goals, these identities may also have a certain weight.

But they are not the core.

The real core method is-power!

A truly weighty identity is never a prefix that can confer rights.

But step by step, my own name!

Thinking about it, Draco looked at Gemma Farley.

"Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity?"

It’s hard, the fist is hard!

No one could withstand being provoked like this, especially Draco's tone and posture. I don't know who he learned it from. In short, it was very bad.

After Harry and Hedlund came down, she immediately strode forward and directly extended an invitation to Draco before Jordan could speak.

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar.

"A sixth grader versus a second grader? Are you kidding me?"

"No, you don't have to fight if you don't want to. There's no need to do such disgusting things."

"Isn't this a bit too bullying?"

Then, some students turned their attention to Draco.

Draco wasn't that eye-catching at school. Apart from being a bit annoying in the early part of his first year, he wasn't a particularly unpleasant guy.

Although sometimes the expression on my face is very flat.

So in general, many people now hope that Draco can refuse this challenge.

After all, this is unfair and not interesting.

But soon, they became noisy.

"If senior sister wants to give me some advice, okay!" Draco smiled nonchalantly.

His tone was gentle and his expression sincere.

Like an innocent little boy with no thoughts.

Gemma was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "I must teach you a lesson!"

"Afraid." Draco shrank his neck: "I hope senior sister will be merciful."

Suddenly, the sixth grade girl's face turned red and she almost didn't curse outright.

Draco just took a deep, contented breath and shook off these distracting thoughts.

There is no room for mistakes in the duel that follows.

Soon, a magic spell fell in the center of the field, and the terrain began to change.

Venue - Western Alley.

There was some gravel in the wind, and round tumbleweeds passed between the two of them.

On both sides, there are low wooden houses, and the feet are tamped mud.

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the countdown in the sky.

It wasn't until the last three seconds that he lowered his head and shifted his gaze to Gemma opposite.

The wand slipped naturally from his sleeve, and his index finger gently tapped the wand's body.

Ta-ta-ta

"Collapsed——"

"Everything explodes——"

The two wands collided with each other accurately, emitting dazzling sparks, and ripples visible to the naked eye echoed in the air.

Damn, I should have just used a charm.

If you change the magic spell like this, it would be a bit of a loss.

However, this thought only flashed for a moment before he suppressed it again.

He didn't intend to kill him with one blow.

The next moment, something unexpected happened on the ground where the two men were standing.

Several chains suddenly appeared from the ground beneath Gemma's feet. The yellow mud under Draco's feet turned into a thick swamp.

But in the blink of an eye, his entire feet were immersed in it.

After Draco saw Gemma Farley's methods, he had already taken precautions against this. His robe separated into strips of black cloth, which were directly wrapped around the shed pillars of the houses in the street next to him, before he fell into the sun. Deep, he pulled himself out directly.

At the same time, the other hand aimed at her and grabbed her horizontally. Several pieces of cloth suddenly appeared around Draco. The tips were twisted and stabbed towards the opponent like a spear.

"A bit, you're looking down on people!" Gemma's face turned red and she twisted her fingers. Even with her arms and even her whole body tied up, she twisted the wand with two fingers and pointed the tip of the wand at herself. The chains on the body.

"Everything explodes——"

The chains of the transformation technique exploded immediately, and then the fingers continued to flip.

"Armor protection——"

Gemma's whole body immediately flew backwards, and Draco's attack achieved nothing except some impact.

"Veravito—" Draco did not miss this opportunity, and the front ends of the cloth around him turned into long snakes, sweeping towards the opponent.

"The flames are raging -" Gemma stood up and pointed the wand directly at the attacking cloth.

Whether it's cloth or a transformed snake.

They were all suppressed by the flames, and even those flames, with the blessing of magic power, quickly swept towards Draco himself.

"You're getting angry, you idiot!" Gemma stood up awkwardly, then raised her head and shook her long hair.

However, what surprised her was that Draco did not aim his wand at the flames or counterattack or defend himself.

Instead, it was aimed at her!

"The poisonous snake is coming——"

"What?"

She seemed to feel that she had heard wrongly.

Then, something seemed to hit her on the back of her head. Before she could react, she felt a feeling of something cold and crawling coming into contact with her skin and a sharp stinging pain.

Instinctively, she reached back and grabbed it, only to see what she was holding in her hand was a viper with scales and small spines!

She didn't know what kind of snake it was, but she was certain that it was extremely venomous.

After throwing the long snake away in a panic as if seeing a natural enemy, she quickly touched the back of her neck.

Some blood appeared on the fingertips.

If it was just a regular trauma, maybe the amount of bleeding wouldn't be worth mentioning, but if——

The next moment, a stronger sting appeared, the chest seemed to be blocked, and the breathing gradually made a whooshing sound.

The things in front of me began to shake gradually, and double images appeared.

Then she raised her wand and waved it towards Draco.

"Everything explodes——"

Draco turned slightly sideways, and the lightning-like spell passed by him, making an explosion behind him and blowing open the wall of a room.

It wasn't until the explosion ended that Draco ended the water spell used to extinguish the fire, and then turned to look at Gemma.

The toxicity didn't take effect at all, and her heart was already in chaos.

Must take advantage of now!

As she thought, Draco's spell flew towards her quickly.

Pressing harder and harder!

Gemma staggered back, her wand waving gradually becoming chaotic.

Finally, Draco took the chance and

"Expelliarmus—"

Gemma tried her best to hold the wand in her hand, but the wand seemed to be pulled away by an irresistible force and flew high in the air.

The burned cloth behind Draco quickly extended, like an extension of his arm, and he grabbed the wand in mid-air.

"Is this the only level?" Draco looked at her calmly, smiling calmly: "Surrender."

"Get out!" she roared.

Draco smiled, this answer was actually his purpose.

Then he opened his hand, aimed at the person in front of him, and held it empty. The cloth behind him was extended again, directly tying up the person, and violently dragged him in front of him.

"One year!" Draco said slowly: "Exactly one year."

"What?"

"It's nothing." Draco looked at her: "I just spent a year to prove one thing."

"What are you going to say! If you want to laugh at me, start now." Gemma scolded Draco angrily.

"No, no, no, I just proved that you are indeed not qualified to point fingers at me."

The next moment, a fist hit her cheek.

"Remember, you are not qualified to dictate my affairs yet! If you want to tell my father what is happening now, you are welcome - but the premise is that you can bear my anger!"

The next moment, her whole body was thrown away.

Jordan looked at Gemma who could not get up again, and then turned his attention to Mu En.

After seeing Mu En nod, he quickly picked up the microphone and announced loudly.

"Draco Malfoy, win!!"

Looking at those incredibly cheering figures, Draco could not conceal his joy.

Unlike Harry, he opened his hands, closed his eyes tightly, and then took a deep breath of victorious air.

Pleasure, indescribable pleasure.

Then, he walked down the stairs without looking back, not wasting even a single glance on Gemma.

After walking off the stage, Harry looked at him and nodded: "How do you feel?"

"Very good, great." Draco nodded.

"If there is anything that is a pity, it is that I did not expect to be the first to break through her psychological defense. In my imagination, the toxicity would slowly erode her, and I had to defend against her final counterattack.

In this process, I had to give up everything to ensure that I would survive this most dangerous time.

Until she is severely affected by the toxicity, I will step on her body and make my declaration! "

"Announcement?" Harry looked at Draco with interest.

"No, I just warned her in the end." Draco smiled and shook his head: "After her psychological defense collapsed, I suddenly felt very boring."

"I don't know how to describe this feeling. In this year, I have devoted everything I have to treating her as a terrifying enemy. This is indeed the case, her spellcasting ability is very strong.

But psychologically, I even felt that all the attention I paid to her had become a joke, so I was somewhat uninterested in the follow-up. "

"Don't think so. Without objective strength training, you won't be able to make her psychologically vulnerable." Harry said.

"I know, that's the truth." Draco nodded: "Forget it, although it's not a perfect script. But I won, and that's enough!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at the two boys, wondering why they spoke in such a tone.

"You guys can chat, I'm going on stage." She smiled, waved and walked up.

"She wants to fight again?" Draco looked at Hermione's back in surprise.

"Yes." Harry nodded: "She was the challenger before, but now, she is the challenger!"

Draco nodded understandingly, and then began to think in his mind.

or

Harry looked towards the arena.

Hermione's battle with Cedric was not easy.

Cedric's spellcasting ability far exceeds that of his peers, and his toughness is more like that of someone who has been professionally trained in dueling.

The two of them continued to exchange magic spells, and the entire arena was dazzled.

It wasn't until nearly ten minutes later, when Cedric took the lead and knocked Hermione down early, that the game came to an end.

After thinking about the next game for a long time, Draco still couldn't hold back and challenged Harry!

"It seems like you really didn't have enough fun in the previous duel." Harry smiled helplessly.

"Stop talking nonsense, you haven't practiced any spells related to dueling in the past six months, so you may not be sure to win!" Draco chuckled.

Madam Pomfrey received the most injured player so far.

Soon, it was evening.

The entire castle was filled with joy, and everyone was discussing today's game, vacations, and academy points.

Soon, it was time for the banquet.

The auditorium was decorated with green and silver colors representing Slytherin, and a huge banner with a Slytherin snake hanging on the wall behind the guest of honor. They have won the Academy Cup for eight consecutive years.

This year, judging from the house hourglasses outside the auditorium, there is not much difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Gryffindor gained an extremely impressive number of Quidditch points. And Slytherin, under the leadership of the score-boosting machine Snape, still did not lag behind.

And this year, because of some of Harry's actions, he has been very proactive in gaining academy points.

Just looking at it with the naked eye, it is completely impossible to tell which of the two academies will win the first place.

As soon as Harry and the three walked into the auditorium, they bumped into Fred George. The war between the two brothers was ultimately won by Fred. It seems that the order of their addresses cannot be changed this year.

"Professor Jones will continue to teach us, right?" Fred asked straight to the point.

Harry scratched his head. He had not paid attention to this matter recently, so he could only say: "At present...it seems that there is no problem in terms of objective conditions. But I can't say for sure."

"Okay, got it!" Fred nodded.

Then the two brothers returned to the Gryffindor table, and the group immediately gathered around them.

"How's it going? What did Harry say?!" Seamus looked at Fred, and the others were also looking forward to his answer.

Fred cleared his throat and then said: "So far, there is no problem!"

"pretty!"

“Finally I don’t have to change professors, it’s great!”

"Can I continue playing next year? Well, watch me secretly practice dueling during the holidays and then surprise everyone!"

Harry twitched his lips as he listened to the discussion at the Gryffindor table.

Then he said goodbye to Hermione and went to the Slytherin table with Draco.

The sound of the entire table suddenly shrank, and eyes kept falling on the two of them, and more on Harry.

Slowly, the voices became quieter and quieter, and some people even scratched their cheeks in embarrassment after suddenly becoming speechless.

this…

Harry was stunned on the spot, not understanding what happened.

Then he thought of what Hedlund had said to himself before, and his green eyes looked around the entire long table quietly.

After a while, he slowly sat down, and the people on both sides moved their buttocks involuntarily to give him a wider space.

Snapped--

As if a switch had been pressed, it wasn't until he sat down that the sounds of various noisy conversations slowly started to rise again.

"Mr. Potter!" A childish voice suddenly appeared.

Suddenly, the long table became quiet again! All eyes were focused on a first-year little wizard.

The boy was a little overwhelmed by the sudden scene. He scratched his head and looked at Harry.

"Mr. Potter, what I want to ask is...how can I be as powerful as you..."

"Am I... powerful?" Harry was stunned for a while, looking at the guy in front of him.

"When it comes to being awesome, I'm still far away!" Harry smiled: "But if you mean how to become better, then... never be satisfied with the status quo, just do your best!"