Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

After some commonplace talk, Dumbledore announced the winner of this year's Academy Cup.

Sure enough - Slytherin!

This is the ninth consecutive term.

Professor McGonagall shook her head regretfully, and then shook hands with Snape.

The dinner lasted for a long time. There were so many things worth talking about this year, such as the commotion in the secret room, the duel competition, and the investigation report about Slytherin's inexplicable appearance.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the night, almost the curfew time, that the banquet came to an end.

Afterwards, Harry was called to the fifth floor of the west tower.

Sirius and Lupine stood together, each holding a broomstick.

"This is?"

"We have to go, Harry." Sirius smiled, his hand moving towards his head involuntarily, and then after seeing his neat hair, he put his hand on his shoulder.

"Going home?" Harry asked.

He didn't get along much with the godfather during this period, but he could feel the other person's concern for him.

"Yes. Home." Sirius didn't know how to say it, but he confirmed it vaguely: "It's in London. I must come over during the holidays. I will send you a letter. You and Jones will come."

Harry nodded: "If there is a chance, definitely!"

Then he looked at Lupine: "Sir, are you going to--"

"I'll go to his house." Lu Ping smiled, and after saying that, he was hugged by a big hand involuntarily.

Sirius smiled and said, "My home is his home!"

Lupine spread his hands and then said: "I will be there until school starts."

"School starts?!" Harry said in surprise, and then quickly reacted.

Lupine stretched out a finger and made a whispering gesture: "Hush, there is no need to spread this news yet. Professor Keltburn has not retired yet."

Harry was stunned for a moment. At first he thought it was some casual job like a librarian.

I didn’t expect it to be a professor.

"Okay." Harry nodded, thinking in his mind: It seems that he has to go to Sirius's house. He can first explore the professor's teaching content!

"Anyway, when you get there, write if you have anything to do. You can trust us." Sirius finally hugged Harry and said seriously.

"Definitely." Harry nodded and said his final farewell to the two of them.

Walking alone in the empty castle, Harry was not thinking about everything that happened this year, but began to think about plans for the next semester.

As for the elective courses, the Care of Magical Creatures course was already a certainty. This was an extremely special aspect of the magical world that he had to learn to understand.

There is no way he would give up on the ancient magic text course.

There was also Arithmancy, a subject that Harry really couldn't refuse.

Arithmetic divination and divination are two completely different things. The latter emphasizes talent, spirituality, and communication with the world.

To be honest, although Harry occasionally played with citrine, he always felt that it was unreliable.

To be precise, it is not as reliable as a fist.

At least that’s what Uncle Mu En told him!

Arithmetic divination is different. According to Harry's current understanding, this course is about expressing observations of the real world in the form of numbers and calculating them with logical formulas to achieve divination effects.

In other words, this is more real than looking at tea leaves or playing with a crystal ball.

Although it is impossible to predict what will happen decades from now and can only make a rough calculation of short-term events, these are all deductions based on logic.

He is not so particular about the so-called divination talent, and he is much better at divination results.

Learn this and practice your logical thinking skills!

This was Harry's plan.

You know, if you want to apply for a job as a curse breaker at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, you need to obtain an O.W.Ls certificate in Arithmetic Divination.

As for the divination course, Harry didn't know.

He might not be able to make a judgment until he returns to Hogwarts in two months, knows the schedule between courses, and consults with Uncle Moon and Professor Snape.

If it doesn't work, give it up.

Thinking about it, he had already arrived underground.

After looking left and right, Harry set his sights on the corridor on the left.

Over there is Professor Snape's office.

Harry knew that one of the few people in the castle who knew his mother was there.

but--

Harry turned around and walked towards the lounge.

But he really didn't know how to say it.

That's it for now, go to bed first.

Early the next morning, their luggage was suddenly all packed. Notices were sent to every student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

What follows is the report card.

Hermione first, Harry second.

"Third place!!" Draco's scream echoed throughout the Slytherin table.

Facing the gazes suddenly focused on him, he pinched his throat in embarrassment, coughed twice to clear his throat, and then said: "Sorry, I accidentally sounded too loud. This is not a good result. Don't worry about it. .”

But looking at his flushed face, it was obvious that he was as excited as a volcano.

After breakfast, a group of students left the castle in a mighty manner.

Among the crowd, the high-spirited Draco took the lead and mounted the Thestral.

Facing the doubts and curiosity of the people around him, he introduced the magical animals under him like Napoleon, and said: "Only those who have seen and felt death can see them! They are the agents of death, and they can only be seen by those who have experienced death." I will surrender to someone with superb magic!"

Harry shook his head helplessly. It seemed that Draco said last time that it would take some time to get rid of the habit of bragging.

Or - now!

Yeqi seemed to understand what he said and shook his body unhappily. In the eyes of most young wizards, he was floating in the air, bouncing, and then falling to the ground.

Fortunately, his duel training was not in vain, otherwise he would have ended up like a loser.

Not long after, all the little wizards boarded the train. Harry and the others found an empty box and began to discuss holiday arrangements.

"I wrote to my dad before and said that I would contact a tutor in London to help me with math during the holidays." Hermione said, "Do you remember what you said last time? Mathematics is very important."

"Yes." Harry nodded, feeling a little hot in his heart: "Is it really okay?"

"Of course, there is no charge for having one more person. I used to pester my father to hire a tutor for me." Hermione nodded affirmatively.

"Mathematics?" Draco was a little curious. He was very ambitious now and wanted to trample Harry and Hermione under his feet next year.

Carve his name on that "throne"!

Could this thing in mathematics be the reason why Harry and Hermione surpassed me? Draco thought to himself.

But it's unreasonable.

"Do you still need tutoring for some number games?" Draco was a little confused, and his mouth was crooked: "I have already mastered these addition and subtraction, and you still need tutoring?"

"Hiss" Both Harry and Hermione were silent for a while.

Finally, it was Harry who spoke first. He asked a question that he had been ignoring before.

"Draco, did you go to school before coming to Hogwarts?"

"What school are you going to? Hogwarts preschool?" Draco scratched his head, then smiled: "What are you talking about? There is no such school."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and reluctantly began to learn about the education mechanism in the ordinary world.

Afterwards, Harry also took out two pounds and began to explain to Draco the entire world of ordinary people.

"This old woman is the Queen of England?" Draco looked at Elizabeth's profile picture.

"How about compared to Fudge?" Draco seemed to be more concerned about this.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head: "The queen is not the person in power of the country, she is the symbol of the country?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Harry said.

Then, the door of the compartment was opened, and a tall figure walked in, it was Hedlund, and behind him, Neville with a round face also walked in.

"If there is a comparison, it should be compared with the Prime Minister." Hedlund said: "I'm sorry that although the two are theoretically cooperative, I read some Muggle books some time ago, so I found... It’s not on the same level at all.”

"As I expected." Draco nodded with satisfaction.

"No, I mean, Fudge is a bit high compared to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. To put it simply, Fudge is the head of the British wizarding world, and the Prime Minister is - the entire United Kingdom!"

"."

Hedlund patted Draco's shoulder carelessly.

"I like your complicated expressions very much, so look forward to it and your next trip to the Muggle world!"

As he said that, Hedlund looked at a few people: "This is the purpose of my coming here now. It's not a sudden interruption."

"Of course not." Harry smiled: "I'm introducing Draco to the world of ordinary people, so it just happened."

Hedlund nodded, and then everyone began to discuss.

Finally, at Harry's invitation, Neville also participated, but he was embarrassed and said that he would have to ask his grandma if he allowed him to go.

Time passed quickly, and soon, as night fell, the train arrived at King's Cross Station.

Before walking off the platform, Draco said: "Anyway, see you in July."

"See you in July." Harry nodded: "Work hard, if you want to surpass me."

"Haha." Draco twitched his lips, and then reminded: "Don't send me letters. The person who receives letters at my house is a house elf. He won't like your name appearing in the letters I receive at home."

"I'm crazy to send you a letter." Harry shrugged and walked down the station with Hermione.

Watching the two friends disappear, Draco stood alone in the aisle, his face darkening.

The report card in my hand is as heavy as a stone.

The conversation in the manor library this time last year came to mind again...

Didn't live up to his father's expectations.

"Let's go, Draco." Crabgoyle didn't know when he came behind him, still holding his luggage in his hand.

"Let's go." Draco tried his best to smile, took the luggage, and walked out with his two friends.

"Draco!" Narcissa walked up quickly.

"Let me see, in the past few months, I have grown taller again. It seems that the food at Hogwarts is not that bad." She kept patting Draco on the shoulder.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with your school life this year?

Fortunately, nothing dangerous and strange happened in that school after you returned for Christmas, otherwise your father would have really rushed to Dumbledore's office. "

"Dad...he..."

Narcissa smiled with a happy and cunning expression that she would only show when facing her son: "Shh... He has been thinking about these things, but he just doesn't say it. Okay, he is here, let's quietly... "

Just as he was talking, Lucius, who had long blond hair neatly draped behind his head, came over. He was pale and looked straight ahead, with only his pupils looking downward.

"You look good." Lucius said calmly.

"I'm... I'm still exercising." Draco said with some embarrassment, not knowing what expression to show or what tone to use.

Lucius glanced left and right at the two children from the Crabgower family who came with him.

They have all grown from fat boys to strong boys, and they do seem to be exercising.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"How's your studies going?"

Draco couldn't help but hold the transcript in his hand, and then handed it over.

"Third place," Draco said, not even daring to look up at his father's face.

He knew that the first two names were too eye-catching for his father.

"I heard that the school held a duel competition."

"Also... also third." Draco said: "Potter is first, Granger is second..."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

Don't scold me here...don't scold me here...Draco made a final beg in his heart.

Then, a hand fell on his head.

"Good job." Lucius's voice appeared.

Then, before Draco's eyes, his father's face appeared.

The big hand held his face upright, and eyes that were always cold looked at him up and down.

Then he squeezed his arm and patted his chest and back, as if checking his body.

"father…"

"You're not too tired." Lucius finally spoke again.

Without waiting for Draco to answer, he asked again: "Were you injured anywhere in the duel competition?"

"No...no." Draco bit his lip and answered hesitantly in a low voice.

"I will go find the therapist at St. Mungo's tomorrow. I can't trust the one at your school." Lucius said calmly.

Finally he stood up, held Draco's back, and walked towards the exit.

"I've made a lot of progress, which is really good. But don't force yourself to do it... Those words last year were because I had some problems." Lucius said.

As if hearing the most impossible words in the world, Draco raised his head suddenly, and then his eyes gradually became moist.

Suddenly, he was afraid of being seen in such a weak posture, and he lowered his head suddenly again.

"Very good, well done." Lucius patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Draco just lowered his head and nodded.

"There is a broom company that wants to launch the latest model of a broomstick, called the Firebroom. It has been approved by the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic.

It is said that all the major teams for next year's Quidditch World Cup have ordered this broom. I don't understand, but I think it is an out-and-out good broom. "

Lucius changed the subject.

"I have already reserved the first batch for you for the domestic market. You will be able to get it in about August."

With that said, the family walked out of the exit of platform nine and three-quarters.