Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Seamus, please do a good job. If you accidentally explode something somewhere else, you must insist that you used an explosion spell and not a simple transformation spell."

Professor McGonagall's angry voice echoed through the classroom, and all the students below shrank like chickens in fear.

No wonder Professor McGonagall was so angry.

Because just today in the evening, the other two schools in the Triwizard Tournament are coming.

At this time, the time has come to October 30th.

Walking out of the Transfiguration classroom,

They walked in the newly renovated castle.

The castle has been thoroughly cleaned. Several dirty portraits were scrubbed clean, and the scrubbed characters were unhappy about it. They sat huddled in the picture frame, muttering unhappily, and grimacing in pain every time they touched the newly exposed pink flesh on their faces.

The armor also became shiny, and it no longer creaked when moving.

As I was walking, suddenly a hysterical voice appeared.

"Shoes! Your damn shoes!"

The crowd around them fell silent. Harry and Draco continued walking forward and saw Filch furious at two first-year girls. The two little girls squatted on the ground in fear and wiped themselves vigorously. upper.

"Do we want all the guests to know that people at Hogwarts can't even clean their shoes?!"

Draco frowned and couldn't help but scolded: "It's so noisy."

Filch turned around and saw Draco picking his ears impatiently.

"It's obviously much worse to let people from those two schools see that our Hogwarts warden is such a hysterical mania." He said calmly,

Then, he and Harry walked down together without looking back.

"How dare you!!" Filch stretched out his hand.

Draco just smiled handsomely at the two little girls who raised their heads.

After a while, he heard the two little girls whispering behind him.

"Thank you very much to that gentleman, but is the man next to him Mr. Potter?"

"I don't know what I would do without that gentleman. But that is indeed Mr. Potter. Do you think he will be the warrior of our school?"

Draco's face was unusually pale.

He blushed.

Filch's outburst was obviously excessive, but it did express the current atmosphere of Hogwarts, just like Professor McGonagall just now.

In fact, everyone hopes to be more formal so that the guests can see what a good school Hogwarts is.

The auditorium was decorated overnight. Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a house of Hogwarts: Gryffindor on a red background with a golden lion, Ravenclaw on a blue background with a bronze eagle, and Ravenclaw on a yellow background. The one with a black badger is Hufflepuff, and the green one with a silver boa constrictor is Slytherin.

Behind the guest of honor seat, there is also a huge school emblem.

"It doesn't feel as fun as the Halloween decorations." Fred George walked past them.

"Me too," Harry responded.

"Today is a formal occasion." Hermione said seriously, then turned to look at Harry, her tone became more serious: "I think this is a good time to promote SPEW."

She looked at Draco and Harry expectantly: "You two might as well put on your badges when you greet them.

As long as we can convince one or two people to bring our idea of ​​house-elf liberation to those schools, and let this idea take root in other lands, it will be a beautiful thing. "

Harry and Draco dealt with it very seriously.

'I'll wear it, lining it. ’ Harry muttered apologetically in his mind.

After the last class in the afternoon, almost everyone started shouting excitedly. They hurried back to the lounge to put down their backpacks, then put on clean robes and hurried back to the auditorium.

"Everyone, be quiet! Get in line. First-year students come to the front." Professor McGonagall's voice was extremely serious, and she was very efficient in organizing the team: "Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing off your head. Come down."

Snape was no slouch here either, as long as he glanced at him, everyone would be honest.

"Arrange by grade." He waved his hand and handed the matter over to the prefect.

Then, he came to the middle of the line.

"Potter, come here." He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Harry: "Stand to the front and comb your damn long hair away."

"Huh?" Harry opened his mouth and his eyes fell on Snape's hairstyle. Damn long hair.

"Your hair also covers your ears, so you can't understand what people are saying?"

"Okay, okay." Harry spread his hands helplessly, then combed his hair up again, revealing the scar.

On the side, Professor Sprout obviously noticed Snape's behavior. She glanced left and right, and then quickly said: "Cedric, are you willing to stand in front?"

On the other side, Professor McGonagall glanced left and right.

To be honest, just relying on good grades is not enough unless all the good grades are at the front.

At the very least, you must be recognized by the people in your college so that no one can find fault with you.

Professor McGonagall walked up to Neville and asked quietly: "Longbottom, where is your badge?"

"Professor, it's at my house." Neville said embarrassedly: "Grandma framed it."

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, turned around and walked to the Gryffindor prefect, then came back again, stretched out her hand and said: "Well, it's okay, we all know you have a medal."

Neville stretched out his hand and took a medal from Professor McGonagall, and then under his attention, the prefect badge turned into a second-class medal of the Order of Merlin.

"Put it on and stand in front." Professor McGonagall said, patting his back again: "Be alert."

Professor Flitwick's side, his eyes were on Luna.

After lining up, the little wizards walked down the steps one after another and stood in line in front of the castle.

It was a cold, fresh evening, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon had hung over the Forbidden Forest.

The teachers stood behind the little wizards, at the stairs of the castle entrance.

Moon Shanshan arrived late, twisted her neck, and made a crackling sound.

"You didn't just wake up, did you?" Dumbledore glanced at him: "If I remember correctly, you don't seem to have classes this afternoon."

"Take a nap in the afternoon? How could I do that?" Mu En twitched his lips: "Just a short nap."

"I thought you wouldn't come down." Dumbledore said.

"Madame Maxime is a very polite and elegant lady. I won't be arrogant." Mu En showed a sincere smile: "And the temperature is quite good tonight, isn't it?"

"You were arrogant back then." Dumbledore said.

"You didn't have much manners back then." Mu En laughed: "By the way, I'm afraid you don't know, there was no gunpowder smell when Grindelwald and I met for the first time."

Dumbledore stopped talking, he raised his blue eyes, and quickly changed the subject: "Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the representatives of Beauxbatons are here!"

"Where is it?" Many students heard his words and asked eagerly, looking in different directions.

"Over there." Harry in the front row raised his hand and pointed them in the direction.

It was a huge creature, much larger than a hundred flying broomsticks, flying rapidly across the deep blue sky towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

"It's a dragon!" a first-year student screamed, and they were so excited that they saw a huge powder blue carriage flying towards them. It was as big as a house, and there was a coat of arms printed on the door, which was two golden crossed wands, with three stars on each.

And this huge carriage was pulled into the sky by twelve winged horses, all of them were silver-maned horses, and each horse was about the size of an elephant.

"It's really pink." Moon said.

"Beauxbatons fits the kind of secret place where fairies live in the story." Dumbledore said: "Fountains, fairies, flowers, etc."

As he spoke, the carriage had landed with a loud bang.

Madame Maxime walked down, wrapped in a luxurious satin robe as she had when they first met.

Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students followed suit. Many young wizards stood on tiptoe to get a better look at the woman.

Her face relaxed, she smiled elegantly, and she held out a glittering hand and walked toward Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore was also tall, he barely bent over to kiss the hand.

"Dear Madame Maxime," he said, "welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," Madame Maxime said in a low voice, "I hope everything is well with you."

"Very well, thank you," Dumbledore said.

"Jones, long time no see."

"Call me Muen." Muen shook her hand gently.

"Thank you, by the way, these are my students," Madame Maxime said, waving her hand carelessly behind her.

Harry had just been staring at Madame Maxime, and only then did he notice that about 20 or 30 male and female students had gotten off the carriage. They had just followed the path that Maxime had opened and had come close, but were blocked by her huge body.

Judging from their appearance, they were all about 18 or 19 years old, at least as old as two children.

However, one of them, Muen knew, was Gabrielle Delacour.

These children were all shivering, which was not surprising, because their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and no one wore a cloak. Several students wrapped their heads with scarves or headscarves. The only eyes that were exposed were either looking up at Hogwarts or looking at Muen.

A gentleman with such a posture would always attract attention.

Muen raised his hand and waved it forward, and a warm breeze appeared and blew out, dispelling the chill from these boys.

"Moon, you are so considerate." Maxim said, "Is Karkarov here?"

After a conversation, Madam Maxim led her students to the place. They had come from afar, so it was best to take a rest first.

"Come on." Madam Maxim raised her hand to her students with dignity, and the crowd made way for her and her students to walk up the stone steps.

"Professor." A passing student waved to Muon.

"Long time no see." Muon smiled and nodded, then his ears flickered and he turned to look in the direction of the Black Lake.

When the students of Beauxbatons entered the castle, Dumbledore looked at Muen: "What's wrong?"

"I'm here." Muen said: "I heard the news that [Water] gave me."

"That's indeed your expertise." Dumbledore nodded.

The other little wizards around also heard Muen's words, and soon all the little wizards focused their attention on the Black Lake.

But after a moment, there was silence.

The wind blew across the lake, and the ripples sparkled, reflecting the warm firelight of Hogwarts.

"Is the professor wrong?"

Just when these little wizards had this idea, a very strange and suppressed sound appeared. It gurgled and gradually became louder and louder, becoming a rumbling sound.

The lake was no longer calm. First, the waves caused by the undercurrent rose for no reason, and then there was a huge whirlpool-bang, a mast appeared from the lake.

"Ship! Sailboat!!"

Slowly, a magnificent three-masted sailboat rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It looked strange, like a skeleton, as if it was the remains of a sunken ship that had just been salvaged. The portholes flickered with dim, misty light, looking like the eyes of a ghost.

Moon's mind began to wander. This ship was obviously not from a regular fleet, perhaps it was also from pirates.

He focused his eyes on the hull and began to wonder if this ship was worth plundering and collecting.

The people on the ship were going ashore. These young men from Durmstrang were all wearing black and brown fur, which looked like bear skin, which made them look more robust, even the girls were no exception.

"Dumbledore! Jones!" Karkaroff shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp. He was wearing white fur: "My dear old friends, how are you?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore nodded.

Muen shook hands with him. Karkaroff's smile was really fake, and the indifference in his eyes was never hidden.

"Haha." Karkaroff smiled and raised his head: "Dear old friend Hogwarts."

His teeth were very yellow, and Harry observed this man from the side. Although he smiled on his face, there was no smile in his eyes, which were still cold and sharp, "It's great to be here, it's great... Viktor, come here and warm up... You don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a little cold...

And Marcus, why don't you take the initiative to say hello to the headmaster when you come back?!"