Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

After setting up the tent that Lupine lent them, picking up firewood and boiling water, and having a hasty breakfast, the group of little wizards left together.

When they walked out of their camp, all the colors suddenly changed. It was already bright and the morning fog had dissipated a lot. They could see that all the tents were hung with a thick layer of clover, like a A strange green hill.

"Ron, Neville - you are all here!" a voice sounded, and turning their heads, they saw Seamus waving to them. He was standing at the entrance of the tent, and with his figure, the tent Another head emerged from inside, it was Dean Thomas, and apparently they also made an appointment to watch the game together.

"Harry, I didn't expect you to come too. I thought you weren't interested in this."

"Where does that come from?" Harry smiled and said hello to Seamus' parents again.

"The decoration is nice, right? The Ministry of Magic didn't want us to do this at first. They said it was too eye-catching. But later we found that almost everyone was doing it, so we thought we couldn't control it anymore," Seamus said: "You want it on your tent? You must be supporting the Irish, right?"

"Of course." Ron nodded.

After bidding farewell to Seamus, they saw many familiar faces, such as Wood. They didn't say a few words before Wood began to release his resentment. Because of Harry, he failed to get the third grade until Wood graduated. Two Quidditch Cups - the first one was won in the year that Harry retired from the game. It was unjust and unjust, and he had been working hard to get the second one.

They also met Cho Chang, and next to him, Cedric was talking to her and walking together.

As well as everyone on the Slytherin team, McCeery came over, chatted with Harry for a few words and then left.

Soon, he found Luna and extended an invitation. Luna happily accepted Harry's invitation.

On the way back, Harry even saw a group of teenage boys he had never seen before. They were wearing uniform black fur cloaks, their faces were rough, and they all looked like they had been weathered.

"Which school are they from?" Neville asked curiously.

"Probably Durmstrang," Harry said.

Suddenly, a person turned his head and glanced this way, and then a group of people walked over.

Ron suddenly became alert.

Harry pushed up his glasses and was a little surprised to see who it was.

"Oh, old acquaintance."

"Potter, long time no see." The man came over and stretched out his hand first.

At this time, others also saw clearly who was coming.

"Marcus Flint, long time no see." Harry shook hands with him.

"Surprising." Marcus breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you would ignore me, but anyway - it's nice to see you here."

"You look very different," Harry said.

"It's all in the past." Marcus waved his hand: "But this time, we still have to stand on the opposite side."

As he said that, under the vigilant eyes of others, he laughed: "Because we are here to cheer for Viktor Krum, and you guys must be cheering for the Irish team, right."

Ron was a little surprised: "Victor Krum?"

"Well, we are all classmates." Marcus nodded.

"Classmate?" Ron's voice became even weirder.

"Yes, he is still studying. I didn't expect it." Marcus smiled and shook his head.

"Only when I met him did I realize that there are geniuses everywhere in the world. I saw with my own eyes how he entered the national team while studying - while I was still angry about the petty quarrels in school, others had already Became a hot star."

A student from Durmstrang next to him whispered a few words to Marcus. Marcus nodded and said goodbye to several people.

"Anyway, we'll see you again in a while, Potter, and you." Marcus nodded to a few people, then turned around and left with them.

"He seems to be doing well." Ron said, "Just now, I thought he was coming to trouble you."

"Maybe." Harry nodded.

Hermione was a little confused: "What did he mean when he said goodbye for a while?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head. He knew about the Triwizard Tournament - after all, Moon never cared about these so-called 'secrets' that needed to be kept. It was strange that Harry didn't know.

However, Harry fulfilled his duty of confidentiality honestly, and in his opinion, this was not a big deal.

When they returned to the camp, Harry also met a familiar person, Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports Management. On the day Fudge died, he met this person and Mr. Scrimgeour. , Miss Skeeter came to Moonlight Castle together.

"Potter, do you want to play?" he said.

"No need." Harry shook his head.

"What a shame." He shook his head and left.

"Have you gambled too?" Hermione looked at Fred George, obviously she felt that gambling was not a good habit.

"We don't gamble, Hermione, you know, we open the market and we know how unreliable gambling can be," said Fred.

"Then what were you talking about just now?" Hermione asked.

"We are not just gambling." George raised his mouth: "We bet on Ireland to win, but Viktor Krum to catch the Snitch. Do you know how exaggerated the odds are? If we win, you can never imagine how considerable our capital chain will be - this is called investment, miss."

"What if we lose?"

"At worst, we can start all over again. You don't think our basic funds are obtained by begging." George waved his hand indifferently.

Near noon, vendors came to the camp one by one. Compared with the previous expo, this place is obviously more grand. After all, Quidditch is a national entertainment, and everyone's eyes are closely on it.

In the afternoon, the game began.

Not long after arriving at the top box, the group saw a familiar figure.

The Malfoy family came. Draco limped in and hopped in. It was an injury he suffered when practicing magic two days ago.

Ever since the last time Draco and Lucius talked at the table, the relationship between the two fathers and sons has been a little awkward. To be precise, Draco is embarrassed - Lucius's memory has been erased.

The moment he saw Harry, Lucius began to look for a figure, but fortunately, he did not find that person. To be honest, although Lucius did not know that he had lost two memories, he was very clear that something around him was starting to go wrong, and he vaguely felt that this matter had a lot to do with Moon.

Then, Lucius and Weasley had another verbal battle, and then turned around and started chatting with other Ministry of Magic officials in the private room with Narcissa.

On Draco's side, he glanced at Harry and did not greet anyone, as if he did not know him. He just sat quietly behind Harry. To be honest, he wanted to put his feet in front.

"Go get me a cup of coffee and some cakes." Draco said.

"Okay, sir." A shrill voice appeared, and Harry looked back and saw a house elf in rags walking out.

Turning his head, he focused his attention on the field again. This was the first time he saw so many wizards. A stadium with 100,000 people was simply exaggerated.

Suddenly——

"You actually have a house elf?" Hermione's voice suddenly sounded.

Lucius also glanced over here.

Draco didn't even raise his head, and said with disdain: "If your family also has a huge manor, you will have it too."

"Oh, then you who owns the entire manor, have you paid him even a penny of wages?"

"Him? Wages?" Draco raised the corner of his mouth, took the coffee on the tray brought by Dobby, and waved him away.

"It is the most precious grace in the world to let it serve me."

Hermione's lips were pursed into a line, and her eyelids kept jumping.

During the duel competition, she had never experienced Draco's ability to talk, but she could only say that what was coming would come sooner or later.

Now, she knew how annoying Draco's mouth was.

Lucius came over, looking at Hermione constantly, with undisguised contempt and arrogance, while Draco standing next to him pulled his neck at the right time and changed his face to a normal one.

"Okay, Draco, you can't expect them to understand this." Lucius said with a sneering tone.

Draco's face regained that arrogance, and he nodded in agreement.

The game started soon, and the Bulgarian team's mascot took the lead and directly blew up the entire venue.

Yes, blew up

Veela - and a group of them!

Almost everyone raised their telescopes and looked carefully at the Veela below. Each of them was top-notch beauty, exuding charm unscrupulously.

Hermione looked at the boys around her with some regret, and then noticed Harry who was sitting quietly in his seat next to her.

Even Harry didn't raise his telescope at all.

"You look much more sober." Hermione said with some surprise.

"It's okay." Harry wiped his hand on his glasses, and the magnifying rune on the lens disappeared.

"?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, and then asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with your glasses?"

"Nothing." Harry spread his hands: "Nothing."

"Really?" Hermione was a little unconvinced.

Harry smiled sincerely.

Yes, he was not affected by the Veela, and he had never stopped practicing Occlumency. But who would refuse to pay more attention to a beautiful creature?

Ireland's mascot is a group of Irish leprechauns, who fly in the sky and then form a huge clover.

This is a bit dwarfed by the Veela.

The players of each team entered the field, but in the blink of an eye - in the "blink of an eye" when Draco was still immersed in the Veela, the game started directly.

Compared with those super-long games that took several days in the records, this World Cup final is obviously much more straightforward.

The Irish team showed unmatched suppression power. In terms of scoring, they suppressed the Bulgarian team to death.

Krum flew really well. Harry felt that if he didn't cooperate with the meteor, he might not be able to fly over him. This man's eyes are extremely sharp, like an eagle.

Unfortunately, he is just a seeker and cannot create points for the team.

This also made him extremely anxious. He flew around the stadium. As long as he could catch the Snitch before the score difference widened, there would still be a chance.

Unfortunately, his teammates were too weak. After only three or two hours, the score of the two teams became 10 to 170.

Not long after, he caught the Snitch.

160 to 170.

Ireland won.

"What is he doing?" Draco yelled behind Harry.

"Shouldn't we pretend not to see it and not let the opponent catch the Snitch, so that we can have a chance to reduce the score to within 150 points?" Ron also muttered.

"The Bulgarian team only got 10 points. Krum has no choice. Now catching the Snitch, making the score relatively balanced, and raising his own value by the way, this is the best result." Harry explained.

It was at this time that there was a bang, like a volcanic eruption - the whole stadium exploded with cheers.