Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

After the game and dinner, Harry returned to the Slytherin common room.

A less grand but extremely exquisite banquet has begun.

A silver and green tablecloth was spread on the Slytherin desk.

Exquisite meals are placed on the tablecloth, waiting for people to enjoy.

There's no big fish or meat, so that's enough for dinner.

Slytherins also don't have the habit of overeating, that's not elegant.

The meals on the table are exquisite, mostly desserts, cakes, puddings and other foods.

Even though Harry had already had a full meal at dinner, looking at these things, he couldn't help but move his index fingers and pick up two pieces of pudding.

Draco was bragging to Astoria about his heroic appearance in the arena.

In his mouth, he relied on his keen insight to discover the appearance of the first card, obtained the wand, and turned the tide of the first encounter.

Facing the enemy, he strikes decisively and without mercy.

But facing his classmates at Hogwarts, he turned into a "mature man" who was tolerant and gentle.

Finally, he sat on the single sofa, facing the girls including Astoria, gently twirling the wine glass with his right hand, and gently spreading it with his left hand.

"That's why I came to the Slytherin lounge. I knew it would be dangerous, but I also knew that I could definitely get a chance to qualify here in Slytherin.

And the result, I think you all know, I have mastered——[Power]! "

As he spoke, he flipped his hand, just like Harry had done countless times, and magically revealed a card.

The cards of strength are extremely interesting.

Although it has a heavy name like "Strength".

But the card shows a gentle woman gently caressing a lion's head.

This essence is to express that "gentleness can also tame a lion, strength is not just muscles, not just power, it can also be a strong heart!"

But Draco didn't know anything about Tarot cards, not even now.

He just liked the metaphor of conquering Gryffindor.

Someone saw Harry return to the lounge, stood up, and raised a glass to him.

"Welcome, Potter, the [Emperor] who defeated the Fire Dragon Knight!"

Draco felt the eyes on him gradually disappear, but unusually he did not feel as competitive as before.

Just smiled.

He gradually got used to it.

This guy. Really.

Thinking about it, he shook his head helplessly.

Then, Astoria was noticed.

She returned her gaze to Harry and turned to look at Draco: "Then what? Draco?"

"Then?" Draco smiled and shook his head, his eyes lowered: "Then, I qualified, it was that simple. In fact, it was not as grand as I said, it was just an ordinary competition."

"Huh?" Astoria sighed a little disappointedly: "But I think it's awesome."

"Do you really think so?" Draco laughed out loud in disbelief. He didn't know why he wanted to laugh. Well, although in his own narration, he was just like the protagonist in the story, but He knew very well that he didn't have that many shots on his body.

He came to realize that "All eyes are on us" that Ron had written on the steps.

How ridiculous.

He knew he wasn't good enough.

Unexpectedly, Astoria nodded seriously in front of Draco.

"Of course, I think Draco, you are trying to make your story more ups and downs.

But that’s not necessary. Just the scenes I saw on the screen were impressive enough. "

"What did I say?" Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, those words you said in front of the principal's office." Astoria said with a smile: "You did something that many people dare not do."

Draco took a sip of tequila in silence, remembering the words he said to Beauxbatons in front of the principal's office on the third floor.

That was his determination and his declaration to himself before the war.

He didn't expect that the battle would be broadcast by the professor.

I don’t know what the consequences will be if these and those words reach my father’s ears.

In fact, from the moment he helped Ron during the Path of Misery in the Tower, he knew that there were some things that were no longer hidden.

The entanglements between his parents and his own thoughts, with Harry Potter, with Hermione, the Muggle-born wizard friend, with Voldemort, and the conflicts that may be completely unavoidable in the future, gradually begin to surface.

They were like wild beasts, even if he didn't want to think about these annoying things anymore.

But he couldn't escape because he had been avoiding it for too long.

Making a declaration is easy, all it takes is a quick thought.

But when it came to actually solving the problem, he found that he was somewhat incompetent.

Because as long as there is a certain moment, he will inevitably see this problem lying in front of him.

seems to be saying.

"Only by solving this problem of ours can you face everything!"

"Thank you, Astoria." Draco thanked her gently and drank the wine in one gulp.

"I'm going to rest first."

After that, he returned to the dormitory.

Lying quietly on the bed, watching the candlelight flickering around him.

Darkness was like a tide, gradually surrounding him.

At the same time, Harry fiddled with a phonograph that he didn't know who got it, and slowly turned a record.

Amid the hustle and bustle, a favorite tune that he heard at the end of last semester floated out melodiously.

Hello darkness my old friend.

I've come to talk with you again.

Because a vision softly creeping.

Leave its seeds while I was sleeping.

And the vision that was planted in my brain.

Still remains within the sound of silence.

The next day, at noon, Hermione's eyebrows seemed to stand up, looking at the exquisite meal in front of her, not happy at all.

"I can't believe it. All four colleges held a private banquet yesterday. I thought only Fred and George from our college could do this!"

"It has always been a tradition of Hufflepuff to go to the kitchen to eat and drink." Draco listlessly crushed a piece of soft potato with a knife.

"Oh, yes, it seems that Slytherin is much better." Hermione frowned: "Who cares about those house elves.

After being responsible for dinner, they have to prepare dinner for the four colleges without stopping.

Then they have to clean up the mess for our banquet and clean up late at night.

Guess what time breakfast will appear, 7:30!!

I even doubt whether they have time to sleep."

Draco was too lazy to argue.

No matter how much he said, he also had a house elf at home.

Hehe.

"You are going to hold that "vomiting" speech again, right?" he asked back.

"No, that's useless!" Hermione said firmly: "I have grasped the core of the problem!"

"What?" Harry asked with interest.

"Because our House Elf Rights Promotion Association does not have a person who is capable of leading everyone!" Hermione said.

"For example?" Draco put down his knife and fork.

"For example, a professor!" Hermione said seriously: "We need a professor that every student knows, and he will play a perfect leading role."

"So what do you think?" Draco asked: "Professor Flitwick? He'd better talk. I also suggest Professor Snape. He will tell you what reality is."

However, the answer he wanted was not in the two he said.

Hermione shook her head and rubbed her hands.

"Professor Jones!" she said.

Harry raised his head sharply and stopped dealing with the damn fish with many thorns.

He was just worrying about why there was no spell to remove fish bones, but now, he was thinking - "Hermione. Or, forget it."

"Why?" Hermione frowned and looked at Harry: "The professor is very gentle, everyone knows him and likes him. Why not."

"Well, he is not that gentle." Harry said with a stiff face.

"How can you say that." Hermione was a little dissatisfied, and quickly put down her knife and fork: "I'm done, what about you?"

"Go now?" Draco's face was full of joy, and his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Ah, I'm done too."

"Forget it." Harry said: "Well, Hermione and I will go."

He knew what Draco was thinking.

And he also knew that this was destined not to be a pleasant office trip.

Harry can guarantee it.

Uncle Muen, who despised the existence of gods, has always been "people-oriented".