Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

It was announced that it was over, but the players did not disperse. Everyone was thinking about their team members.

MacCherry came over, waved to Harry, and extended an invitation.

Harry, on the other hand, waved his hand in polite refusal. Mike was not surprised by this answer. He knew that Harry had better and more familiar choices.

After sending McCurry away, Harry turned to look at Hermione and Draco.

"No." Draco suddenly shook his head and spoke first.

"Aren't you going to team up with us?" Hermione asked doubtfully, she had already acquiesced that she was on the same team as Harry.

Draco nodded: "Yes, I."

He rubbed his chin: "I will lead a team by myself first."

There is no such thing as a team in his concept, but he wants to lead a team on his own.

"My father wouldn't want to see me team up with you," he said.

"I thought you didn't care about this." Harry said, "Didn't you fool around with us during your first project?"

Draco shook his head and did not explain too much. In fact, he not only made such a choice because of his parents, but he also wanted to compete again and rely on himself to see how far he could go.

Hermione wanted to say something more. She was even a little confused about why they could form a team together, but Draco didn't want to. She wanted to persuade her more, but saw that Draco had already turned his head.

As a last resort, she had to turn her head and look at the others.

"Neville," she waved.

Neville turned his head, glanced at Hermione, then at Harry, shook his head helplessly and said, "Sorry, Hermione, my teacher said I won't be allowed to be on the same team as Harry."

"What weird rules." Hermione frowned and looked at the others. Harry's hand caught her wrist.

"That's it, the two of us team up." Harry said.

"Don't you want one more person?!" Hermione looked at Harry in confusion: "One more person means one more chance, right?!"

"It's good to travel light." Harry smiled and walked towards the castle with Hermione: "I am more concerned about how to use our chariot."

Early the next morning, everyone gathered on the Quidditch pitch again.

The squad list had been finalized. Harry looked towards Draco curiously, and then saw Neville and Ron standing next to him.

"How?" Draco smiled, as if flexing his muscles.

"Awesome." Harry nodded: "Do you have any ideas on tanks?"

"Confidential." Draco raised the corner of his mouth: "But I expected it to be true. You should be able to use the fire dragon to shape the chariot."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but look towards the Forbidden Forest. To be honest, he didn't really want to use Norbert. In his current opinion, the flying speed of the fire dragon was extremely slow. Its only advantage was its combat effectiveness. .

On the other side, on the stage, Mu En took the team list from Fleur and two other Beauxbatons students, and then looked at the team behind them.

This is a three-person team, two men and one woman, two of whom have bright red hair.

Fred George, and Angelina of Gryffindor.

"A team of three." Mu En nodded and took the list handed over by George. At the same time, he pointed helplessly at the two people behind him: "Professor, you know, I have to be a light bulb."

"It's Dumbledore's fault for not allowing four people to form a team." Mu En responded casually and threw the pot away.

Dumbledore showed an astonished expression next to him. He had never given any instructions on the rules of the competition. The number of teams of two or three people was decided by Mu En.

"Oh, by the way, Professor." George said, "You said you can provide me with anything, right?"

"That's right." Mu En nodded: "Within a reasonable range."

"We want a car." George whispered mysteriously: "The sooner you give it to us, the better. It would be best to have a sports car! My father said that this is the most popular car."

"You want to modify a car?!" Mu En looked at George: "What an amazing idea. When your father secretly made that flying car in the backyard, it seems that you two brothers watched and even contributed."

George showed a confident smile and tapped his chest: "Don't rush to praise, Professor, we plan to arm it with a lot of contraband."

"Like some dark magic props?"

Hearing this, George waved his hands awkwardly: "Well, that's not the case. Items that are contraband to Hogwarts. For example, some different fireworks, you know."

"I'm looking forward to it." Mu En nodded: "I will find a sports car for you. I will give it to you probably in the afternoon. I will also give you the relevant forms later. Any needs you have are fine as long as they are within a reasonable range. Found it for you in half a day.”

"Can we start construction now?"

"Wait a moment." Mu En dealt with the three of them, and then took over the team list from the people behind. A total of eleven people from Hogwarts School qualified. Except for Fred George, Draco Ronneville, and Harry Hermione, the remaining team was Cedric and [Chariot] Mike. Cherry and Michael of Ravenclaw.

This is a team made up of three colleges. Obviously this is their last resort. McCeachley was actually invited by people from two other schools, but he declined.

Compared to others, at least you feel more at ease when working with people from your own school.

Durmstrang has six qualifying players, forming a team of two and three people.

Beauxbatons was divided into two teams of five.

There were only about twenty people in the stadium, but it still seemed crowded.

The five Beauxbatons people stood upright, and their principal stood on top, showing corresponding etiquette. And the seventeen people besides them were all busy discussing the tank design of their own team.

Someone proposed a flying carpet, where three people can sit closely together and become a whole.

Some people also suggested that each person ride a broomstick to form a relatively independent joint team.

Draco, on the other hand, set his sights on the Thestral. He wanted to try if he could use the Thestral from Hogwarts to pull a flying carriage for him, just like Beauxbatons did when he came here.

Similarly, some people also set their sights on Durmstrang's ship, but they quickly gave up. Durmstrang's ship has advanced space travel technology, and it needs water as an anchor. The restrictions are too great. .

"Harry." Hermione whispered, looked at Harry, and suggested: "How about we ride the Firebolt? Or Norbert? We have to have a clue, right?"

"There's no rush." ​​Harry gently comforted the nervous Hermione. She always did this, just like every time she started worrying about final exams after Easter.

"You've said some good alternatives and we have plenty of time to make a choice, don't we."

"No." Hermione said seriously: "They are all thinking carefully. If we take it lightly, we will fall behind, absolutely!"

Harry lowered his head and did not answer Hermione's question. Instead, he lowered his head and thought about the notes he had read over and over yesterday.

Notes on Bioalchemy.

It would be great if we could create a biological machine that could independently find its way, have super speed, and be at its own disposal.

Such thoughts have always accompanied them when they were assigned to their own team's exclusive chariot casting room, which was the open space that was divided one by one on the stadium ground. After the magic pattern formation was activated, each divided open space became a An independent [space] that is unobservable to outsiders.

Harry felt the aura of the spiritual world in it. Obviously, this essentially gave each of their teams an independent spiritual space.

He did not anxiously start thinking about his team's chariot and make requests to the professors like other teams, but left the chariot casting room.

Hermione was a little helpless at Harry's unhurried attitude, but she actually had no better way. Let her think about it, she couldn't do it without Norbert or the broomstick.

So she could only say goodbye to Harry and go to the library to start looking at various means of transportation used by wizards since ancient times, hoping to get inspiration from them.

He said goodbye to Hermione on the grass outside the castle, then crossed his arms and looked towards the Black Lake.

The gentle wind blew through his shoulder-length hair. This was a rare moment when he was not studying or spending "lonely time" with his friends.

The wind carried his thoughts and sights all the way until they landed on Hagrid's hut.

Immediately, he wanted to go see Hagrid, but he hadn't gone for a while.

The students coming and going greeted him warmly. They all wanted to know some "passionate previews" of the second project from Harry, but they were all rejected by Harry's calm smile.

Going all the way down, he soon came to Hagrid's hut, only to see Hagrid wearing a coat and holding two buckets on the ground.

And in front of the cabin, there is a metal monster that is completely different from the Hogwarts style.

"This is..." Harry was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to see this thing in Hogwarts.

"Ah, Harry!" Hagrid waved to him happily, then poured a bucket of water on the metal monster and wiped it clean with a handkerchief.

"Do you remember it?" Hagrid asked.

"Should I remember it?" Harry asked.

Hagrid shook his head: "That's not true, but you have indeed seen it. When you were a little Maomao, I rode it and carried you out of the ruins all the way to Privet Drive.

Sirius gave it to me at that time, asking me to rush there quickly, and I think he was going to hunt down Pettigrew at that time. "

"The night my parents died?" Harry continued.

"That's right." Hagrid nodded again, put the handkerchief in the bucket and cleaned it, and then began to wipe the wheels of the three-wheeled motorcycle.

"Is this Sirius's?" Harry looked at the handsome three-wheeled motorcycle in front of him in surprise.

"Yes!" Hagrid nodded again: "It is very powerful. I rode it to Godric's Hollow at a very fast speed!"

Harry nodded in a daze. Looking at the three-wheeled motorcycle, inspiration suddenly came to his mind!