Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Motorcycle?"

Muen listened to Harry's idea and nodded in understanding: "It's suitable for two people to travel. Three-wheeled motorcycle or two-wheeled one?"

"Three-wheeled one." Harry said. He didn't feel embarrassed to ask for Sirius's car directly, and he knew that the organizing committee probably wouldn't allow it.

Or maybe it would be allowed? He suspected that someone had already asked for a flying broom to be modified.

Muen just nodded and didn't ask Harry for more details. He had time to watch these students' chariots being modified.

After saying goodbye to Muen, Harry began to make more modification details in his mind while walking, and soon came to the owl shed.

However, he didn't want to send a letter.

"Hedwig." Harry called softly, and a white snowy owl looked unusually abrupt in the gray shed. It flapped its wings and flew towards Harry, landing on his arm, tilting its head in confusion. It didn't see the letter in Harry's hand and didn't understand why the owner came here.

Then, it flew to the nest, and waited to come back again, holding a dead mouse in its mouth, and it seemed that it wanted to share it with Harry.

"Thank you, but no thanks." Harry smiled and pushed his hand, and took Hedwig to the outside of the shed.

"Hedwig, I want a navigator." Harry said softly.

For the two-person chariot race, Harry didn't want another person to waste resources like [chariot driving].

So, he wanted to give this simple job to a trustworthy friend.

For example, Hedwig.

And Hedwig's head twisted 360 degrees, and her two big eyes looked at Harry in confusion.

Not only puzzled, but also with some. concern?

"Hedwig, I'm serious." Harry couldn't help but say: "Believe me."

"Coo."

"Then it's settled." Harry nodded with satisfaction: "I'll come to you tomorrow."

"Coo."

In the evening, Hermione's anxiety symptoms obviously became a little worse with the progress of other groups in full swing. She looked at Harry puzzledly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Because she finally saw Harry holding the manuscript paper and began to draw.

"Well, what is our plan?" She walked over and looked at the manuscript paper in front of Harry inquiringly.

Then, she saw the crescent skull logo on the manuscript paper.

"This is..." She looked at Harry in confusion.

"Logo." Harry smiled and looked very proud.

"You want to use this thing on the chariot?" Hermione asked in confusion. She obviously thought too much. Sure enough, it was unlikely to make the man in front of her feel a sense of urgency unless you told him that Voldemort would also participate in the competition.

"Don't worry." Looking at Hermione's face that was flushed with anxiety, Harry comforted: "I already have a preliminary idea, similar to Fred and George."

"Okay, tell me in detail."

In the stadium, in the separated spiritual world secret room, the fishy smell and strange drum sounds intertwined, and the dim light accompanied by the steaming green fog made this place like hell.

Unlike the wizards in the picture book, at Harry's request, Hermione and he both put on white wizard robes, wore masks, and gathered all their hair.

Harry strictly followed the paradigm in Uncle Moon's laboratory and took this research seriously.

Bubbles were gurgling in the huge crucible, and cooked flesh and blood kept floating in it.

"Is there too much meat?" Hermione's voice appeared. She was wearing a mask and her voice was a little muffled.

"No." Harry came over and was also a little confused: "It feels that it absorbs too little meat."

As he spoke, a heavy drum sound appeared again, even louder than before.

"It should be successful." He nodded, waved his wand, and the huge object in the crucible gradually came out of the furnace.

It was a V-type twin-cylinder engine.

At this moment, it was roaring, roaring like a heart, and the left and right cylinders were like the two ventricles of the heart, beating alternately. After the green crucible solution dripped, the chrome-plated surface was exposed, which looked silvery, but inexplicably made people feel that it was [flesh and blood].

"Hurry, don't let it become inactive." Harry hurriedly urged, but he just turned around slowly.

In fact, such a tone was just to create a sense of tension and make Hermione feel at ease.

Yes, only this kind of tension can make Hermione relax and not worry about this or that.

Behind them, a three-wheeled motorcycle that was almost disassembled appeared in front of them. Hedwig, whose claws were washed clean, stood at the handlebars and looked at Harry and the others quietly.

As Hermione drove the alchemical array, the pipelines on the motorcycle waved like tentacles, welcoming the engine back into her chest.

On the fuel tank cap, the decorative pattern like wings is the flight array, which provides the motorcycle with the most basic flying ability.

He didn't know how Sirius and George did it. He completely used the thinking refined by life to cast this car.

After doing all this, Hermione poured the blood plasma prepared by the side, which was made of dragon blood, blood plasma grass stems, jumping mushrooms and mandrake juice, into the fuel tank.

As the blood rushed into the heart, the whole motorcycle began to gradually come alive, the wheel hub rubbed restlessly on the ground, and the dashboard began to tremble wildly.

"This is..." Hermione looked at Harry uneasily. In her opinion, this behavior seemed like he was crazy.

"No." Harry shook his head and continued to observe.

"It's a little restless," he said.

"Anxious?" Hermione looked at Harry.

"That's right." Harry nodded: "It wants to go out, fly out, and smash everything. This is the instinct of a violent flying animal."

"So...we created a life?" Hermione swallowed. In her concept, this move seemed a bit unethical.

"No." Harry shook his head: "Half."

"It only has instincts, without any thinking or intelligence. You can understand it as a [vegetative]."

"So how are we going to ride it?" Hermione asked.

"Then leave it to Hedwig." Harry nodded confidently: "Hedwig is our eyes."

While they were talking, Harry turned his head sharply and looked around uneasily.

Then, the space gradually became distorted and blurred, and Mu En slowly stepped down.

"Very keen. It seems that your understanding of the spiritual world is gradually deepening." He praised.

"Uncle Moon." Harry nodded, and at the same time stepped aside unobtrusively, revealing the car behind him.

"Not bad." Mu En nodded, habitually raising his hand to make some corrections and optimizations within the appropriate range, and then paused in mid-air.

Forget it, it’s not quite appropriate.

"An excellent exercise," he said again.

Then, he turned it over in his hand and a green bean appeared.

"Peter Pan's magic beans?" Harry asked.

"It's not Peter Pan's." Mu En smiled: "A detector monitors your location and has an anchor point similar to a door key. When the magic fluctuations around you exceed the threshold, it will send us a alarm.

You have to know that this is a competition involving most of the UK, and safety has always been the organizing committee's top concern. "

Harry nodded, took the magic bean, and stuffed it into the gap under the car seat.

February 24th, morning.

It was a bright morning, and although the wind was still a bit cold, it could not conceal the fiery atmosphere of the entire school.

"Speed ​​is not what we are good at." Draco said naggingly: "I asked my dad to bring me the best magic carpet. But you know, this kind of household thing is not about speed. There’s no advantage over flying broomsticks or anything like that, but guess what the advantage is?”

"Can it be loaded with weapons?" Harry guessed what Draco was thinking at a glance: "The magic carpet is a good thing to free your hands, and the load capacity is very good."

"That's right." Draco nodded mysteriously: "When the time comes, let them know what violent racing is."

"Only if you can see their taillights." Hermione said, "You can't see ours anyway."

"Maybe." Draco said not to be outdone. They had also prepared some short-distance acceleration techniques, and the magic carpet was originally suitable for long-term rides, so he was still somewhat confident.

Neville looked at Harry curiously: "Harry, what about you? What is your chariot?"

"The Hedwig," said Harry.

Hearing the name, Ron stood up and looked at Harry doubtfully: "You're not going to magnify the owl and ride it, are you?"

"I think too much, you will see me soon."

With that said, the group walked into the stadium. The surrounding spectators were talking enthusiastically and greeting the players. Many parents came at the same time, and Harry saw Mrs. Weasley. She gave everyone a big hug at the entrance, even Draco.

This scene made Lucius's face suddenly turn foul.

Because he cared about face and wanted to show a relaxed attitude, he and Narcissa did not go to the entrance of the stadium to "block people", so they could only stay in the stands with dark faces and smiles.