Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The arena was buzzing with people. After the crowd watched the contestants leave, everyone began to head to the Hogsmeade train platform under the organization of the Hogwarts teacher team.

You will board the express train to London here. Along the way, you may be able to ride alongside the chariot and witness the warriors' moments on the field with your own eyes.

Furthermore, this is not an option given to students, wizards without Apparition, or wizards without transportation. For many parents, boarding the Hogwarts Express again is undoubtedly a wonderful journey.

Even at the suggestion of a certain professor, the four deans of the college all wore a strange badge on their robes.

There is a large letter "P" on the surface of the badge, and the background is the color and representative animal of the college.

This is the prefect badge!

Sprout and Flitwick were obviously very interested in this wonderful little idea. They did not expect that many years later, they would be able to organize personnel on the Hogwarts Express in this capacity.

Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, was much more reserved. She only had a gentle smile, but the crooked corners of her eyes proved that she seemed not dissatisfied with being a prefect, and was even caught up in some good things from the past. In memories.

"Minerva" an old voice said: "Excuse me, prefect, can you help me?"

Professor McGonagall turned around and saw a woman wearing a hat with an eagle head slowly walking over.

It's Mrs. Longbottom!

"How about you arrange a seat for me? I can't remember if there is a comfortable prefect train on the express train. Can I go and sit in it?"

Heck, I, the old Gryffindor, never thought I would get to ride in this car one day. I really miss it. I remember the year I first got on the train. It was still summer and I was only eleven years old! "

"It was summer when I first got on the train, and I was only eleven years old." Professor McGonagall laughed dumbly, and then led Mrs. Longbottom through the aisle of the train, taking her to the prefects' special train.

They are actually old friends and have corresponded for many years.

Ah~ Of course, there is also——

"Who on earth has a head soaked in troll's snot and can come up with such a disgusting idea?!" Snape stepped on Slytherin's prefect badge in the mud.

Lupine and a big black dog came over. The big black dog's eyes flashed and rolled around, and it barked, its voice rising and falling.

His tone is the same as that of a Prefect.

Snape's face turned darker, darker than Sirius's fur. His eyes glanced and became hollow, and he said: "Lupin, I might have to remind you that if you want to bring an aggressive pet into the car, ——Go! Hold the rope!”

"Woo——"

"Why don't I remember that there are such rules?" Sirius whispered through gritted teeth. There were noisy people around, so he became bolder.

Snape hooked his fingers, and the Slytherin Prefect Badge in the mud flew into his hand. He blew lightly and the dirt on it flew out.

"I'm the prefect, I have the final say."

Sirius walked towards Snape eagerly. To be honest, even if he kept his Animagus, he still wanted to give this bat spirit a bite.

"Grinding his teeth." Snape's lips curled up into a smile: "Looks like I have to put a muzzle on you?!"

"Okay, okay!" Lupine quickly smoothed things over: "Severus, don't mind, he's just um, his joking temper has never changed, you know, that's how he is. Also, Xiaotian - you Stop talking too."

"Just be a dog," Snape added.

"I didn't become a prefect when I was a student. Now that I am, I'm so happy." Sirius laughed, not wanting to be outdone.

"you."

Lupine had no choice but to pick up Sirius by his front paws and drag him towards the carriage.

Meanwhile, the referee's room.

Jordan has left. He has an exclusive studio car on the express train. The only ones left here are the referees.

Madame Maxime stood up, and at the same time Karkaroff stood up.

The two principals, together with the schedule control team, will conduct macro-control of the entire schedule today.

Dumbledore couldn't escape either. He was assigned by Moon to handle various small competitions in the entire project.

As for Mu En herself.

The first project was done by him. What happened to taking a break? !

Of course, he also arranged a "job" for himself.

After walking out of the referee's room, he walked all the way down and soon came to the rest area where the previous players had been.

At this moment, there are densely packed wizards standing here, with serious expressions on their faces.

These are the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic - elite Aurors, a team of Aurors formed after Scrimgeour took office and teamed up with Mad-Eye Moody to clear out a lot of losers.

Moody stepped out, his wooden leg clicking on the ground.

"Listen." Mu En said politely. The relationship between them was not that of superiors and subordinates, but more of a collaborator, or transactional relationship.

"I don't mind if you use Harry Potter to try and lure out Voldemort."

"It's not a temptation!" Moody emphasized loudly, his tone was strange, as if he was saying something extraordinary.

"It's because he's worried that Voldemort will do something to him!"

"Okay, okay!" Mu En waved his hands nonchalantly. He had no intention of struggling with the words and sentences of this persecuted delusional person.

"Anyway, as we said at the beginning - since you want to monitor Harry."

"It's protection!"

Moon raised his hand and pinched it in the air, and Moody was silenced.

"Since you want to protect him, protect all the contestants as well."

Then, he let go of his hand.

Moody's magic eye turned frantically, looking for how the tongue-locking and throat-sealing curse was released when Moon pinched his hand just now.

But after spinning for a long time, he did not find a trace of magic released in the air.

He turned around and looked at the Auror team around him, and took a stack of "Magic Bean Real-time Monitoring Map" from Moon.

"Let's go." Moody took the lead in riding the flying broom.

"Use the broom more and Apparition less, remember to keep your distance, I don't want you to just chase the butts of these chariots and tire yourself out.

If you encounter an emergency, and some of you are unable to handle and avoid accidents due to physical exhaustion, I don't mind accusing you of dereliction of duty and sending you to Azkaban for a few days!"

After that, he took the lead in flying in the direction where the contestants disappeared.

Twenty minutes into the match - the first team!

The huge castle of Hogwarts was no longer in sight. Harry and Hermione put on aviator glasses. Hermione half-crouched in the side warehouse. Harry's eyes kept looking to the side from time to time. He thought... well... it was very interesting, cute? Or maybe that's the way to say it.

This was before - at least before last semester, he had never had these observations and thoughts.

"In front!" Hermione said suddenly.

"That's?!" Harry was also stunned. In the distance, heavy dark clouds crossed the sky, and lightning flashed inside, which made people daunting.

"Is that naturally produced?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head solemnly: "I don't think so. The dark clouds crossed the left and right. It's forcing us to make a choice, detour - or go straight!"

"What about the descent?" Hermione said.

Harry thought for a while, and he shook his head: "After the descent, the wind and rain will definitely be very strong."

At the same time, a subtle sound came from the tarot cards of the two, and then gradually expanded.

It was George Fred's voice. In the high-speed mid-air, each warrior could communicate with each other through his tarot cards.

Of course, this would be affected by the distance.

Obviously, this was the design made by Uncle Muen to facilitate the two teams to talk back and forth when they were fighting.

"Harry!" George's voice came from behind. They put all their efforts into it, and the engine kept humming, and finally caught up a little.

That is, the two groups formed the first echelon.

"Harry!" George shouted: "Hurry up and open the umbrella, it's going to rain!"

"George, how much do you hope we will be struck by lightning." Harry also laughed, and then asked: "What about you? Convertible sports car, what are you going to do?"

"I plan to let Fred swear to Angelina that he will be struck by lightning, so that maybe the lightning will only strike him alone!"

"George, we are true love." Fred's voice came from the tarot card. Angelina's voice followed closely, and she asked Hermione if there was any good way to avoid lightning.

Hermione thought about it seriously. They were convertible sports cars, not touching the ground, it was going to rain, high-altitude metal, etc.

Finally, she shook her head helplessly and responded: "I don't know either. Maybe I have to wait for Harry next to me to give me the answer."

Harry smiled and didn't answer. He just let go of the handlebars with both hands and put them on the gas cap.

"This is my first time. I don't know if it will work." He said: "Man, let's try it. The combination of biological alchemy and transfiguration!"

On the gas cap, the complex patterns began to spread brightly from Harry's palm.

Then, in the gap of the engine, under the seat of the vehicle, under the side compartment, on the edge, and at the connection of the wheel hub, vivid tentacles appeared one by one.

They intertwined, proliferated, and combined tightly together.

Then, gradually wrapped the entire body, and on the outer layer, the flesh and blood began to solidify, and gradually appeared an external carapace similar to that of insects made of chitin.

Behind, not far away, on the convertible sports car.

George has begun to step on the brakes and gradually slow down.

The three of them watched the black ball rushing into the clouds and looked at each other.

"Did I see it wrong just now?" Fred looked at George.