Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

First competition venue, down the mountain.

The [Nobodies] led by Draco were gathering together at this moment. They had hemp stems in their ears and wrapped their clothes around their heads, leaving only their eyes exposed.

They did this just to protect their ears.

"Are you all ready?" Neville squatted on a patch of grass and looked at the two people behind him.

"Okay."

"No problem."

After getting answers from Draco and Ron, Neville grabbed the grass roots in front of him and lifted them up violently.

An ugly human face appeared, accompanied by a shrill and sharp cry.

The sound startled a flock of flying birds, and then the flying birds fell to the ground again with the naked eye.

They were stunned by the sound.

Draco and the other two were not having a good time either, and they were dizzy.

Ron kept running towards the place where the birds landed, and at the same time, the tip of Draco's robe danced, turning into a small funnel, rolling up the soil, and becoming a flower pot.

This was already the limit of his bare-handed spell.

Neville quickly put the mandrake into the flowerpot.

After a while, the sharp cry disappeared.

"Finally." Draco breathed a sigh of relief: "What a good luck to find a mature mandrake."

After that, he looked at Neville, who also had his head wrapped: "Fortunately, you are here, the herbalist."

Neville, who had his head wrapped, smiled.

They were not in a hurry to untie the clothes on their heads, so that if they met other people later, they could pull out the mandrake and attack them.

After a while, Ron also came back, holding a bird as big as half a person's chest.

It's better than nothing, but who would mind getting a little more?

Then the three of them hurriedly walked towards the mountain.

Along the way, they began to analyze the current situation.

"No one should have used the cards so far." Draco asked.

The other two shook their heads quickly.

When they came, Fred and George were about to leave, and the three firebolts of Durmstrang had already flown high into the sky.

Combined with the current situation, it is the first group and two groups.

Durmstrang's three firebolts and sports cars.

Harry and others are the zero group, riding away in the dust.

Then came the second group of themselves.

However, they were lucky. With the help of Neville, it didn't take long to find a mandrake. When other teams were still picking fruits or running to chase a rabbit, they had already got a high score within their reach.

The three of them came to the stone house and soon set off again

The second competition field.

"Ka Ka Ka -"

A green ball, with a big mouth with green sharp teeth, was turning restlessly on the ground.

"Success." Hermione said happily, picking up the pocket watch and looking at it: "It took twenty-three minutes."

During the cultivation process, the growth rate of this biting cabbage was very fast. They almost didn't respond in time, resulting in the cabbage leaves not unfolding, and the flower buds inside were wrapped to death.

Fortunately, Harry directly used the wizard's hand to separate the outer leaves of the cabbage and let it bloom.

This is a dangerous move, because when the biting cabbage enters a semi-mature state, their flower buds will no longer separate layer by layer, but become a whole, with sharp teeth growing inside.

Anyone who dares to approach it at this time must be careful to be bitten.

When they are fully mature, they can leave the soil and hunt quickly.

Harry waved his wand, and a force appeared for no reason, grabbing the biting cabbage, and then the two walked towards the central wooden house.

Outside the wooden house, three people were studying a small piece of shriveled grass in their hands.

It was Marcus Flint and the other three.

"Potter." Flint saw Harry and the others and nodded to them.

Harry responded simply.

"That's cheekbone grass." Hermione passed by, recognized the thing, and whispered to Harry.

"It seems that it is not easy to cultivate, right."

"It's difficult." Hermione nodded.

Then, the two of them walked into the wooden house.

Fred and George were listening to Professor Trelawney's explanation of the rules inside. Then they unanimously agreed to let the girl in the team, Angelina, choose the jar.

"Harry, slow down." Fred came over: "We just got here, and you've already finished it."

"Harry, hold on tight." George said, and he curiously poked the biting cabbage with his finger at this moment: "If you don't hold on tight, my finger will be gone."

As he said that, he boldly poked the sharp teeth of the biting cabbage with his finger.

"It's as hard as metal." He said while playing: "My mother has considered planting some of this in the yard of the Burrow to drive away goblins, but there are younger brothers and sisters at home, so it's too dangerous."

After that, he quietly moved closer to Harry.

"Do you have more seeds?"

Harry shook his head. There was only one seed in each jar, and life and death depended on his own ability.

"Okay." George sighed helplessly, and Angelina also chose the jar and walked towards this side.

In the jar, there was a small bag of powder, probably only the size of a person's fingertip.

"Mushrooms?" Fred glared and quickly called George to go outside.

Mushrooms can simply be understood as big mushrooms. They grow very fast. If possible, this may be a good time for Fred George and the others to catch up with Harry.

"Angelina, you're so lucky," Fred said.

George also turned to look at Harry and Hermione, and waved: "You guys, hurry up and set off, we'll catch up soon."

After that, the three of them walked out of the cabin.

The motorcycle flew into the sky again, and Marcus Flint looked up, with a meaningful look flashing in his eyes.

"So how do we plant this thing?" A rustling discussion came from the side: "I don't know, why don't we insert it into the soil first."

The next moment, a finger inserted the gilly grass stem directly into the soil.

It's Marcus.

He took the flower pot and walked straight towards the wooden house without doing anything with it.

"Let's go, hand in the papers!"

Viktor and another Durmstrang student looked at each other and asked hurriedly: "Marcus, are you sure?"

"Sure." Marcus didn't look back.

"We haven't figured out what this is yet, so let's not waste time."

After Viktor and the other person looked at each other, they had no choice but to obey Marcus's arrangement.

In Durmstrang, especially starting from this year, what Marcus said was almost equated with Karkaroff.

All students knew that Karkaroff had a child-like indulgence towards Marcus.

Relying on this preference and Marcus' extraordinary black magic methods, he is already Durmstrang's number one.

A moment later, three firebolts followed and flew into the sky.

High in the sky, Hermione looked worried and thoughtful.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked.

"A guess." Hermione quickly replied: "If we follow the current thinking and push it forward, will we encounter it?"

"What?" Harry turned his head.

"Witch Hunt."