Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

From the day Harry entered this lounge, they knew that today's scene would come sooner or later.

However, the battle situation exceeded all of their expectations.

In fact, Harry fought through most of the lower grade alone without falling behind at all.

"That's enough!" A female voice swept by a sound amplification spell sounded. For a moment, everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

Harry was also wary of his surroundings, and then looked at the person who made the noise.

A woman with shoulder-length blond hair and high cheekbones was their prefect Gemma Farley.

She said hysterically: "Pote!! Are you going to destroy Slytherin?"

Harry looked at her, furious.

He admitted that he didn't like this Slytherin. It is different from what is recorded in history, and far from what is described in books.

Like a big tree that has long since rotted, a pool of stagnant water that is no longer clear.

But so far, he has never actively provoked anyone in Slytherin.

What is "Are you going to destroy Slytherin?"

Harry laughed, then pushed up his glasses, which had slipped during the battle.

"A grander tower always emerges from the ruins, doesn't it?"

"Big talk!" Gemma Farley's face turned red and she waved her wand, but her incantation was interrupted again by the terrifying fluorescent blue thing.

Harry finally understood the horror of the wizard's hand.

Unpredictable, difficult to react! Even just interrupting spell casting is enough for him to be invincible in this level of battle.

"Does anyone else want to say something?" Harry looked around.

The people around who were not involved in the battle laughed or spread their hands indifferently.

"It seems it's over." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then went upstairs to his dormitory. However, as soon as he walked up the stairs, he saw Draco.

It seemed that he was here just now and saw the whole process of the incident.

The two figures intertwined, neither of them paying attention to the other.

Back in the dormitory, Harry sat tiredly on the bed and covered his face with his hands.

He was thinking about one thing, reviewing all the things that had happened recently, and then stood up a little irritably, walked out of the dormitory, and found Draco.

"Do me a favor, I have two questions," Harry said.

Draco froze on the spot, feeling unbelievable. Harry Potter, who had just beaten half of the junior class and all the prefects, asked him for help.

Draco had some disdain on his face: "What can I help you with?"

When Harry saw Draco being so talkative, he called him back to the dormitory and closed the door.

"What do you think?" Harry asked.

Draco looked confused: "What do I think?"

"Just...beat them up." Harry adjusted his words: "Just...did I go too far? Am I bullying on campus?"

He was a little tired, and he didn't know if his behavior was out of line.

He didn't want to be like Dudley, an arrogant, stupid guy who only bullied others!

He wanted a bystander to say it right.

And it just so happened that Draco was the bystander.

Moreover, he had a bad relationship with Draco before and had frequent frictions, so he would definitely not say anything comforting on purpose.

There's nothing better than asking him to help you examine it.

"What is bullying?" Draco looked at Harry.

Draco never knew what bullying was.

"It's just bullying! Am I bullying them?" Harry was not angry.

Draco's eyes suddenly widened: "What nonsense are you talking about, bullying... Do you know that you picked on the entire lower class, and Gemma Farley and that guy at the beginning are both in fifth grade, does this count as bullying?! "

Draco screamed strangely: "Potter, have you made a mistake? Only when an adult hits a child is it called bullying, and when a strong person hits a weak person is it called bullying...Wait a minute——"

Suddenly, he seemed to have caught some blind spot.

Why do he and Harry have such a cognitive gap?

Thinking about it, he said with some uncertainty: "You won't... feel that they... from the beginning..."

Then he saw Harry scratch his head and said with some embarrassment: "Well, yes, I thought they were all rubbish from the beginning... quite ordinary!"

After more than a week of observation, the idea that he and Hermione were on the train had long since disappeared.

Draco gasped and began to walk back and forth, mumbling: "Okay, great! Potter, great!"

"Let's get down to business!"

"Ha, finally, the famous Potter asked me to help. Please beg me, don't you hate me to death?" Draco smiled.

He also didn't expect that the guy who just made him feel desperate and suffocated would ask him for help at this moment and ask him to answer questions.

Draco felt extremely happy at this moment, and he felt that this moment could be ranked at the top of his list of joys in life.

"Hate you?" Harry looked at him doubtfully.

"Why do you think I would... hate you?"

Harry simply couldn't figure out why he should hate him. What did he do to make him have this illusion?

Draco listened to Harry's words and was stunned for a long time before he realized what he said.

In total, you have never been in the eyes of others? !

"Let's get to the point, okay?"

"It doesn't count!" He said with a somewhat annoyed tone: "Except for the fact that others just scolded Granger and you beat them like that. Everything else does not count as you bullying them!"

Thanks to Hermione's eye-catching performance in class, almost the entire grade remembered Miss Granger's name.

Harry looked at Draco: "You don't need to say anything about this, it's absolutely right! The word mudblood is too much, and Hermione is my friend."

"A mudblood is just one"

Harry glanced at him and interrupted him directly: "Malfoy, put aside your stupid and low-level pure blood theory, and then think about this word."

"Are pure blood special?" Harry looked at him, not hiding his disdain: "Anyone with a brain knows that blood accounts for very little of the difference between wizards!

The so-called pure blood theory is just a low-level way of promoting one's self-worth.

If you want others to really think highly of you, work hard to do things instead of just talking about how good your background is all day long!

That will only make others look down on you, like a poor guy who has no other ability but just shouts about his background! "

"You!" Draco instinctively wanted to refute, but he racked his brains and couldn't find any arguments to refute.

Harry stood up, opened the bedroom door and left.

His words were like a hammer hitting Draco's head. Draco sat on the bed blankly, his mind in chaos.

The theory of pure blood has long been ingrained in his memory. His father has been telling him these theories since he was a child, and he has regarded them as a guideline.

But when he really started to use his brain to find some arguments to support this statement, he found that his brain was empty.

What to say? What is used to prove the theory of pure blood?

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