Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Draco wanted to go to the world of ordinary people to see this.

Mu En was really surprised.

Malfoy Sr. was someone who could be identified at a glance - someone who had a deep contempt for Muggles.

Moon found relevant records about this in the Hogwarts library. The Malfoy family has always upheld the principle of profit first, and despised the "ignorant" Muggles who did not understand magic.

Only powerful Muggles can get into their family's eyes.

For example, some princes and nobles.

And now little Malfoy actually wants to go out of the high wall and see what the world of ordinary people is like.

Oh, this is not simple.

Time for rebellion?

Under his gaze, Draco now noticed the abruptness of his behavior and lowered his head in embarrassment: "Professor, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Mu En nodded casually, then looked at Hedlund: "There are many subdivided subjects in the university. If you want to study, you should first learn more about them, and finally choose the direction that suits you.

And not only engineering, agriculture, medicine, etc. are all very promising subjects. The specifics will depend on your choice. "

"Okay, Professor." Hedlund nodded.

After settling this side, Moon looked at Harry.

"What about you two?"

"Professor Jones, I want to ask about the wand and some difficulties encountered when casting the Patronus Charm."

"Patronus Charm?!" Hedlund looked at Harry up and down in surprise.

Second grade...Patronus Charm.

Is there a relationship between these two words?

However, what surprised him was...the professor in front of him actually understood the problem Harry encountered in a serious manner and tried to give an answer.

Soon, Harry got some inspiration and nodded repeatedly.

"Any more questions?" Mu En stood up and stretched.

"No, no more." Harry said quickly. He knew very well that Uncle Moon actually wanted to go back and lie on the comfortable sofa and read a book instead of wasting time on some unimportant things here.

Although Hedlund and Draco didn't know much about Mu En's daily habits, they had been practicing their ability to observe people's emotions since childhood, and they both noticed that Mu En was a little tired.

Then the group of people hurriedly said goodbye and left.

However, as soon as he opened the door, Harry bumped into a familiar figure.

With her round face bulging, she stood in front of the small table and carefully wrote her name on the registration book.

"Neville." Harry greeted.

"Ah!" Neville was startled and dropped his quill, looking panicked: "Oh...Harry, you...why are you here."

"I just came out of the office." Harry was a little confused. Neville's expression looked a little weird.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"Oh, it's nothing." Neville quickly took a step back, trying to get further away from the small table.

There was no one around. Before Harry and the other three appeared, there was only Neville.

"Your friend? From Gryffindor?" Hedlund looked at Harry.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"Oh, I thought your only friend in Gryffindor was Miss Granger." Hedlund smiled and then waved his hand.

"I'm leaving first, you guys can talk."

Soon, Hedlund passed over Neville and disappeared on the other side.

"Neville, are you going to sign up for the duel competition?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Oh...I...just want to give it a try. Grandma said to participate in more school activities." Neville suddenly felt embarrassed, and the smile on his face was a little forced.

Neville looked embarrassed: "That person is..."

"Prefect of the seventh grade of Slytherin, and the youngest in the seventh grade." Draco answered the question proudly.

"Okay." Neville obviously didn't care about the other person's title. He just looked a little nervous: "Well...he won't tell anyone..."

"What did you say?" Draco asked confused.

"It's just that I want to participate in the duel competition... No, I didn't say that I was worthy... It's just... I..."

"Are you afraid they will make you a joke?" Harry helped Neville say the words.

"Yes." Neville nodded, then sighed: "Let's forget it."

As he spoke, he walked to the small table and wanted to cross out the name he had just filled in.

Suddenly, a hand pinched his wrist, stopping his movement.

"What are you afraid of? It's just for fun." Harry said.

"Let's forget it." Neville took his hand out: "It's useless for me to go. Anyway, I'm just being beaten by others, so I don't want to cause trouble to Madam Pomfrey."

"Neville." Harry shook his head: "Don't be so pessimistic. Go if you want. There's nothing to be afraid of. Or, who is laughing at you?"

"Peeves." Neville said with a wry smile: "I think he is right. When the time comes, I will be beaten to tears on the court, then I will be laughing at people."

"Oh, Peeves... there is really nothing we can do about it." Draco nodded and chuckled: "You are not like us Slytherins, who are covered by Bloody Barrow. You Gryffindor ghosts are quite soft. , even if you talk about his neck, he will cry and jump."

"No," Neville retorted.

"Neville." Harry interrupted their pointless discussion about ghosts.

"If you are really worried, why don't you join us for a surprise training session?"

"Tsk..." Draco tutted helplessly: "Okay, that's a good suggestion."

Harry said what he could do.

"In short, if you really want to play but are afraid that you are not capable or too far behind, then come together.

What about assault training? At least it's better than hesitating and wasting energy on whether to sign up or not. "

"Training?" Neville was a little surprised. He never thought he would get such an invitation.

"But I'm forewarning, it's going to hurt." Draco laughed.

Draco always had a unique provocation in his words.

At least that's how it is in the eyes of Neville and the Gryffindor little wizards.

When these words fell into Neville’s ears, he said: “You——can do it?!”

Questioning is full of meaning and can arouse people's competitive spirit.

"Training? Your own? Can I?" Neville put down his quill.

"Of course." Harry nodded: "But as Draco said, it will be a little painful and a little tiring!

But...at least you have suffered. When the time comes, even if you lose on the field, you can tell yourself frankly that you have really worked hard, right? "

Neville nodded, he felt that Harry's words were always convincing.

As for the rest... Neville was willing to trust Harry unconditionally.

"Then it's settled." Harry nodded: "We will meet at six o'clock tomorrow morning at the entrance of the auditorium on the first floor."

"You'd better write this down in a note." Draco reminded me rudely again.