Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The next day, Saturday.

The sun rises high!

On the field, most of the little wizards were in high spirits. The third and fourth graders will make the finals today.

At the teacher's table, Snape handed the Resurrection Stone to Moon with a gloomy expression.

Ignoring the noisy three captains in his ears, he looked at Snape: "It doesn't look easy..."

Snape shook his head silently, rubbing his heavy, bloodshot eyes.

"You are right... the blurred dream... I have known her falsehood for a long time, and it can see my disgust towards him.

So she never took the initiative to mention him - but for her, caring about him is inevitable. If she doesn't care about him, then she is not the one in my heart..."

Mu En was silent for a long time, and he listened for a long time. Even if the third person in English could be distinguished from the spoken language, he still didn't understand it very well.

"Anyway, everything is over." Dumbledore suddenly said from behind.

After saying that, he looked at Mu En helplessly: "You are so lucky that you were not forcibly interrupted by someone like me."

"Actually, strictly speaking, it is more difficult to commit suicide." Mu En corrected.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, and then had to nod: "I think you are right."

Then, he looked at the lively competition field: "It's so memorable, this energetic grade!

Mu En, you said before that you could arrange a halftime show, right? Do you think the children won't mind if an old man like me goes up there? ! "

"If you want." Mu En shrugged, and then gave her own suggestion: "Get a leather jacket and braid a goatee for yourself - to create some contrast, I think they will be very excited."

"Oh, forget it then." Dumbledore shook his head, not sure if he was really considering Moon's suggestion.

The game started quickly, and under the leadership of Jordan, the little wizards quickly focused on the game.

This morning's finals were from fourth grade. After preliminary rounds and elimination rounds, a total of six little wizards came here.

Soon, the first game started.

A Cedric from Hufflepuff versus a young wizard from Ravenclaw.

Fred George was also in the audience, doing analysis.

"Kate's head is starting to sweat, see?" George said: "Cedric is still very dominant."

"He did take it a little too far."

The two agreed on the same view, and even before that, they had lowered Cedric's odds to prevent losing too much.

The Kate they were talking about was naturally the little wizard from Ravenclaw, who was looking nervously at his opponent opposite Cedric.

The one who has been ranked first in this grade for many years!

This person has always been regarded as the enemy by the entire Ravenclaws!

To be precise, Hermione in the second year, Cedric in the fifth year and Hedlund in the seventh year - they are all the enemies of Ravenclaw!

"Fortunately, it's not too embarrassing to lose to the opponent." Kate could only comfort herself.

However, soon, Kate was defeated as expected, and the defeat was not miserable. Cedric moved around a few times, and the last move caught Kate off guard!

Soon, Kate was carried down!

"it's your turn."

"Take one or two!" Fred and George bumped fists. Although they recognized Cedric's strength, it did not mean that they would give up the first place.

Afterwards, the two fist bumped, and Fred also stepped into the arena.

Venue extraction – blizzard!

Fred looked at the snowflakes in the sky and his opponent disappearing into the snow, and quickly changed his position.

Later, he used the transformation technique to transform his clothes into a white cloak.

Just squatting on the ground, squirming carefully.

After a while!

boom--

"Fred Weasley!! Where did he come from? Oh my God! He is like a ghost in the snow - wait, let's see how he defeated his opponent?!"

"Big... big stick?! Xue Yi?!"

"Exquisite tactics - perfect!"

Jordan did not hesitate to praise Fred, especially on this strategy.

The Slytherin audience just felt disgusted - this is also called a strategy? ! Is this a wizard's battle? !

nausea!

The third game also started soon, with George playing against a Slytherin wizard.

Before the site was drawn, the smell of gunpowder became strong.

The two were quarreling, Slytherin slowly making threats, but George just put his hands to his ears, cynically provoking.

This skill of speaking slowly and slowly like Snape obviously cannot be learned by imitation.

Site extraction – grassland.

Suddenly, towering grass appeared, George squatted down, and then disappeared.

"Don't even think about it!!" Slytherin's little wizard raised his hand and cast a somewhat crude disarming spell.

But it fell into the void.

And... George's mouth didn't stop——

After four or five minutes of constant output, Slytherin's little wizard finally broke through and began to wave his wand around without any rules.

A flame spell was even released, instantly igniting the grassland...

As for the result of the game, as expected, George finally won and got a burnt hair.

"I would rather suffer some flesh wounds." He said sadly.

When they reach the age of four or five, children during this period always like to try to grow beautiful long hair, which is not surprising to them.

"How pitiful." Fred also sighed: "Looks like someone needs to cut off their carefully cared for hair!"

"Damn it, you're with me!" George said.

"No way, men are long-haired animals."

"But Mom will be able to tell us apart from now on!!"

"This..." Fred thought seriously for a while, and then turned his attention to Jordan who was giving commentary.

"Then he..."

"Well, we have to think carefully about how to deceive him, or how to persuade him."

"What a pity... I'm impatient!" Professor Flitwick shook his head helplessly at the teacher's desk.

Snape had a bad look on his face. He was already in a bad mood, and now it was even worse.

"I have long suggested that verbal attacks should be included in the training!!" he said gloomily.

Flitwick nodded in agreement.

"Well...hasn't it always been there..." Mu En said after thinking for a while.

Snape's face stinked even more...

Professor McGonagall was smiling brightly. As the first final group, Gryffindor has now confirmed the two top three, which is perfect.

Pomona also relaxed and refilled the tea for the professor sitting next to her, and a Hufflepuff child also entered the top three!

As for Ravenclaw and Slytherin, with two Heads serving as dueling club professors...

But soon, Professor McGonagall lost her smile, and it could even be said that... she was very embarrassed!

The first game of the finals begins.

The two Weasley brothers waved their hands to the surroundings and walked into it with goose steps.

Then after the venue was selected, it started - guessing!

"I won!"

"No, best of three!"

"I didn't say it at first, okay, okay, who made me the older brother."

"Beautiful, I win, you surrender! No, surrender!"

"No, best of five. I gave you two out of three just now. You should give me a chance now!"

"Who is brother?"

"Well, you are! Best of five!"

…

However, not everyone is paying attention to today's game.

Harry, for example, was carefully making final repairs to Hagrid's wand.

He used the sap of the knotted stem tree and sawdust as a repair filler. Now he has almost completely repaired the outer layer of the wand, and is now carefully carving the magic pattern circuit.

The more he studied, the more deeply Harry understood the sentence on the title page of the Book of Wands.

"This is a wonderful study of the wizard's third hand!"

Every few minutes, he had to take off his glasses to rest his eyes, and there was no room for error.

As the sun gradually sets, the last magic pattern circuit is engraved and completed.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When I came to the next classroom, Draco was not there and had gone somewhere.

He then raised Hagrid's wand and aimed his gaze at Draco's training dummy.

At this time, Draco also walked in. When he saw Harry, he immediately said with a smile: "Oh, you came out. Let me tell you, I just went to spy on the enemy!"

"Enemy?!"

"Longbottom! You can never imagine that that guy is actually practicing the Flashing Curse now." Draco said: "I don't know what is so good about this. He wants to kill people with the Flashing Curse?"

"Are you sure it's the glitter spell?"

"I don't know, I was eavesdropping outside. He has been practicing and talking very fast." Draco explained.

"Then you have to be careful." Harry smiled.

"What do you mean?" Draco was confused.

"Probably practicing the speed of casting spells," Harry explained, then raised Hagrid's wand.

"Listen if it sounds like this. I have been forcing myself to recite the incantation faster."

"Fluorescent flash——"

The next moment, successive rays of light flew toward the training dummy, like a series of explosive bombs.

"So?" Draco opened his mouth. Although he was a little surprised by Harry's casting speed, it seemed that it was of no use.

Just a flash spell.

"Speed, accuracy! This is a matter of hand-eye-mind coordination. During training, the flash spell is naturally the most effective." Harry explained, and then waved his wand again.

"Watch out, five balls of fire!"

After saying that, Harry waved his wand again, and five flames quickly flew out from the tip of the wand.

The dummy's head and limbs ignited flames accurately, and thick smoke quickly emitted, turning into a burnt brown.

"This..." Draco felt a little bit sour in his teeth. He thought about these five flames and determined that he would not be able to avoid them at his own speed.

"Damn it!!" He cursed secretly and continued to practice.

Harry made room for him, but he didn't care too much, just feeling the wand carefully.

It doesn't quite match me. Perhaps I still have to find Hagrid to experience it for myself as to how well it can be repaired.

By the way, he should also go to the Forbidden Forest to find an uninhabited land.

Great for hiding your Animagus potions.

There are only three days left until January.

After it was over, it was time to go find the retired batter from Azkaban.

In the evening, Harry came to Hagrid's hut.

As soon as he saw him, Hagrid warmly welcomed him into the house.

"It's still a bit cold in the spring evening, isn't it? Look, you're wearing so little." Hagrid put the oily unicorn blanket around him.

"You haven't eaten yet, I'm just making soup." He walked to a huge crucible and filled it with thick broth.

"Oh no, Hagrid, I've eaten, thank you." Harry refused quickly, and then revealed his purpose: "I came for this, the wand!"

With that said, Harry took out the huge wand.

Seeing this, Hagrid quickly put down the big bowl in his hand, walked over and picked it up carefully.

"That's great, Harry!" he exclaimed. "Can I try it?"

"Um...of course." Harry nodded, and then looked around uncertainly. The old sofa...the windows looked like they would blow away in the wind.

"Um... Hagrid, how about we go outside and try? I'm not sure I've fixed it."

"Yeah, okay. Let's go outside and try." Hagrid nodded in agreement, and he and Harry came to the door and aimed at the melon field.

"What spell do you want to try?"

"The curse...I don't know, I used to just...follow my own ideas."

As he spoke, Hagrid pointed his wand at the watermelon vine that had just sprouted buds.

"Grow up quickly!"

The next moment, the vines quickly grew thicker and stronger, and then... continued to grow thicker and stronger...

"Um..." Harry had actually never heard of this spell. Although there were many similar ones, he really hadn't heard of this spell very often.

"Successful!" Hagrid looked delighted.

"Did this succeed?" Harry looked at Hagrid in surprise.

Hagrid smiled heartily: "Although the fruit did not grow as I thought, the watermelon produced by this vine will not be small by then, right?"

"All right."

Afterwards, the two tried several magic spells many times, but these melons and vines suffered.

Hagrid tried to grow a watermelon again, but when it was half grown, the watermelon suddenly exploded, spewing out a pool of smelly water.

Then Hagrid stared at his hoe again, wanting him to help him cultivate the land automatically, but the hoe flew up and ran towards the Forbidden Forest.

In the end, he was very satisfied - Harry didn't even know what Hagrid was satisfied with!

Hagrid was very satisfied and even set his sights on Fang!

Finally, after Harry's various persuasion, he finally accepted his decision.

Yaya was now resting on Harry's body, trembling all over.

As night fell, Harry also learned about the territory of the Forbidden Forest from Hagrid, put on his invisibility cloak, and sneaked into it.

After walking for about twenty minutes, he arrived at Noble's territory.

The little dragon was very happy to see him. He rushed over with his fangs and mouth wide open, and his head pointed towards him with a huge sharp horn.

After comforting the little guy, he got down to business.

Under the leadership of the little guy, Harry quickly picked a good location, in a bear cave whose original owner had been eaten by Norbert, and began to arrange the formation.

Just to be sure!