Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Two weeks later, at night, in the research room.

呲呲——

A poisonous mist emanated from the snake staff, seemingly conscious, and climbed towards Harry's hand, dividing his clothes and corroding his skin.

The next moment, he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand.

"Fire Spirit Bodyguard——"

The flames swept across, clinging to his arms, fighting against the poisonous mist. The kitten made of flames stepped on his shoulders and made a threatening "ha" sound towards the poisonous mist.

After a while, the poisonous mist was gradually offset.

"Ah, failed again." Harry lowered his arms, letting the pus and blood flow to the ground, trying his best to be calm.

Only the brow that twitched from time to time expressed the pain on his arm.

"Don't worry." Mu En's voice sounded.

He lowered his head to the desk and never looked back. He just kept doing calculations and analysis.

"Get me a glass of water."

"Okay." Harry hurriedly waved his wand and filled him with the energy potion.

Then Mu En waved a parchment scroll again.

"[Endless Energy] Convert the rune in the fourth summary of the third block into this, and then you can get off work today."

"Okay." Harry nodded repeatedly, took out a fresh bandage, and bandaged himself hurriedly.

"Well, let's take a day off tomorrow." He glanced at Harry's injuries.

Now it was Harry's turn to be surprised. Although the scar was a bit serious, he really didn't want to stop his current research.

My progress is amazing every day, especially the feeling of progress is much more real than studying hard by myself.

"Why?" he asked quickly.

"The duel competition starts tomorrow." Mu En said.

"Oh, it turns out this is... what?"

"What?" Mu En turned to look at him, holding the cup and leaning on the sofa.

"I seem to have forgotten to sign up." Harry murmured, then shook his head: "Forget it, just forget it."

"Yes." Mu En nodded indifferently, holding the cup and walking out.

"After you finish your work, go and rest."

"Okay." Harry nodded and watched Moon leave the research room.

It wasn't until the room was empty that he banged his head in frustration: "Damn it, why did you forget such an important thing?"

This is not a big deal.

It's just that people understandably want to have some hobbies.

For example, he wants to collect all the golden belts.

As for now, I can only say that if you want to think about it, think about it carefully.

I didn’t even sign up, so there’s no chance.

It was also impossible for him to go to Uncle Mu En and ask him to add his name to the duel roster.

Don't have that face

He finished his work with a grimace, and was exploded by the release of endless energy. He returned to the lounge with a grimace in both a psychological and physical sense.

In the Slytherin common room.

"What?" Draco raised the corner of his mouth when he heard the news, and said with great sadness: "Did you really not sign up?"

"Really." Harry nodded helplessly, took out a medicine bottle from his bag and washed his face.

"Barbados rubber?" Draco looked at him in shock: "You wipe your face with this thing?"

"It is one of the main raw materials of quick-acting hair smoothing agent." Harry just said calmly: "Also, why do I feel that you want to laugh so much in your tone?"

"No, I feel miserable for what happened to you." Draco said, and then tried to ask: "Have you tried to ask Professor Jones to add your own name to it?"

"This method is not possible."

"I knew it," Draco said.

"You sound really happy," Harry said.

"I really didn't," Draco defended.

Harry wiped his face, rubbed his shoulders, made a snapping sound, and walked towards the dormitory.

"Let it go, you don't think that without me, you can look forward to the golden belt."

As soon as these words came out, Draco's expression suddenly became angry, and he began to chatter as he walked.

"What are you talking about! Do you think I know everything like you and am not good at anything? I am a master of transformation. If you compare with me, you are looking for the wrong person."

Unfortunately, Harry was already sleepy and just wanted to sleep. He took off his shirt, revealing his strong body. His chest muscles were getting fuller and his muscles were clearly defined.

At the same time, Draco's words stopped abruptly.

As he said that, he suddenly saw Harry's left arm.

"Oh my God." His eyes gradually became horrified, as if he had seen something impossible.

What appeared in front of him at this moment, in addition to a strong body that he envied, was a golden sun-like ring decoration on the shoulder of Harry's left arm, shining brightly. Outside the golden ring, there was a circle of flames. pattern.

Three long tongues of fire are derived from the ring. If you look carefully, you can see that they are fine runes one by one. The tongues of fire penetrate the entire arm, twisting from the elbow, all the way to the front of the wrist, and then gather in the palm of the hand. .

"Aren't you afraid that Professor Jones will beat you to death?"

Harry was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Professor Jones designed it for me."

"What?" Draco looked at Harry in disbelief.

"Idiot." Harry glanced at him and lay on the bed minding his own business.

"This is alchemy, but I'm not lying to you. The structure of the Vulcan Curse was improved by Professor Jones for me."

"This" Draco looked at Harry, rarely speechless.

"You guys are so lucky."

"Yeah." Harry nodded, turned over, and stopped looking at Draco.

After a while, when Draco left, Harry turned around and looked at the ceiling.

‘Of course I know I’m lucky.’

At the opening ceremony of the duel tournament the next day, the speeches were still brief. Neither Dumbledore nor Moon liked to waste the time of these little wizards by talking a series of nonsense at length.

Even the officials of the Ministry of Magic who were present were not introduced at all.

Only the sharp-eyed little wizards discovered those senior officials, and then began to spread their origins and identities by word of mouth.

Scrimgeour looked at the little witch who was singing below with some reminiscence, and sighed: “Hogwarts now always feels more lively.”

“That’s right.” Another person agreed.

“Yeah.” Moon just nodded dryly, and couldn’t help thinking in his mind whether it would affect Peeves’ state if the children’s active thinking was released.

Uh. Recently, my mind has been filled with thoughts about the soul.

“When my daughter comes here to school, she will definitely love it.” Scrimgeour said.

"She's still early." said another.

The opening ceremony lasted nearly two hours and ended successfully at noon. There were so many performances that everyone in Hogwarts remembered the name of the "Not-So-Magic Club".