Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Harry became almost entirely a spectator, but not entirely, and Jordan invited him to take on the role of commentator.

Jordan has jokes and is very articulate. Everyone is willing to listen to his hosting. He has a distinctive style and can always make everyone laugh.

But when it came to explaining the battle, he was a little out of his depth, especially when facing senior battles. He couldn't understand the methods at all, and could only describe the effects of the spell in a dry manner. Even sometimes, the result of the battle would come out before he finished speaking, and he could only say half of the words, and then quickly switch the subject of his narrative.

Harry was a little confused when he received the invitation.

However, under Mu En's suggestion, he agreed.

Mu En no longer assigned additional study tasks to him, at least for the time being. Apart from school courses, she only needed to study with him how to peel out the soul.

The rest of the time will be allocated to him. Commenting on the game was a 'way of relaxation' that Mu En suggested to Harry.

The pace of the game was fast, and Cedric showed his almost dominant strength. In fact, in a loose education system like Hogwarts, those with independent learning ability will gradually take the lead from the beginning of the lower grades. By senior year it became a complete crush.

It's like two people running at different speeds. As time goes by, a huge gap in strength will gradually appear between them.

Previously, almost no one noticed this fact.

It wasn't until the duel competition brought magic to the stage that a competitive model emerged.

The powerful strength forged by the sweat of those who worked hard was fully revealed.

Amaze all little wizards.

In the third grade competition, the performance of Hermione and others could be said to be boring.

Except for Ron, the remaining three, Hermione, Draco and Neville, encountered almost no obstacles.

But apart from them, it’s not like there are no others.

Mike Caterence from Ravenclaw is still going strong.

This is last year's fourth place, a strong one from Ravenclaw.

In last year's duel competition, he and Draco had a battle, but in the end they missed one move and failed to make it into the top three.

Obviously, this is a wizard with the ability to learn independently, and his abilities are even at the level of a regular fifth or sixth grader.

They were in the fifth and sixth grade after the combat level of the entire school increased under Mu En's guidance.

Among the entire third grade, Draco was undoubtedly the one who stood out the most.

As Slytherin's only hope of winning in the third grade this year, he was given a title that Harry thought was very powerful.

【The Successor of Harry Potter】

In the two battles in the semi-finals, Draco also fully developed the characteristics of Slytherin's department.

When facing Ron, he would say condescendingly, "You have worked hard enough, but the time is too short after all. If the time is enough, maybe you are qualified to kiss my feet."

When facing Mike from Ravenclaw, Mike once returned to him the "length of effort theory" spoken by Draco.

He just said lightly: "If everything in the world is judged by sweat, then what do you need a genius like me for?"

There was almost no one who fought against Draco who was not wounded by his verbal attacks.

Also known as one of the best users of pre-match trash talk.

pity

He didn't want to say hurtful words to Hermione.

He believed that if he could speak, he would be able to make Hermione angry, but he simply didn't want to.

It has nothing to do with the scar head explained below.

It's a pity that I lost the battle with Hermione.

What he couldn't accept was that he lost to Neville.

In the end, he only got third place

The setting sun reflected the sky. Under the gaze of everyone in Hogwarts, Harry took Hermione's hand and raised it high.

"I announce that the winner of the second Hogwarts Duel Competition, the third-year golden belt is - Gryffindor, Hermione Granger!!"

"I did it." Hermione smiled happily and gave Harry a hug.

"Oh, Hermione, I know, this is worth being happy about." Harry was a little at a loss.

Only then did Hermione react, quickly let go of her hand, and looked down at the tips of her shoes.

Soon, after the final result was announced, everyone in the duel arena dispersed.

"That's great. You've achieved good results. Ron, you're in the top six. Well done." Harry said.

Seamus also came over. He was unlucky enough to meet Neville at the beginning. Otherwise, he might not have been able to go very far with his talent of casting explosive spells on everything.

pity.

Seamus hugged Ron and praised him repeatedly: "Well done, very energetic, no loss of status!"

Ron laughed awkwardly, but he was indeed happy with this result.

"Harry." Ron said after holding his breath.

"What's wrong?" Harry was talking to Hermione and turned to look at Ron.

"Well, I want to try it with you." Ron said, and then waved his hands repeatedly: "Nothing else, I just want to know your current strength so that I can set a goal for myself."

"Target?" Harry was stunned for a moment and shook his head quickly: "Ron, you are exaggerating. I am not qualified to be your target."

"I mean."

"Give it a try." Harry said: "I don't mean anything else, I just say that I think you should have a higher goal. Professor Jones said, if you ask for the top, you will get the middle, if you ask for the middle, you will get the bottom. You aim for me. , maybe he will surpass me in two days.”

"Okay, give it a try." Ron quickly ran onto the stage.

"What should I do?" Harry quickly looked at Hermione bitterly.

"Uh" Hermione also didn't know and shook her head repeatedly.

Harry looked around. He always liked to refer to Draco, an old man, for advice on things like this.

But this guy actually disappeared, just in a few minutes.

"Strange, this guy."

"Harry, are you ready?" Ron asked standing on the stage.

"Okay." Harry nodded, deciding not to pretend to fight with others on the grounds of taking care of other people's pride.

Only then can Ron be truly respected.

ten seconds later

"Come on, let's go to the Three Broomsticks, please." Harry helped Ron walk off the field.

Under the setting sun, on the teacher's seat at the highest level of the stadium.

A few little wizards clinked cups and greeted the sun on the top of the mountain, sitting or leaning against each other.

At this moment, the sunset is infinitely beautiful and the breeze is gentle. It seems that there has never been a more beautiful time than this moment.

A group of people just sat there, saying nothing.

After a moment, Neville suddenly asked: "Harry, do you think we will have another chance to do this in the future?"

No one answered.

When he turned around again, he saw that Harry was leaning back on the chair, his head hanging on Hermione's shoulder.

"Shh-" Hermione held out a finger.

"He basically only sleeps for four or five hours every day. This is the first time I've seen him like this. Just don't let him get up."

"Okay." Neville nodded and looked into the distance.

After a while, he stood up and said goodbye before leaving.

Soon, Ron and Seamus followed.

Suddenly, only two people were left in this huge and tall spectator seat.

After dinner, Draco declined Crabbe and Goyle's invitation to celebrate and returned to the lounge.

"glory"

The password sounded, and while walking in the corridor, a voice appeared in my ears.

"Oh, it would be great if it were Potter. If it were him, it would definitely not be just third place. And the first and second places would both be Gryffindors."

"Only third. To be honest, if it were Harry, the first place would definitely be ours."

"It's a pity. It can only be said that it's bad luck. After all, Malfoy is still——"

"Enough!" A roar suddenly sounded.

It's their Quidditch captain, McCleary.

"You are talking in a low voice here? How dare you say it in front of others. Only the third place, that is, shameless guys like you can speak out. If you think you can, challenge Granger and Long yourself. Barton, let’s see if you fourth- and fifth-graders who can only talk nonsense can beat others.”

"Mike, we're just telling the truth—"

tread--

With the sound of footsteps stepping out of the corridor, the person who just spoke suddenly fell silent.

Draco glanced vaguely over there, then looked at McCurry, and nodded slightly.

Then he turned around and walked towards the dormitory without saying a word.