Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The crimson train of Hogwarts emits thick white smoke and passes through the verdant land.

Bang——

The compartment door was opened, and Draco's white face appeared outside the compartment.

"Ooh, it looks a little crowded," he said.

There were four people in the compartment at this moment, Ron Neville, Harry and Hermione.

As soon as he saw him, Ron said: "Your father's mouth is indeed quite poisonous, isn't it?"

This was the first time they had met since the last Quidditch World Cup.

"Hey, what can I do?" Draco curled his lips: "I have to pretend, okay. And my dad. He is a good dad, just..."

"My dad is also a good dad." Ron looked at Draco unhappily.

Draco pursed his lips and was silent for a moment. What he had to admit was, well, what he just said was a typical excuse.

"Okay, Weasley, I apologize on my father's behalf," he said.

"Accepted." Ron nodded with satisfaction.

Hermione suddenly said: "Then that one is also pretending?"

"Which one?" Draco shrugged.

"House elf," Hermione said.

"Why are you pretending?" Draco looked confused: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Do you really think that letting him serve you is a great gift to him?"

"What else? If I let it get out of this house today, it might even commit suicide." Draco said disdainfully: "This is a house elf. No, you really don't understand?"

"Oh, according to you, serving you is still a happy event that makes him happy?" Hermione said.

"No, no, no." Draco shook his finger: "I make him happy so that he can be happy. A house elf has no right to talk about whether he is happy or not."

"What's the point?" Hermione's eyes widened, and then she looked around at the others.

"Don't you guys want to say something?"

Draco smiled: "House elves are creatures that wizards have spent hundreds of years training, and they are no different from owls. Why, do you still want to pay your own owl a salary and give it a holiday?" ?”

"But they can talk and think." Hermione said loudly.

Draco opened his mouth one after another, covering his forehead with his hands, and his eyes that were blocked from the front couldn't stop winking at the others.

"Okay. If you really have an idea, why not go to Hogwarts to cause trouble? There are many house elves there." Draco finally said: "If you are brave, try going to the kitchen and saying You have to pay them wages, and then you see if they scold you.

And because you are a wizard, you have to change to another one - for example, an elf, a centaur, etc. If it is these beings who say, 'I helped you get a salary at Hogwarts. ’ Just wait and see whether these guys will be torn apart by those house elves. "

Hermione frowned, wanting to say something else

Draco's eyes quickly fell on a maroon velvet dress. The skirt had huge ruffles at the neckline and looked a little moldy, as did the neckline.

He pointed his finger on it and quickly changed the subject: "Why did you put your skirt on the table?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere became awkward.

"This is mine." Ron said angrily, "This is an evening dress."

"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby." Draco sat down and looked towards Hermione: "Crookshanks, come and give your brother a hug."

"ha--"

"Okay, blind guy." Draco didn't mind.

"How do I know why my mother prepared this for me?" Ron yelled, "I wanted to throw it away, but my mother said it would be used this year."

As he said that, he looked at the others: "Don't you have any?"

"Um" Harry pushed up his glasses: "I do have a few formal attires suitable for dinner parties. But there are really no court attires from the Baroque era."

Neville was also a little embarrassed and nodded along with Harry's words.

"It seems that someone is going to wear this thing to the banquet. Oh, I can recommend some strong men to you to be your dance partners then."

"Shut up." Ron threw the evening dress aside: "Where did our school dinner come from?"

"It seems that some people don't know yet." Draco looked at the others.

Hermione was a little hesitant and said, "Professor Jones did get me some gifts when I went out to watch David Bowie's concert with my father. They looked like clothes."

As she said that, her eyes fell on Harry.

Ron spoke from the side: "Charlie also said that something happened this year. Bill said that this year would be an unforgettable year, and he also said that he would ask for leave then." He turned his attention to Neville: "Do you know?"

Neville shook his head and explained, "My uncle did bring me a set of clothes, but he didn't say what they were about."

"Okay." Draco spread his hands and said with a somewhat proud tone, "It seems you are not well-informed enough."

"The Triwizard Tournament will be restarted this year - right at Hogwarts!"

"What game?" Ron was confused.

Hogwarts banquet hall at night.

With the end of the sorting, Peeves appeared on the Slytherin table.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to show up here." Someone said with a frown.

"I'm Lord Peeves, I can go wherever I want."

Draco saw the conversation over there and frowned: "This guy was never allowed to enter the banquet before."

"Why?" Harry hadn't noticed this before.

"It's hard to change his nature." Draco said: "It is said that when Barrow was still here, Peeves always stood up to enter here. Maybe it's because Barrow is gone--"

As he was talking, Peeves seemed to have heard the words here, floated over, dug his hand into the cake, and a ball of cream was caught in his hand, which other ghosts could not do.

"The one from the Malfoy family, what are you mumbling to the great Peeves behind his back?"

Just when Peeves was about to show his power, a figure came through the wall outside the hall.

"Peeves," Sindel said, flew over directly and grabbed Peeves' ears.

"Are you going to make trouble? Do you know how much effort I put into convincing other ghosts to believe in you?"

"My ears are going to break, stop pulling me." Peeves waved his feet in the air, looking uncomfortable.

In fact, Peeves only needed to fly high. He knew that Sindel was a decent ghost who could only walk, but he couldn't do it. Even if he could escape now, he couldn't escape for long.

Sindel seemed to have the same characteristics as him. Compared with Barrow, she had more suppression power over Peeves.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, how is your vacation?"

"Very good, Miss Sindel, thank you for your concern." Harry nodded, and then faced Sindel's burning eyes, and quickly added again: "Everything is-all good."

"Okay." Sindel smiled and left with Peeves.

"Is this the ghost of Slytherin?" A childish voice appeared diagonally opposite Harry. He was a new student this year and looked at Harry timidly. After noticing Harry's gaze, he added, "Sir Potter."

"Sir."

How can a first-year student know this title?

Harry really begs, begs those lower grades to call him that again.

"This is Professor Jones's assistant." Harry said, "If you have anything about Defense Against the Dark Arts in the future, you can find her."

"Okay, Sir." The little wizard nodded repeatedly.

Draco elbowed Harry and motioned him to look across.

Hermione put her hands on her chest, which was completely different from the classmates who were enjoying the food around her.

"What the hell is this?" He whispered.

"I don't know either." Harry was a little confused.

"Hunger strike to protest against house elves?" Draco pulled the corner of his mouth: "This is really... weird."

Then he turned his head and looked at Harry: "You didn't help me speak in the car?"

Harry also looked at him.

Just when Draco thought Harry was going to express some insightful opinions, he heard Harry say lightly: "Do you think I'm not afraid?"

"."

"Okay." Draco shook his head helplessly: "It seems that we can only pray that she will quickly forget about this damn house elf."

"Maybe," Harry said, "Anyway, I just hope that every time she mentions this topic, it's to trouble you, not me."

"Damn guy." Draco said unhappily.

"But it doesn't matter, since the famous Mr. Scarhead has become a coward, I naturally have no psychological burden."

After dinner, Dumbledore stood up.

"Aha, a happy holiday is over." Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we are all full and satisfied, I must ask for your attention again. I have a few announcements to make." "First, let's talk about the changes in faculty. I think everyone knows that our Professor Remus Lupin has gone to participate in a more important job, and when he left, he also recommended a new professor of magical creatures for us. I am very happy to announce here-Rubeau Hagrid, in addition to being the guard of the Forbidden Forest, has agreed to become the professor of magical creatures." Hagrid stood up and waved his hands happily in the applause. Harry could see the tears of joy flashing in the corners of his eyes. There was no such joy below. Some people took a breath and some opened their mouths wide. But the applause was still very warm. After the applause, Dumbledore spoke again:

"Mr. Filch, the castle keeper, wanted me to tell you that this year, there are several more items that are prohibited in the castle. They are Screaming Bludgers. Students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest, and Hogsmeade Village. Students below the third grade are not allowed to visit."

"I am also very sorry to tell you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

The castle was excited, and the noisy voices drowned out the sound of rain and thunder on the transparent dome above. They all opened their mouths and stared at Dumbledore silently, as if they were too surprised to speak.

"Because a large event will start in October and last throughout the school year, it will take up a lot of teachers' time and energy-but I believe that you will all have a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce to you that this year, Hogwarts will be honored to host a very exciting event in the next few months. This event has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held in Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding!" Fred yelled.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mention joking, I did hear a very interesting joke about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all went into the same pub..."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly

In the guest of honor seat, Moon was toasting with Hagrid.

Hagrid was quietly wiping his tears with the tablecloth at this time. He said excitedly: "I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time."

"You deserve it." Muen said: "Well, of course, the premise is that you don't forget the advice Lupin gave you."

"Affirmative." Hagrid said: "I tried my best to do this job well. Lupin suggested that I don't do something too dangerous.

Just like I planned to show Norbert at the beginning, but Lupin directly denied this idea, and I listened to it."

Muen was a little embarrassed and quickly agreed: "Yes, Lupin is very professional in this regard. I usually ask him a lot of tips on how to get effective lectures that children like. You should also ask more."

"Yes, yes." Hagrid nodded and drank a whole cup of beer in one breath.

The news of the Triwizard Tournament made everyone agitated, especially Dumbledore said-because someone didn't want his game to be overshadowed by a stupid event, so he made some very interesting adjustments to the content and schedule of the Triwizard Tournament.

Many people turned their attention to Muen, but soon someone refuted that Professor Jones was not that irritable, and would not use such rude words as "stupid competition".

But it seemed that no one else was there.