Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In a blink of an eye, a week passed quickly.

Because there were so many warriors participating in the competition and reporters from all over the world came in droves, Dumbledore had to keep the interview time unified on the weekend.

On the first floor of Hogwarts, in a small classroom on the left side of the entrance hall, the Slytherin warriors looked at each other and greeted reporters one by one.

They were the second batch, and these reporters had just finished interviewing the Gryffindor warriors.

Draco humbly told the reporter of the Magic Newspaper that although he was only in the fourth grade, his academic performance had always been among the best, and he would definitely work hard to get a good grade.

At the same time, he also introduced his surname in detail, which came from the twenty-eight sacred families with a long history.

Harry looked at the woman standing in front of him awkwardly, facing the cunning and aggressive sharp eyes.

This was the first time Harry faced Rita Skeeter directly. He didn't know how to describe the other party's eyes. It seemed that he was always looking at and examining every target that appeared in front of her 24 hours a day.

She wore exaggerated makeup, and even put a mole on her lips to pretend to be sexy. She carried a pink leather bag.

"Okay, Potter, don't be nervous." Rita took out parchment and an automatic shorthand quill from her bag.

She looked at Harry expectantly: "I have to ask in advance, do you mind if I use my usual exaggerated method?"

"Well, as long as it is not particularly leading, of course." Harry nodded, he knew what Rita was afraid of.

"Very good, you are really generous." Rita's hand was quick, and she pinched Harry's face: "You are really young, the youngest batch of warriors."

As she said, the shorthand quill began to record: "Genius boy, three-power warriors-Harry Potter."

"I think you must have some pressure, facing opponents who are stronger and more knowledgeable in magic than you at such an age." Rita began to ask.

"It's OK." Harry said easily, "In fact, for me, I just treat this as a leisure game, and I don't have the mindset of having to win. Compared with the competition, my personal focus is still on my studies."

Swish, swish, swish--

The feather pen began to record.

"Facing the questions from reporters, Harry Potter directly said that this game was just a game for him, and there was no pressure, and said that facing these people did not require too much effort."

"I saw it." Harry pointed to the content on the parchment.

"Oh, this." Rita showed the parchment and explained, "It's just some polishing."

"The meaning is completely different." Harry said with certainty.

"Okay, okay." Rita suddenly felt bored and erased the content on it.

Then, she asked two simple questions and went to other people.

Click——

"Oh, Potter, is your interview over?" Professor Flitwick pushed open the door and saw Harry who had just stood up: "Come here, we are going to check the wand."

"Okay."

Harry walked out of the house and saw Hermione standing in front of a hunched old man.

"Ah, vine wood, made of dragon nerves, nine and three-quarters inches, am I right? It's a beautiful wand. I still remember that when you picked it, the books in my bedroom kept hitting my door."

"Yes, sir." Hermione nodded beside him.

"No problem, this wand is great, I wish you a good place with it." Ollivander returned the wand to Hermione.

At the same time, the two also noticed Harry who was walking over.

"Mr. Potter, it's nice to see you again."

"Phoenix feather." Harry handed the wand to Ollivander.

"Ah, you remember, many people only use wands as tools, and don't remember these. But if it's you, Mr. Potter, then everything is acceptable."

"."

It's just because of Voldemort that I remember it.

Harry was a little speechless, turned to look at Hermione: "What questions were you interviewed about?"

"Some irrelevant things were asked." Hermione said: "But I tried to talk about the concept of house elves during the interview."

"Ah?"

"Yes, newspapers are very important media, right." Hermione nodded seriously, as if she wanted to see a sign of approval from Harry's face.

"What did the person who interviewed you say?" Harry said calmly.

"She wrote it down, and I can only pray that it can really be published in the newspaper."

"Okay." Harry nodded, and at the same time, Ollivander handed the wand back.

He looked a little strange, and said, "Mr. Potter, there is nothing wrong with the wand, but it's really strange, it's too new. It doesn't look like a four-year-old wand."

Harry took the wand and explained, "Maybe it's well maintained, it looks younger."

"I think so." Ollivander nodded, and took the wand of the person behind him and began to check.

After a while, all the wands of the group passed the inspection, and after taking formal photos with the professors, Draco played with the wand in his hand boredly.

He suddenly had an idea: "Why don't we go find Hagrid."

"That's fine." Harry thought about it, and it seemed that he hadn't gone to see Hagrid for more than two weeks.

I just hope that those skrewts have almost eaten each other up. The last time they went there, they were all scared by that thing.

"Oh, right!" Hermione suddenly reacted: "I haven't invited Hagrid to join our association yet. If it were him, he would definitely support me!"

As she said that, she waved her hand and ran directly towards the castle: "Wait for me a moment, I'll be right away."

Draco squatted on the grass, supporting his head with one hand and twirling his wand on the ground with the other.

"Even Hagrid is unlikely to join."

Sure enough, when they arrived at Hagrid's hut, Hagrid also found this matter ridiculous.

And he is not like Harry and Draco, who will take care of each other's emotions in such 'little things'. Hagrid is a carefree guy.

"Sorry, I refuse. Their nature is to serve wizards." He gently returned the badge to Hermione: "But I can give you two Sickles to support your career!"

Seeing that Hermione seemed to want to say something else, Draco decisively changed the subject: "Hagrid, you must be very busy recently."

Hagrid nodded: "Oh, yes, teaching, and taking care of those Blast-Ended Skrewts."

"What else?" Draco continued to ask.

"What else? Hagrid thought about it, and the other thing is to help Mu En in the Forbidden Forest - oh, I can't talk about this!"

Draco's face showed a satisfied smile.

"No, it's okay. We already know Professor Jones's arrangement in the Forbidden Forest." He said calmly.

"Really?" Hagrid was a little confused: "Did you also tell you about those cards?"

"Cards? What cards?"

"Ah, naughty boy." Only then did Hagrid react: "You want to trick me, don't you?!"

Draco began to think in his mind, and he said no more. Hagrid was already alert and would not say anything else. He was already satisfied with the news.

"Hagrid, what is this?" Harry changed the subject, and what appeared in his hand was an empty cologne bottle.

The bottle is still new, but the perfume inside is gone.

"Oh, this!" Hagrid took the bottle back nervously, and then suddenly thought of something.

He stood up from the sofa, his back straighter than ever before, and he hit the ceiling directly, catching some cobwebs on it.

"Harry, how about me?" He tugged on his clothes.

"Oh." Harry nodded: "Well, you're not wearing that big robe anymore. I know, I noticed it during class. So this - oh!!"

As Harry spoke, he suddenly took a breath of cold air.

"Hagrid, you-you want a date?!" he said in disbelief.

"Oh, no." Hagrid waved his hands nervously: "We haven't reached the stage of dating yet. We are just chatting. We are still in the stage of getting to know each other."

"Madame Maxime?" Harry asked bluntly.

"How do you know?" Hagrid's surprised voice caused a lot of dust to fall from the ceiling.

"Intuition," Harry said.

Hagrid scratched his head, shyness appearing on his rough face: "You are so sharp."

"You're so sharp!" Draco opened his mouth wide.

"Anyway, what do you think?" Hagrid said again: "This, uh, dress of mine."

"Hmm" Harry thought for a moment, then looked at Draco. Hagrid was wearing a fluffy brown suit. It was not originally so velvety, but the entire surface was pilled.

The collar is matched with a yellow and orange plaid pattern tie. Although it does not match the coat, it is still very short. On him, it is the length of a scarf.

But that wasn't the worst, he had apparently tried to straighten his hair out, using a lot of machine oil and stuff like that. Now his hair was slicked back into two bunches - yes, two bunches! Maybe he wanted to tie a ponytail, but there was too much hair.

"Okay, let's get out first," Harry said.

The group of people came outside the door, and Hagrid stood tall. Harry and Draco thought for a moment and decided to let Hagrid wash his face and trim his beard first.

"Oh, no!" Hagrid resisted: "Where's my big beard."

"No, Hagrid, we need to trim our beards, not shave them all off." Harry explained for a while: "Anyway, we can't let those short beards go unchecked, right?

And then you have to get a coat, Hagrid, you're too roomy, which means you can't hang just such a short coat.

What do you think about Vikings wearing braids in their beards? "

Some days later, Draco focused his attention on the 'card'.

But he couldn't find a clue.

Hermione's words were indeed reported, those ideas about house elves. And the person who reported it was Rita Skeeter.

"Hermione Granger is undoubtedly a special one. She is a rare fourth-year warrior and the only girl among them. She has an extraordinary sense of humor and relaxation.

When we were talking, she didn't feel any pressure. On the contrary, she told us a joke about house elves gracefully, which successfully made everyone laugh. "

Hermione was so angry after seeing this report that she didn't even have the heart to correct Harry's wrong behavior of not paying attention to the history of magic.

Time was running faster and faster, and Harry had to hurry up.

Starting from this year, he gradually shifted his focus and began to sit in the back row in the History of Magic and Arithmetic Divination classes. He had already learned these courses, so he decided to reuse this time to carry out his own additional learning and calculations.

Just as he was immersed in the vast knowledge of biological alchemy and was ready to try to shape a completely independent individual on his own.

The competition day is approaching!