Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

The selection was over, and Harry undoubtedly got the position of Seeker. Gard acted as a peacemaker when Marcus was in unbearable pain, and settled the matter so that he could not take it back.

Or, he could forcefully retract the decision.

But if you do this, it is one thing to lose face. It is also equivalent to denying what Gard said that "bludger attacks are normal."

At that time, he suspected that he had more than just a stomachache today.

Watching Marcus being helped away by a group of people, Harry placed the shooting star on the ground.

"You have to see if he wants it," Harry said, in response to what Draco had just said.

Draco looked confused, looked around, and raised his head to look at the audience stage, but he didn't see anyone.

"What do you want? Does this broom belong to that friend of yours? The one who wants you to join the team?"

Draco never knew who "that friend" Harry was talking about now.

"Yes, 'he' refers to that friend, but... well, don't look around!" Harry quickly interrupted Draco.

"He's right here, right in front of your eyes," Harry said.

At this moment, Draco suddenly discovered that the broom actually stood up, standing beside Harry in a daze.

There was an unabashedly ridiculous look on his face: "Wait... No, you are kidding me!"

Just as he was talking, he saw the twigs under the broom move, and leaned towards Draco.

"No! Potter, stop making trouble!"

Then he saw the broom handle suddenly bent down.

?

What is this, a bow?

Why don't you face me head on?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the bent broom handle suddenly and suddenly swept towards him.

There was a snap, and Draco screamed.

Harry gasped, tutted and shook his head.

This stick is really not light.

Draco rubbed his thighs with one hand and jumped away, grinning at the broom.

Then he saw the broom handle swinging over again, like a big sword striking vertically.

"don't want!!"

He quickly put his hands in front of him, and Harry was also startled.

Snapped--

"Eh?"

Draco opened his closed eyes and looked uncertainly at the broom handle that fell in his palm.

"Oh, it seems...my friend should have forgiven you, after collecting the interest just now." Harry nodded suddenly.

"Interest?" Draco looked at Harry uncertainly.

"Potter, no, stop making trouble. It's really not you who is using some magic spell to cause trouble? A broom..."

Just as he was talking, the meteor in his hand suddenly vibrated and started to struggle. During this struggle, Draco almost instinctively held on tighter, only to be dragged down and staggered.

"Etc., etc--"

He said hurriedly, but before he could react, his feet left the ground.

"Wait - I'm sorry -"

In just a blink of an eye, he flew into the air. Harry looked at Draco from below, involuntarily...

"Wow!"

He sighed in admiration.

However, he soon saw that Draco was convulsed for some reason, as if he wanted to imitate the trick he had just done by flipping onto the broom.

Then it fell down unsurprisingly.

"Meteor!" Harry shouted quickly.

A flash of yellow flashed across the sky.

At the same time, Draco, who was high in the air, suddenly thought of the scene a year ago, during his first flying lesson.

Suddenly and unconsciously, my mind recalled my evaluation of this stupid behavior last year.

What is it... a big fool or something...

Suddenly, a strong falling inertia interrupted his review. Instinctively, his hands grabbed randomly.

When he reacted, he realized that he was already riding on the broom.

buzz-

The broom vibrated again. Draco didn't know what it meant, but for safety reasons, he still held on to the broom...

Ten minutes later, Draco, with all his hair falling back, returned to the ground contentedly.

Harry couldn't help but think that if Draco stood upside down at this moment,

Then there were three broomsticks present.

As soon as he came down, he said with a rosy face: "Potter, what I must say is that Meteor is the most! top! class! flying broomstick in the world."

"I'm sorry for what happened before." As he said that, Draco looked at Meteor with a very strange look.

Harry still didn't know how Meteor sensed the outside world, but he was sure that Meteor shuddered and then quickly returned to his side.

"Okay, let's go." He said.

Draco nodded, and the two of them walked towards the castle.

A few minutes later, Draco's figure ran back quickly on the yellow mud path on the hillside.

I forgot to pick up Nimbus 2001...

On the way back, outside the castle.

"That's Weasley? What is he doing?" The two were walking on the hillside. Draco looked at a figure who didn't know what he was doing. The man looked about the same age as them and had the iconic red hair.

Apparently Gryffindor Ron Weasley.

He looked very bad and confused at this time.

"I don't know." Harry glanced at it and didn't care too much. Apart from regular classes, the only thing he remembered about Ron was the incident at Halloween last year.

What he needs to care more about than this is the ancient magic text.

Since you have chosen to join the team because of your interest in flying, you should pay for it by studying harder on weekdays.

Ancient magic texts are his recent learning goals.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, the horizon was orange and purple, and the Forbidden Forest was always as dark as ink. A few birds flew up from the crown bushes, as if they wanted to make a picture on the orange background board.

They succeeded.

At least for Sindel, they were successful.

In her eyes, the window frame is the picture frame, and the scenes outside are the moving magic paintings presented to her by heaven and earth.

Mu En stood up, picked up a duel club notice he had just written, looked at it carefully, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, turned around: "Sindel!"

"Sindel?"

"I'm here!" The girl suddenly reacted, with a bit of embarrassment in her smile, "What's the matter?"

Seeing her like that, Mu En smiled and shook his head: "No, I won't delay you anymore. By the way, don't you plan to have a tea party with the fat ladies during the two days of the weekend?"

"No." Sindel shook her head: "I don't think it's interesting."

As she said that, she focused her eyes on the window again. It seemed that the twinkling stars in the orange-purple sky and the swaying tree crowns in the distance were much more interesting than the Fat Lady's tea party.

Mu En has heard that tea parties with the Fat Lady are what the magic paintings want to participate in most. After all, she has the most gossip in her mind, and this is the best condiment for the people in the paintings whose lives are boring.