Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"who do you think You Are?"

"Who am I?" Harry looked at the person who spoke, with confusion on his face, and his voice was soft and clear.

It seemed that he heard a very stupid question.

The answer appeared in everyone's mind.

"Slytherin has won eight consecutive Academy Cups. Many of the students who have graduated from here have become famous in the wizarding world. You can't deny it with just a few words."

Harry turned his head slightly, leaned on the sofa, and crossed his arms.

"for example?"

"For example...for example..."

"Like Voldemort?" Harry said lightly.

All kinds of strange expressions appeared in the audience, grinning, or suddenly falling over, or choking and coughing.

Harry's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little happy... Voldemort, your name is really useful.

"Well, no celebrities! What's your glory?" Harry asked instead.

"Welfare has always been one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families." Someone said calmly.

"In this school, if I throw ten bricks downstairs, I can kill twenty people related to the twenty-eight pure-blood families." Harry smiled, no longer the same smile as before, but without any concealment. With a contemptuous laugh.

The sound was not loud, but no one made a sound in the lounge, and it was quiet so far, so it was still so harsh.

“It never occurred to me that anyone would use this as bragging rights.

Honestly, I'm very proud of my last name, and I'm sure you are too, and that's kudos! "

Harry's words relaxed the atmosphere slightly again.

"But I never look at it as something to brag about."

As he spoke, he straightened up a little.

"Excellent people never respect their bloodline, bloodline and family, but they will be proud of outstanding people.

This is my personal opinion. I don’t know how many people think so..."

Draco glanced at Harry and felt regretful in his heart. It seemed that Harry was still lacking in this aspect. Such simple words would not really work...

? ?

I saw many people in Slytherin exchanging glances with friends and acquaintances, or showing sneers.

It seems to be saying: "Yes, I have thought so for a long time." "Do you still need to say this? I have always thought so!"

Draco turned around in confusion and looked at Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

Crabbe whispered to Draco: "Draco, I think it makes sense."

……

"That makes sense..." Draco nodded awkwardly.

"As for the Academy Cup..." Harry continued: "Without Professor Snape's favoritism, would you really have won the Academy Cup?"

Harry had actually always been confused about this point, even at the end of last semester.

But at that time... everyone was very happy, after all, the holiday was here...

Now, he said it without any scruples. This may be too straightforward, but he is really not unhappy about it!

"College Cup, do you rely on such means? I think many people have been looking forward to a real game. This is the meaning of the game, isn't it?"

As soon as he mentioned this, McCeery became furious and looked at Flint fiercely.

I really want to hit him! !

Not only him, but also several people in the team showed unhappy expressions at this time.

"So what, victory and glory go to Slytherin, that's enough?" A sixth grader stood up and said.

"Glory or a joke...who knows." Harry looked at him.

Finally, someone took this step and stood in front of him.

"Are you going to deny those trophies?" The man smiled contemptuously and sat opposite Harry, calmly.

"Are trophies important? How about I contact Diagon Alley and order two for you this Christmas?" Harry smiled half-heartedly.

The two people's eyes intertwined, and different ideas collided, rubbed, and sparked.

"I think the awards accumulated over thousands of years at Hogwarts still have some gold content."

Harry laughed: "How valuable is it? You said it is?"

"Well, let's take a gamble." Harry said instead.

"What are you betting on?" the man asked.

"I made a batch of questionnaires about Slytherin and the various awards in the house to see what people in other houses think of Slytherin and the House Cup." Harry said.

"Of course." He raised a smile, full of confidence.

"Perhaps in your opinion, Slytherin wins the House Cup every year, so the House Cup is not that powerful. But you ignore the efforts of the Slytherins!

The facts will tell you how precious Slytherin's glory over the years is."

Harry's movements suddenly froze...how did this guy...said these words...

"Maybe." Harry smiled and didn't want to argue anymore. He would just look at the facts when the time came.

He didn't believe that after so many years of Slytherin's operation, the credibility of the Academy Cup and Quidditch could still be so high!

"Where's the bet?" the man began to ponder.

"What bet do you want?" Harry looked at him.

"If you lose, how about you walk up to the guest table during dinner and tap dance while shouting that you're a stupid guy." He said with amusement in his eyes.

However, the next moment, I was shocked!

"Okay." Harry nodded simply without caring.

"Then this is my request." As he said that, he looked around at everyone.

"My request is simple, if I win, the Slytherin common room password.

From now on, pure-blood arguments are prohibited! ! "

"What?" "What's the point!"

Draco stood up: "Harry, you...this bet is completely unfair!"

The big snake shook its head and made a menacing hiss. An inexplicable emotion spread quickly, and the noisy lounge became quiet again.

"How?" Harry looked at everyone.

"What's wrong with pure blood theory?" someone retorted.

Just as Harry was about to speak, he suddenly realized that what he was going to say next was no longer a provocation to these guys, but a true message that would spread behind these guys and into their families.

Inexplicably, that afternoon a year ago, the words in the corridor on the fifth floor rang in his ears again.

"Thanks…"

He couldn't help but murmured softly.

"Thank you for giving me the confidence!"

Draco leaned closer, unable to hear clearly, and then saw the smile on Harry's face.

He stood up, and the big snake squirmed, following his movements, surrounding and guarding him.

"Because only pet dogs and cats can count on bloodline!!"

This sentence caused as much shock to these little wizards as when Harry read Voldemort's name just now.

In terms of external performance, it is even more turbulent.

The entire lounge exploded, and the fish outside the window seemed to feel the atmosphere and fled quickly.