Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

On the way back, Harry's thoughts kept racing.

There were so many things he wanted to know, and his curiosity burned like a flame, making his heart itch unbearably.

At the same time, I also felt a kind of pressure.

Apparently I squeezed too much work into myself.

"Glory comes first——"

The door to the lounge opened slowly. He was trying to find a place to make some plans before returning to the dormitory. Unexpectedly, a familiar person was already sitting in the lounge.

Only this one person.

He lay on the single sofa, crossed his legs, put his hands on the armrests, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Are you asleep?" Harry whispered in surprise, his voice echoing in the slightly empty lounge.

"I was thinking about something." Draco opened his eyes, and then asked impatiently: "What happened? Dumbledore asked you to go to the office in the middle of the night?"

"To be precise, not Mr. Dumbledore." Harry replied: "Mr. Jones."

"It makes sense." Draco nodded. Being able to call someone in the middle of the night was indeed something Mr. Jones was better at.

"So what did you say?" he asked curiously.

"A mission...well, it's something about my parents." Harry suddenly thought of what Uncle Moon said, that he could form a grassroots team by himself.

Organization…Credibility…

Then, his eyes fell on Draco.

After a moment, he shook his head inwardly, feeling uncomfortable. Now Draco, dragging him into the water would be harmful rather than helpful.

"By the way, I may not participate in the duel competition." Harry said.

"What?!" A smile suddenly appeared on Draco's face: "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, and then wrote down all the things he had accumulated.

Build the Koch Snowflake Magic Model!

Learn Dementor related spells!

Make a magic wand!

Daily learning tasks!

Quidditch training!

Then, his quill stalled on Quidditch for a long time.

It was his hobby, but now...

"You want to quit Quidditch?" Draco saw his confusion and asked simply: "Why? You finally joined the team, and where is the shooting star? It wants to fly, you want to ignore it like this ?”

"Actually... joining the team is quite easy." Harry said awkwardly.

"If I quit, can you step in?"

"It can't be done." Draco shook his head under Harry's surprised eyes: "I will spend all the time in the duel competition.

I have just written a letter to my father. I want him to send me a training dummy at home. I will find an empty classroom tomorrow. "

"That's it." Harry nodded and reluctantly let go of his hand.

"Won't you cross it out?"

"People have to take responsibility for their own choices. If I quit, what will happen to the others?" Harry smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Let's talk about it after this year."

"It seems that you will be busy enough in the future." Draco smiled proudly: "By the way, why do you want to do Dementor-related training? It's completely unnecessary."

"That is, the future mission." Harry did not elaborate: "Remember not to tell anyone about this matter, it is very important."

"Really?" Draco didn't believe it: "Who else knows?"

"No one knows except you," Harry said.

Draco then showed a satisfied look: "Well...that's good. I won't tell you, don't worry."

Harry nodded, stood up and looked over the paper he had recorded previously.

He left the paper in the fireplace until he had a rough plan for the future.

"I'm taking a rest." He walked towards the dormitory: "By the way, in the letter you write to your father, you'd better write and ask him to send you some healing medicine. We will start practicing tomorrow morning."

After that, Harry's figure disappeared into the corridor.

"Damn it." Draco sighed helplessly. I feel a little hairy all over my body.

He is really afraid of pain.

Afterwards, he quickly returned to the dormitory and soon lay on the bed, closing his eyes with anxiety.

However, just as he fell asleep for a moment, Harry's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Get up! Get up!" Harry began to shout people one by one.

Draco opened his eyes in confusion: "What's the matter?! Didn't I just fall asleep?"

Crabbe and Goyle were also forced to shout.

After more than a year of exercise, Crabgoyle is not fat at all. Except for some baby fat on his face, he can definitely be regarded as a strong young man.

And he himself was still thin.

He asked Harry why he didn't gain weight, but he was helplessly told that if he wanted to gain muscle, he would have to do very hard strength training.

The matter finally came to nothing.

The four people in the dormitory each held a cup of cold water, quickly wiped their faces, put on their clothes, and then walked out in a daze.

After two warm-up laps, Harry led the three of them to a stop.

"Start right away?" Draco pulled out his wand.

"No rush." ​​Harry shook his head and stretched his body: "Take a rest, you should wake up now."

"of course."

"That's good. Next, I'll tell you about the two most important things in a duel."

The three little guys all pricked up their ears. Harry's experience in dueling was obvious to all, leaving them no room to question at all.

"First, it's about reality, that is, duel ideas!" Harry said sternly: "How to fight and how to defend. You should have your own set of battle ideas."

"Battle ideas?" Draco was a little confused.

"That's right. During a duel, the most taboo thing is to wave the wand randomly. One second it will produce blazing flames, and the next second it will produce a clear spring of water." Harry nodded.

"It's useless to say more about this. Now you can think about what kind of moves you will use to fight me during sparring later."

"Okay." Draco nodded: "What about the second point?"

"The second point is - desire!" Harry said seriously.

The three of them looked at each other, and Draco promised that if it had been anyone else who said this, he would have laughed out loud.

"I'm not joking." Harry raised the corners of his mouth.

"[Desire for victory] - As long as you have this idea, you will naturally be at a higher level than others when casting spells." Harry explained.

"For example, when we cast the 'vital' spell to drive away the red hat, do we need to guide our inner thoughts?"

"Yes." Draco nodded.

"Then this is the driving force of desire on the curse. What is the word Professor Jones said - subjective initiative!

And on this basis, when you cherish the desire for victory, you will get an additional bonus for casting spells.

It's like someone else playing a dice game with only one die. And you have two, so you have a natural advantage. "