Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Harry quickly helped Neville up.

At the same time, Draco also came over, holding his aching chest.

"you win."

His tone was a little unhappy, but his words were clear and sonorous.

Even if you lose, you must be someone who can afford to lose.

It would be embarrassing if you still make a fuss after losing.

But at the same time, he was also very puzzled as to why Neville suddenly became so tough. This was completely inconsistent with the guy in his impression.

Of course, the one crying now is quite right.

Harry handed Neville the white ointment and asked curiously what happened to Neville just now.

Soon, Neville explained what had just happened.

"Have you heard the old man's voice before? Are you sure it's not Professor Snape's voice?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"No, it's not." Neville shook his head: "He is not as extreme as Professor Snape."

"Indeed, most people can't be so venomous." Harry nodded. It seemed that the person speaking in Neville's mind was probably the guy standing next to Uncle Moon before.

He is old and old, and he seems to be very powerful.

Harry turned around in his mind for a long time, but he had no idea who that person was.

Uncle Mu En's friend? Then why does it appear at Hogwarts? Why is it related to Neville?

Forget it, I don't want to.

"Crabbe, Goyle, you two come to practice?" Harry said.

"Okay." On the other side, two strong young men stood up.

On Monday, the first class was still herbal medicine class.

Draco was still immersed in the previous duel practice.

"I feel that there should be no problem with my thinking. In order to connect the magic spell immediately, I chose transformation, but in this way, the thorns I transformed will be very fragile. Harry, do you have a better idea? ? Or maybe I don’t have enough control over the transformation technique?”

In class, Draco whispered to Harry for advice.

"If it were me, I might feint on the first spell, maybe use a simpler spell, and then focus on the second spell." Harry thought for a moment and gave the answer.

"But if the first spell hits, you'll make a profit. There's a 50% chance that the second spell will be used to cover up the situation." Draco explained his thinking.

"Then you should have chosen to continue casting other spells before, instead of continuing to focus on controlling the thorns of your transformation." Harry said speechlessly: "And we still don't know the specific arena for the battle. If If it is not on the grass, then it will be much more difficult for you to conjure thorns from the stone slab."

"My suggestion is to choose your core spell." Hermione suggested: "Last time, Mr. Jones told me about the wizard combat classification of field controllers, and I checked the information. Basically, there are many powerful spells. Wizards all have their own wizard combat system."

"For example, I found out about a fifteenth-century wizard named Lancelot. What he was best at was frequently using apparation, and combined with various combat spells, he could always catch the enemy off guard, which had miraculous effects.

There is also a very famous Mr. Scamander who came to Hogwarts a few days ago. It is said that he has raised many powerful magical animals and often relies on them to turn defeat into victory at critical moments. "

Harry agreed and said: "Yes, you may have to first try to find a spell that you are best at, and then rely on this to establish your own fighting style."

"Just like you used to rely on a bunch of auxiliary spells to bless your sword?" Draco looked at Harry.

Harry nodded: "Yeah, more or less, but I don't plan to get too involved in this. It would easily make me put the cart before the horse. In this regard, I just hope that when someone wants to get close to me, I can still have a good relationship." The ability to panic.”

Although he has not neglected sword practice recently, it is more of a lesson.

In terms of specific battles, he still could not forget the flesh-cutting and bone-breaking storm that Uncle Mu En had summoned on Christmas Eve.

That's what a wizard should be like.

"Better at it" Draco muttered, lost in thought.

Beside him, Hermione carefully wrapped a rubber ring around the swollen pod.

When the swollen pod fruits are immature, they can easily explode, like small, unstable bombs.

Nothing but danger.

When it matures, it will bloom and bear fruit as soon as it explodes and falls to the ground, just like Jack's magic beans.

The fruit itself has become an extremely good medicine for wounds, and it can also affect people's spirit and make them excited.

You must be careful when doing this job, otherwise it is easy to explode the already sensitive pod.

At least Hermione was careful.

After finally tying a pod, she turned her head and happened to see Harry spreading his hands, holding several very ferocious-looking centipedes.

He raised his hand slightly, and the centipedes climbed onto the pod one by one, biting the tail quickly with their heads.

After the transformation spell faded away, the centipedes turned into rubber rings that were securely fastened to the pods.

"What's wrong?" Harry turned to look at Hermione in confusion.

"No, it's nothing." Hermione's mouth twitched.

"I just want to ask, do you know who the person was in the school before? The one with Mr. Jones." She asked instead.

As soon as this question was asked, many people immediately started muttering curiously about this person.

It seemed that more than one person had seen him.

"I always feel familiar. I should have seen this person somewhere."

"He should be a very powerful wizard."

Soon, someone from Slytherin remembered a piece of news from before.

"Marcus said before that he would stay here for a while because there is a special class, could this be it."

“I don’t think it’s necessary at all, Professor Jones’s class is good enough.

"Maybe it's really this, but who is he? Can he really take this class well?"

boom--

A pod Seamus was operating exploded, and a succession of beans shot out, starting a second round of small explosions.

Interrupting the noise in the third greenhouse.

"I told you, you should pay more attention." Sprout smiled helplessly: "Now you should be quiet."

"Professor, do you know who that old gentleman is?"

"Sorry, I really can't reveal anything about this." Sprout showed a helpless smile.

"Worried." Draco said softly.

"what?"

"It's worry! I saw worry on her face." Draco nodded: "There is some trouble. It seems that the old man is not a good person."

The children's doubts became even more serious.

Time soon came to the afternoon, and the first class was their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.