Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Tuesday, Hogwarts underground in the morning.

"Why are you so sleepy?" Harry glanced at Draco, who had yawned six times since they walked out of the lounge.

"A little... ah... not used to coming here!" He squinted his eyes.

"My father doesn't let me stay in the study all day long, and he no longer forces me to get up early in the morning, so this holiday is, how can I say, very relaxing and boring." He said with some embarrassment.

"So you basically sleep in every day?"

"You can't say that." Draco shook his head: "Sometimes I wake up earlier than the sun."

"Is it because you went to bed early the night before?"

"Yeah." Draco didn't expect that the second half of what he didn't say would be pointed out by Harry, and he nodded awkwardly.

Finally, he added: "If you have some brains, you can guess this."

"Haha." Harry smiled: "Just don't let others surpass you in the end."

"I also want to give you this sentence." Draco said with a sinister smile:

"I learned new dueling techniques from Doctor Octopus after watching Spider-Man yesterday. I'm just saying - good luck!"

With that said, the four of them had already walked up to the first floor, and happened to meet Neville walking down. Behind him, there were two of his friends.

Ron and Seamus.

Not too unfamiliar.

"Harry, they said they wanted to come to morning exercises with me." Neville said a little embarrassed.

"Okay." Harry nodded. These things were irrelevant, and Ron had mentioned this matter when they met at the funeral.

Ron and Seamus looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.

Just as they asked during the competition last semester, Neville suddenly became extremely strong.

I think it must have something to do with their morning exercises.

Especially Ron, who was the only Weasley who didn't place in the competition last term.

Fred George teased him about it.

He is full of energy this year.

But soon, the two little wizards discovered that they were wrong.

There are no weird secrets, no magical training.

If there was anything special about it, it was a series of magical moves the two of them had never seen before.

After asking, I learned that it was called a "warm-up move."

Prevent injuries during morning exercises.

Reluctantly following Harry and the others, Ron ran down, holding his hands on his knees and panting: "Is this of any use in a duel?"

"I can beat you up easily now, that's what it does." Draco stood aside, rubbing his wrist.

He thought he was going to take the test today. After not doing much during the holiday, he was afraid that he would be the last.

Unexpectedly, not only did I fall behind in my homework, but there was also someone else at the bottom.

Ron was very dissatisfied with Draco's words, especially the expression on his face.

"You can?" He stood up unyieldingly.

Draco shrugged.

"Try?"

Ron was startled by these words, and then looked at Neville and Harry. But Harry nodded: "Well, there is such an activity every morning, and it ends as soon as the time comes. It doesn't count as a school fight."

He understood Ron's emotions very well, and it was almost impossible for a normal person to have smooth communication with Draco for the first time.

"Come here." Ron held his head high.

"Neville, let's practice some practice later?" Harry said instead.

"Neville?"

"Ah, okay." Neville came to his senses immediately.

Seamus, whose body was even smaller than the other Ron's, sat on the steps aside. Not far away from him were two chubby little guys who were resting.

It's not the case anymore, but Seamus and the others still call Crabbe and Goyle "fatty" in Gryffindor.

"Why don't you give it a try?" came a voice.

Simo turned his head. He didn't expect these two guys to take the initiative to talk to him.

"Aren't you going to fight?"

Crabgoyle looked at each other, then smiled and said, "We fight occasionally."

"It's boring. The curse hits you, but it hurts."

"And we can't beat them." Crabbe said without any secret, with a smile on his face.

"Is that so?" Simo had a better understanding of this small morning exercise circle: "I thought there were some hard and fast rules, such as what everyone must do every day."

"There is no such thing." Gao Er rarely felt that he was very 'knowledgeable', and immediately took the initiative to explain: "There are no rules. We had made an appointment to do morning exercises together. Everyone came on their own initiative, so naturally There won’t be any rules.”

Just as he was talking, the duel between Ron and Draco began.

Seeing the falling stones about to make a crisp sound on the stone steps, his heart suddenly tightened and he didn't even know what spell to cast.

boom--

The next moment, Draco's robes fluttered like tentacles, two downwards, supporting himself tremblingly.

Then, he almost staggered. It immediately made him feel bad.

Then, he quickly looked at Weasley, and what surprised him was that the guy was still chanting the curse slowly.

The next moment, two more tentacles made of robes were stuck in the soil. A total of three tentacles supported him.

Harry looked a little weird.

This guy... seems to really like Doctor Octopus.

He also thought that Draco would like guys like Iron Man or Batman. After all, from Draco's point of view, those rich second generations had the best sense of empathy for him.

Draco didn't know what Harry was thinking, otherwise he would definitely ask, who is Iron Man?

There weren't many Iron Man pictures in the book Harry gave him.

Because Harry likes Spider-Man, whether it is from experience or something else, every time Harry sees Peter Parker's story, he can't help but become involved in it.

Of course, that was in the past. At that time, when he wanted to see these comic books, he had to look at the opportunity and mood, Dudley's mood, and whether Dudley would give him a chance.

"Collapsed——"

At this time, Ron finally cast his first spell.

Draco nimbly dodged his curse in mid-air, and then triumphantly and arrogantly used the other tentacles of his robe to grab Ron.

A moment later, Ron was caught by Draco's claws and hung upside down.

"It's okay to hit you." Draco raised the corner of his mouth.

"Stop talking about what you have and what you don't have, and do it quickly." Harry couldn't help but remind him aloud.

Draco shrugged and put the other man down.

"He talks a lot," Harry said, then turned to look at Neville and frowned.

"Neville, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah?" Neville shook his head: "Nothing."