Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

In the evening, Dumbledore announced that Hogwarts had welcomed a new group of children.

Afterwards, Harry walked into the auditorium in small steps.

He walked slowly from the corner, quickly wiping the fine blood stains from his palm prints, and soon arrived at the Slytherin table.

"Where did you go?" Draco carefully cut the lamb chops on the plate and turned to look at him.

"On the eighth floor, I found a classroom there." Harry replied casually, his eyes constantly scanning the long tables around him.

There are a lot more new faces.

There were even four unfamiliar faces beside the Slytherin table, two men and two women.

It seems that he is more than a little young.

Noticing his gaze, the four children quickly shrank their necks. For some reason, they always felt that there was a very scary aura about this man.

That feeling is stronger than others here.

Harry turned to ask: "What are these?"

Draco glanced away.

"A few Muggle kids."

Then he quickly told what happened this afternoon.

"These children live in Slytherin House. It is said that two additional dormitories have been arranged for them."

"What about other colleges?"

"There are also other houses, and Hufflepuff has the most. The four assigned to our house are the oldest." As he said that, Draco raised the corner of his mouth: "I guess he is afraid that those little guys will sleep directly in this house. Can't even sleep."

"That's true." Harry nodded and turned his attention to the guest of honor seat.

Draco whispered: "I'm curious about what Professor Snape is thinking now. Does he feel that his 'innocence' has been insulted in the college common room."

"Who knows." Harry shook his head: "You'd better pray that the professor doesn't pay attention here now, otherwise you will end up badly."

"Besides, the thoughts you mentioned are not your own."

"Me?" Draco sneered: "If I could speak Parseltongue and I was the descendant of Slytherin, I might indeed think so."

Harry smiled: "If you want to put it that way, then I really look forward to Voldemort's reaction when he hears the news."

Draco shivered and was covered in cold sweat.

"Damn it, don't mention that name."

Harry glanced at him helplessly: "Coward."

Just as he was about to say this, Gard came over from the other end of the table. He was one of Harry's Quidditch team members last semester and was also the prefect of the sixth grade.

"Harry," he said, "I finally found you."

"What's wrong?" Harry turned his head, and a steamed potato in front of him was shyly taking off his coat.

"It's not a big deal, it's a matter of Quidditch. McCeery made an appointment with several other captains, and everyone agreed that each college would have one day each. Any vacancies and delays caused by non-extreme weather and special circumstances will be your own responsibility. ”

"This must have been suggested by the captain of Gryffindor." Draco curled his lips: "That guy named Wood is the craziest. He dares to fly with people in the sky even when it's thundering and raining."

Garde nodded: "It's indeed a good idea, but the other captains have also agreed. Now the amount of training time depends entirely on whether your team is willing to spare the time.

Mike was furious. We had proven our strength last year, so this year we should take back the honor that belongs to us in a fair and just way! "

Suddenly, a big hand patted Harry's shoulder, and McCully, this tall guy, appeared behind Harry.

"No! It's not just about taking it back in an upright manner!"

As he spoke, he showed a smile.

"I will use a devastating gesture, a powerful gesture that will make everyone in the school feel despair and suffocation - hold that trophy in my hands!"

"Firebolt, Meteor! Now they have seen our strength in props! They are very wary, but what I want is more than that. I want all of them to be even more amazed by our hard power, our tactics, our cooperation!”

Mike is very heroic and confident. Since he was humiliated last year and accused Slytherin of using some shady methods, he has become more eager and practiced to use destructive and even violent gestures to win.

Not really like traditional Slytherin.

But the desire to win is the same.

"We'll be there, when?"

"It starts on Tuesday." Mike said: "Don't be late, especially you two. I know you don't have much time, but this is also one of the business matters."

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

At this moment, a girl next to him spoke. She was timid and had a curious and cautious look on her face.

"Excuse me. What is Quidditch?"

Suddenly, several eyes in the surrounding area were focused on his gaze.

It became eerily quiet.

The girl's face suddenly turned red, with a sense of bewilderment.

She just thought that she finally had an opportunity to have a conversation and make herself and others no longer strangers, so she wanted to take the opportunity to find something to talk about.

After all, the people at this table looked really indifferent.

She did not expect this situation now.

Some eyes fell vaguely on Harry, waiting for his attitude, which would affect the entire Slytherin's attitude towards these children to a certain extent.

Harry didn't know the looks around him or what they were thinking.

He just watched the girl gradually become embarrassed, and then her eyes became moist, and she was a little confused.

ah? what's the situation?

"It's just football in the wizarding world." Harry said, "If you have the chance, you can also experience it, sitting on a broomstick and playing football."

"Flying on a broomstick?" The two little boys next to the girl raised their heads, their eyes shining.

"Yeah." Harry smiled.

Garder patted Harry on the shoulder.

"That's what I want to say. Can they trouble you to arrange it? I really don't understand what Muggles need."

"No need for anything, just a normal dormitory to sleep in." Harry said helplessly.

"I don't understand." Garde shook his head and handed him the prefect badge on his collar.

"Come on, you are the only person I know who understands Muggles."

"What about the girl?"

"It's you too." Garde smiled: "Remember to return the badge to me, but if you want to take it to take a bath on the fifth floor, that's fine."

"Good idea, I just wonder if Myrtle will still harass the male prefects now."

"No, don't worry, she has been entangled with Cedric recently." Galde raised his eyebrows: "That guy is really unlucky to be entangled by that nymphomaniac."

"That's good." Harry nodded, and when he wanted to say something else, Garde had already turned around and left.

Draco looked at the prefect badge in Harry's hand, and then his eyes kept wandering over him.