Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

The next morning, when the moon was still high in the sky, a group of people in the castle gradually became active.

In the hall, Harry took out his pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time.

Six forty.

"You can't even stick to this kind of time?"

He frowned, turned to look at Neville, nodded and said, "Take them out to warm up first, I'll go check on those guys."

"Okay." Neville nodded and led a few people out of the auditorium and headed towards the lawn outside.

Harry stood up, straightened his robes, and walked downstairs, still calculating the human alchemy array in his mind.

The tingling pain that came from his entire right arm was his draft paper, causing his thoughts to wander and write on it.

Click——

In the underground corridor, an inexplicable clicking sound was heard. Turning around, he saw that it was the abandoned classroom that Draco often used.

Then, Draco walked out with a tired look on his face.

Harry looked at Draco in surprise, and Draco's expression changed many times in an instant, and finally he showed a smile.

He walked out of the door and closed it with a twisted look.

"What time is it?"

"Twelve minutes have passed." Harry said, "So you have moved to the classroom now to ensure that you can study intensively?"

"Yes. Well, what else? Waiting for you to take off by yourself while I stand behind you like a fool? I'm not that kind of lazy guy."

"That's good," said Harry. "Let's go and wake up those two Crabbegoyle guys."

"Okay." Draco looked at the figure walking forward and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, the footsteps of the two people echoed in the empty corridor.

A moment later, in the middle of the corridor, Harry's voice suddenly rang out.

"Who's in there?"

"Who?" Draco asked confused.

"Draco, how long have we known each other?" Harry shook his head helplessly.

"It seems that your life has been quite fulfilling during the time I moved out." He raised his head and looked at the flickering candles on both sides of the corridor.

"You Potter, what the hell are you talking about." Draco's voice trembled a little.

"You guys!" Harry turned around and looked at Draco with a very serious expression, slowly approaching.

"How old are you now?"

"Fourteen." Draco said, "Aren't you the same?"

"Yes! We are only fourteen years old." Harry walked closer and looked at Draco carefully.

"You won't already"

"No! Absolutely not!!!" Draco was nervous and stepped back repeatedly: "This is a school, how can I--"

"You won't kiss me!" Harry finally said.

"?" Draco stiffened.

"Ah, what did you say?" He confirmed again.

"Kissing." Harry said, "You're not in your third year."

Draco studied Harry's expression carefully to make sure it didn't look fake.

Then he took a deep breath and began to think.

"Harry, tell me honestly, have you never held a girl's hand?"

"Nonsense!" Harry looked at him: "I--"

He instinctively thought of course he had, because he had held Hermione's hand on several occasions, such as during the duel, when he was teaching her to cast spells, and when they were fighting in Azkaban.

"Well, no," Harry had to say, and then he changed the subject: "What does that have to do with what I'm asking?"

"That really doesn't matter." Draco's eyes became teasing. "Indeed. It really doesn't matter. After all, in the eyes of our Mr. Potter, kissing is a big deal."

"Isn't it?" Harry looked at him puzzled.

"You are still young." Draco walked over him and patted his shoulder: "You will understand when you grow up."

"What do you mean?" Harry looked at Draco: "So you haven't answered my question yet. Listen, I don't ask who that girl is because I respect her, but for you, I don't want you to do anything out of line, understand?"

"I wouldn't, and don't even think of making that accusation against me." Draco said, and inexplicably thought of the big sister who had haunted him at the Hog's Head Bar.

"Well, that's all you need to say." Harry and Draco walked into the common room together.

"I'm really confused." Draco said, "Why can you still say such stupid things now? We are almost adults."

"What do you mean?" Harry still didn't understand what Draco wanted to say, but it seemed to be related to his previous two sentences.

"What do you mean? Have you never had a crush on a girl at school? Have you never noticed someone's lips, or the upturned breasts or butt?"

"you"

"I'm not saying anything obscene, Harry." Draco looked at him with a half-smile: "Answer my question first."

Harry had to accept the fact that none of what Draco was saying was - "Uh, no."

"That's the thing. What I just said is not very nice, but it's the kind of stuff that people talk about in private at this age. We're boys, we're teenagers.

Girls notice these changes earlier than we do, just as they start growing taller two years earlier than we boys do.”

“What can a girl notice?”

Draco didn't quite understand this. "But girls notice these things earlier than us, as evidenced by the love letters you've received since first grade."

"Aren't those all given to me by senior girls?" Harry asked puzzledly.

"One of your Valentine's Day presents this year was sent by a first-year girl." Draco glanced at him, then remembered that Harry had never paid attention to these gifts, and they were basically shared by him, Crabbe, and Goyle.

"Okay, so what exactly are you trying to say?" Harry looked at him.

"I mean—love, Potter, love!"

Draco opened the dormitory door and said, "Excuse me, Meteor, could you please give these two sleeping pigs a good kick on their butts? I'm giving your brother relationship counseling now."

"!!"

Meteor, which had been leaning limply against a corner of the wall, stood up suddenly, as if it had heard something extraordinary, and then jumped happily to Crabbegoyle's bed.

"I don't need any relationship counseling," Harry said helplessly.

"I suggest you be a little better." Draco said, "You are not a robot, why do you abandon these?"

"."

Harry couldn't answer that question.

He discovered one thing. If what Draco said was true, and the topics just now were what boys of the same age would think about, then it seemed that the gap between him and his peers was getting bigger and bigger.

Not just in terms of strength.

It is because of one's own busyness or the passive influence of other things.

At the same time, Harry also knew what Draco had said at the beginning in the corridor outside.

However, the channel through which he obtained that knowledge was obviously different from Draco's.

The channel he got it from said that it was called mating.

Damn it, he knew it from a biology book

"I seem to be a little out of touch." Harry smiled helplessly.

"Who knows." Draco shrugged and did not comment on it: "But in the eyes of Slytherin, it is true.

Now many people regard you as the symbol of Slytherin, but you have never even stopped at the Slytherin common room.

You eliminated dissidents, but disappeared when it came time to rebuild, which is different from what you said when you came here as a freshman."

"Is that so?" Harry leaned against the doorframe.

"So how did you know there was a girl in there?" Draco asked.

"A cat's eyes can see clearly even at night," said Harry.

"Animagus is such a magical power." Draco nodded: "Let's go. But you don't have to worry about my affairs for now. There are some secrets that need to be kept."

"Your secret?"

"Her secret."

"That's okay." Harry nodded. He was not the kind of person who liked to pry into others or ask questions.

Soon, they returned to the playground of Hogwarts.

As time approached seven o'clock, the speed at which the weather changed suddenly accelerated.

The sky was filled with purple clouds, and there was still some snow on the ground from the previous two days. The chirping of birds could be heard from the forbidden forest in the distance, which was quite pleasant to the ears.

Hermione and the others had already warmed up for several laps at this time. When the girl saw Harry, she turned around and ran towards them, stopping in front of Harry.

"It looked like it took you quite some time to get them up," Hermione gasped.

"Yeah." Harry just nodded, but for some reason, he thought about the conversation he had just had with Draco.

Although it was only January and early in the morning, the weather was cold, but these children who had been exercising for a long time were at an age when they had a little fire in their chests, and once they started exercising, they could not wear thick clothes.

Hermione was wearing nothing but a thick black underwear. The long collar was turned upside down, fitting tightly around her slender white neck. Looking down -

Snapped!

Hermione slapped Harry on the forehead, her face blushing: "What are you looking at?"

"Hahahaha—" Draco laughed unconcealedly and walked past the two of them towards the crowd.

At the same time, he raised his hand without looking back: "Crabbe, Goyle. Are you two still going to stand there? I wonder how much weight you gained during the holiday?"

The two of them had no choice but to withdraw their gaze from Harry and start moving.

Draco walked over to Ron, who was panting.

At this time, his smile had faded.

"Honestly," he began.

Ron lowered his head and gasped, then raised his head and looked around, only then did he confirm that Draco was talking to him.

However, he never had a good impression of Draco, even though they had known each other for a long time.

"Are you going to cause trouble again?"

"Right." Draco nodded.