Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Two weeks later, at night, in the laboratory.

呲味——

A poisonous mist emanated from the snake staff, and as if it had consciousness, it climbed up towards Harry's hands, parting his clothes and corroding his flesh.

The next moment, he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand.

"Fire Spirit Protection——"

The flames swept over and climbed onto his arms, fighting against the poisonous fog. The kitten made of flames stepped on his shoulders and made threatening "ha" sounds towards the poisonous fog.

After a while, the poisonous fog was gradually offset.

"Ah, failed again." Harry dropped his arms, letting the pus and blood flow to the ground, trying his best to look calm.

Only the occasional twitching of his eyebrows expressed the pain in his arms.

"Don't worry." Mu En's voice sounded.

He bent his head over the desk without looking back, just continuing to perform calculations and analyses.

"Bring me a glass of water."

"Okay." Harry waved his wand hurriedly and filled his energy potion.

Then Mu En waved out a parchment scroll again.

"Convert the rune in the fourth section of the third block of [Endless Energy] into this, and then you can go home today."

"Okay." Harry nodded repeatedly, took out a white bandage, and bandaged himself in a hurry.

"Well, let's take a day off tomorrow." He took a look at Harry's injuries.

Now it was Harry's turn to be surprised. Although the scar was a bit serious, he really didn't want to stop his current research.

My progress every day is rapid, and the feeling of this progress is much more real than if I studied hard on my own.

"Why?" he asked quickly.

"The duel competition will start tomorrow." Mu En said.

"Oh, so that's what it is?"

"What's wrong?" Mu En turned to look at him, holding a cup and leaning on the sofa.

"I seem to have forgotten to sign up." Harry muttered, then shook his head: "Forget it, just forget it."

"Yeah." Mu En nodded indifferently, holding the cup and walked out.

"Finish your work and then go take a rest."

"Okay." Harry nodded and watched Moon leave the laboratory.

It wasn't until the room was empty that he banged his head in frustration: "Damn it, damn it, how could I forget such an important thing?"

It's not a big deal.

It’s just understandable that people want to have some hobbies.

For example, he wanted to collect all the gold belts.

As for now, I can only say that if you want to think about it, think about it carefully.

If you don’t even register, you’ll have no chance.

It was also impossible for him to go to Uncle Mu En and ask him to add his name to the duel list.

Not that face

He finished his work with a bitter face, and was blown away by the energy release of endless energy. He returned to the lounge with a dark face both mentally and physically.

In the Slytherin common room.

"What?" Draco raised his lips when he heard the news, and said in great sorrow: "You really didn't sign up?"

"Really." Harry nodded helplessly and took out a medicine bottle from his bag to wash his face.

"Barbados rubber?" Draco looked at him in shock: "You're using this to wipe your face?"

"It's one of the main ingredients of the fast-acting hair smoothing agent." Harry just said calmly: "Also, why do I feel like you want to laugh so much in your tone?"

"No, I feel sorry for what happened to you," Draco said, and then tried to ask: "Have you tried to find Professor Jones to add your own name?"

"You can't do that."

"I knew it," Draco said.

"You sound really happy," Harry said.

"I really didn't," Draco argued.

Harry dried his face, rubbed his shoulders, made a clacking sound, and headed towards the dormitories.

"It's up to you. You don't think you can look forward to the gold belt without me, do you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Draco's expression suddenly became indignant, and he started muttering as he walked.

"What are you talking about! Do you think I'm like you, a man who has learned everything but is not good at anything? I'm a master who specializes in Transfiguration. You've picked the wrong person to compete with me."

Unfortunately, Harry was already extremely sleepy and just wanted to sleep, so he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body, his chest muscles gradually becoming fuller and his muscle lines becoming clearer.

At the same time, Draco's words came to an abrupt halt.

As he spoke, he suddenly saw Harry's left arm.

"Oh my God." His eyes gradually became horrified, as if he had seen something impossible.

What appeared before his eyes at this moment, in addition to the strong body that he envied, was a golden ring pattern shining like the sun on Harry's left shoulder, and outside the golden ring, there was a circle of flames.

Three long tongues of fire emanated from the ring. Looking closely, they were actually fine runes. The tongues of fire ran through the entire arm, twisting from the elbow all the way to the front of the wrist, and then gathered at the palm of the hand.

"Aren't you afraid that Professor Jones will beat you to death?"

Harry was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "It was designed for me by Professor Jones."

"What?" Draco looked at Harry in disbelief.

"Idiot." Harry glanced at him and lay on the bed.

"This is alchemy, but I did not lie to you. The structure of the Vulcan spell was improved for me by Professor Jones."

"This..." Draco looked at Harry, speechless for a rare moment.

"You're really lucky, man."

"Yeah." Harry nodded and turned over, no longer looking at Draco.

A moment later, when Draco left, Harry couldn't help but turn around and look at the ceiling.

'Of course I know I'm lucky.'

At the opening ceremony of the dueling tournament on the second day, the speeches were still brief. Neither Dumbledore nor Moon liked to waste the time of these young wizards by speaking a series of nonsense at length.

There was not even any introduction to the officials from the Ministry of Magic who were present.

Only the sharp-eyed little wizard discovered those high-ranking officials, and then began to spread their origins and identities by word of mouth.

Scrimgeour looked at the little witch singing below with some nostalgia, and sighed: "Hogwarts feels much more lively now."

"That's right." Another person agreed.

"Yeah." Mu En just nodded dryly, and couldn't help but wonder in his mind whether it would affect Peeves' state if the children's active thinking was released.

Um. Recently my mind has been filled with thoughts about the soul.

“When my daughter comes here to school, she’s going to love it,” Scrimgeour said.

"It's still early for her," said another.

The opening ceremony lasted nearly two hours and ended successfully at noon. There were so many performances that everyone in Hogwarts remembered the name of the "Not-So-Magic Club".