Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Late at night, in the underground corridor.

Bang - Bang -

The robes turned into a long snake, which kept attacking the dummy in front of it fiercely, over and over again.

The dummy had already fallen to the ground and was in pieces.

"What are you doing?" a lazy voice sounded.

Draco turned around and looked at Harry leaning against the door. He naturally relaxed his shoulders and neck and said calmly, "Nothing, just warming up."

"Warm up?" Harry looked at him, then nodded: "Okay. You'd better not be unable to wake up tomorrow."

"It's my turn to say this." Draco turned around and continued to focus his eyes on the dummy.

The candlelight flickered, stretching the shadows long. After a moment, he glanced sideways and asked in confusion, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"Let's go." Harry shook his head and turned to leave.

He still didn't understand what Draco was trying to do.

It's not a big deal, I guess.

"Oh, by the way, the Quidditch season starts after Easter, and training will start next week after Easter," Harry reminded.

"Okay." Draco's voice came from the abandoned classroom.

After confirming that Draco was fine, Harry walked quickly towards the common room. A new potion was about to be ready, and he had to cool it down quickly and then seal the potion, otherwise the medicinal properties would be lost in a short time.

There are only a few days left until the end of the month.

This was not the first time he prepared potions for Professor Lupin, he was already very familiar with it.

In the corridor leading to the common room, Harry bumped into three little wizards. These little guys were almost a head shorter than him. There were two men and one woman. They bumped into him in the dark and seemed to be startled.

"Oh!" the little witch screamed, and her golden shoulder-length hair flew in the air as she jumped backwards, like a furry lion cat.

"Oh my God, Angelina, are you okay?" a boy asked hurriedly, then turned to look at Harry, his expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter."

"Good evening." Harry nodded. "What are you doing? If you plan to go out at night, you'd better be careful."

The three children looked at each other and thought, "Be careful while outing at night?"

They had never heard such unique advice.

"No, Mr. Potter, we are looking for Lord Barrow."

"Sir Barrow?" Harry frowned, then realized that he had often heard a rumor about Sir Barrow's disappearance in the past two days.

"So that's how it is." Harry nodded and walked towards the common room.

"Then you may rest, for Sir Barrow is dead."

One of the little wizards laughed and said, "Um, Mr. Potter, we know that Sir Barrow is dead. He died a long time ago, didn't he?"

"What I'm saying is that he has dissipated. Even his ghost form no longer exists."

"What?" The little witch looked at Harry in surprise.

"Why, Mr. Potter."

"Because the person he loves has also left, he has no reason to stay in this world." Harry said with a strange look on his face.

I think the three guys would think Sir Barrow is some kind of infatuated nobleman with a distinguished family background, and sigh at his undying love.

That would be true if he hadn't killed the person he loved.

The three little guys looked at each other, and the little witch among them did reveal a smile mixed with emotion.

"Mr. Potter, why don't we often see you in the common room?" a little wizard mustered up the courage to ask.

He found that Mr. Potter was not as scary as the seniors said.

"I left early," Harry responded. "As for the evening, I think you saw it too."

"Is it morning exercise?" the little witch asked curiously.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"You know?" The two little wizards looked at the little witch in surprise.

"Astoria told me." The little witch said shyly, "She said that Mr. Potter, Mr. Draco and others would get up early every day, exercise and then start studying."

"It's amazing." A little wizard exclaimed in disbelief.

"You can too," Harry said, "of course, provided you get a good night's sleep."

He no longer had the heart to say more and just dealt with it.

"By the way, Mr. Potter." A little wizard suddenly called out to Harry as he was about to walk into the dormitory corridor.

"Well. I heard something this afternoon."

"What?" Harry turned to look at him.

After a moment, after listening to the little wizard's story, Harry nodded, turned and walked into the dormitory.

"Mr. Potter, don't you care?" the little wizard asked quickly, "You and Mr. Malfoy are good friends, right?"

"Yes." Harry responded, walked into the dormitory and closed the door.

Only three little wizards were left, looking at each other.

The next day, it was near noon.

After the first class in the morning, they had no more classes and took this time to eat. They were obviously much more relaxed. There were not many people in the hall and it seemed very quiet, not as noisy as at noon.

Harry looked at Draco who was mashing sausage with a fork and couldn't help but speak.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." Draco shook his head.

"You're not thinking that it would be great if you could get better grades," Harry couldn't help but speak.

"No." Draco shook his head: "This result is enough for those losers to look up to. As for what they said."

"No effect?" Harry asked.

"It doesn't matter." Draco shook his head and said, "Let them say whatever they want."

"That's good." Harry nodded, feeling that something was wrong.

Just as he was thinking about it, Pansy walked over quickly and came to Draco's side.

"Draco, that."

"Go ahead." Draco wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Astoria got into a fight with two seniors in the lounge because of your thing."

"Okay." Draco stood up, his expression filled with anger that could not be concealed.

Harry sighed helplessly and stood up as well.

At the same time, the bell rang.

On the way, the crowd pouring out of the underground Potions classroom crossed paths with the two of them, and the dense flow of people inevitably knocked the two of them crooked in the narrow corridor.

Draco finally couldn't help it and spoke slowly.

"Scarhead, I don't understand why."

"what why?"

"I obviously got the results, why are they still so harsh on me?" Draco let out a long sigh.

"Is this the reason for your distress?" Harry looked at him in surprise, then sighed: "People are like this."

"People are like this?" Draco looked at Harry: "Is this what Professor Jones said again?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head.

"He just warned me not to get caught up in the herd mentality that would lead to me doing stupid things. And that's probably what's happening now."

"Maybe." Draco nodded, and was silent for a moment, then said: "I actually can't accept it."

"Accept what?"

"I want to tell myself that the reason you or Longbottom are so great is because you have a good teacher and you have excellent resources that I can't reach." Draco looked at the candlelight on both sides of the corridor.

"But Hermione Granger has proven to me that the amount of resources is not an excuse."

"So—I can't accept that."

"Faced with Weasley's condescending attitude, I kept questioning myself in my mind at this time."

As he said this, he turned and looked at Harry.

“If I were still the same as before, maybe I wouldn’t care.

But now I can pat my chest and guarantee that I have put most of my thoughts on magic. But even so, I still can't surpass you.

Even... I'm a little scared, Harry, I might be surpassed by Weasley next year."

"If it exceeds, then it exceeds," said Harry.

"That's not it!" Draco interrupted, taking short, heavy breaths.

"You can no longer accept failure." Harry looked at him.

"That's right." Draco nodded. "I want to find a way to break through. I'm going crazy thinking about it. I can't accept myself as just a [person being led]. I can't accept myself as just a vassal. You know, I always want to be a [leader]."

"I understand you." Harry nodded seriously.

"Sorry." Draco exhaled heavily and looked at the floor.

“I don’t mean to say that you or anyone else is making me feel distressed or that you’re putting pressure on me.

I want to break through, I want to be the protagonist, I want to be the protagonist, but I can't find it. I can't find a way to break through. I"

"Draco!" Harry interrupted him. "Don't even think about it. Dumbledore exchanged letters with Nicolas Flamel before he even graduated, and they even became friends. If we compare, I don't think anyone can match his achievements. There's no point in comparing yourself with others."

Draco smiled bitterly, repeated the command, and then looked at Harry.

"Leave this kind of chicken soup to those idiots in Hufflepuff. I am Draco Malfoy, a real Slytherin, who only cares about the results!"

'I knew it.' Harry patted his head helplessly.

The next moment, before he could react, Draco rushed into the corridor.

"I feel much better now that I've said it out," he muttered.

At the same time, in the corridor.

The only students in the lounge now are from grades one and three, as well as some students from grades six and seven who don't have classes.

Obviously, when other sixth and seventh graders have their own complicated courses and choose to take their own elective courses or stay in the library, the proportion of stupid people in the group staying here is much higher.

"Little girl, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business." A big boy said, "Besides, we are just stating the facts."

"If you think you can do it, then go get the grades for Slytherin instead of shouting about it here!"

Get grades. Do you really think Percy Weasley, who got twelve certificates, is a nerd?

You have to know that the madman who wants to achieve O grades in all subjects has been forcing himself to study in courses like Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But they wouldn't say that here.

After all, questioning others is much easier than demanding it of yourself.

"Get lost." The boy said, pushing Astoria to the ground. "What's being said here has nothing to do with you."

The next moment, a figure flew out from the corridor, grabbed the girl who was about to fall and lifted her up, and several long black curtains fell from the ceiling.

"If you think I have a problem, I'll give you a chance to challenge me."

"Now, I'll give you three seconds to prepare."