Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

The crimson train of Hogwarts emitted thick white smoke as it passed through the verdant land.

bang——

The compartment door was pulled open, and Draco's white face appeared outside the compartment.

"Ouch, that looks a bit crowded," he said.

There were four people in the compartment at this moment, Ron Neville, Harry and Hermione.

As soon as he saw him, Ron said, "Your father has a really sharp tongue, doesn't he?"

This was the first time they had seen each other since the last Quidditch World Cup.

"Hey, what can I do?" Draco pouted: "I have to pretend, okay. And my dad... He is a good dad, but..."

"My father is also a good father." Ron looked at Draco unhappily.

Draco pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment. He had to admit that what he had just said was a typical excuse.

"Well, Weasley, I apologize to you on behalf of my father," he said.

"Accepted." Ron nodded in satisfaction.

Hermione suddenly said, "So that was also fake?"

"Which one?" Draco shrugged.

"House-elves," said Hermione.

"What's the point of pretending?" Draco looked confused: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Do you really think that letting him serve you is a great gift to him?"

"What else? I told it to get out of this house today. It might even commit suicide." Draco said disdainfully, "That's what a house elf is. No, you really don't understand?"

"Oh, so you say that serving you is a happy thing for him?" said Hermione.

"No, no, no." Draco shook his finger. "He can only be happy if I make him happy. House elves have no right to talk about whether they are happy or not."

"What's the logic behind this?" Hermione widened her eyes and then looked around at everyone else.

"Don't you want to say something?"

Draco smiled. "House elves are creatures that wizards have spent hundreds of years training. They are no different from owls. Why, are you going to pay your owl a salary and give it a holiday?"

"But they can talk and think," cried Hermione.

Draco opened his mouth repeatedly, covered his forehead with his hands, and his eyes, which were blocked by the front, couldn't help but wink at others.

"Well, if you really have an idea, why don't you go and cause trouble for Hogwarts, where there are so many house-elves." Draco finally said, "If you are brave, try going to the kitchen and telling them that you want to pay them, and then see if they will scold you.

And because you are a wizard, you want to change a - for example, goblins, centaurs, etc., if these beings say, "I helped you get a salary at Hogwarts." You can see whether these guys will be torn apart by those house elves. "

Hermione frowned and wanted to say something

Draco's eyes quickly fell on a purple velvet dress with a large ruffle at the neckline, which looked a little moldy, including at the collar.

He pointed his finger at it and quickly changed the subject: "Why did you put your skirt on the table?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere became awkward.

"This is mine," Ron said unhappily. "It's an evening gown."

"I didn't expect you to have this habit." Draco sat down and looked at Hermione: "Crookshanks, come and give your brother a hug."

"what--"

"Okay, you're such a tactless guy." Draco didn't mind.

"I don't know why my mother prepared this for me." Ron yelled, "I wanted to throw it away, but my mother said I would need it this year."

Then he looked at the others and said, "Don't you have any?"

"Um," Harry pushed his glasses, "I do have a few formal suits for dinner parties, but I don't have a Baroque court dress like this."

Neville was also a little embarrassed and nodded along with what Harry said.

"It looks like someone is going to wear this thing to attend the party. Oh, I can recommend you a few strong men to be your dance partners."

"Shut up." Ron threw his tuxedo aside. "Where is the dinner party in our school?"

"It seems some people don't know yet." Draco looked at the others.

Hermione hesitated, and she said, "Professor Jones did bring me some gifts when he went out to see David Bowie's concert with my father. They looked like clothes."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Harry.

Ron said, "Charlie also said he had something to do this year. Bill said this year will be an unforgettable year and he said he would take a leave of absence to come." He turned his eyes to Neville and said, "Do you know?"

Neville shook his head and explained, "My uncle did get me a set of clothes, but he didn't say what it was."

"Okay." Draco spread his hands, his tone somewhat smug: "It seems that you are not well-informed."

"The Triwizard Tournament will be restarted this year - in Hogwarts!"

"What competition?" Ron was confused.

At night, in the Hogwarts banquet hall.

As the sorting was over, Peeves appeared at the Slytherin table.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be here." Someone said with a frown.

"I am Peeves, I can go wherever I want."

Draco saw the conversation and frowned: "This guy was never allowed to enter the banquet before."

"Why?" Harry hadn't noticed this yet.

"It's hard to change his nature." Draco said, "It is said that when Barrow was still here, every time Peeves tried to come in, he was the one who stood up. Maybe it's because Barrow is gone--"

As he was speaking, Peeves seemed to have heard what was said here. He floated over, dug his hand into the cake, and grabbed a ball of cream in his hand. This was something that other ghosts could not do.

"What were you whispering to the great Peeves behind his back, you Malfoy?"

Just when Peeves was about to show his power, a figure came through the wall outside the auditorium.

"Peeves," Sindel said, and flew over low and grabbed Peeves' ears.

"Are you going to cause trouble? Do you know how much trouble it took me to convince the other ghosts to believe in you?"

"My ears are going to break, stop pulling me." Peeves waved his feet in the air, looking distressed.

In fact, Peeves only needed to fly to a higher place. He knew that Sindel was a decent ghost and could only walk, but he couldn't do that. Even if he could escape now, he wouldn't be able to escape for long.

Sindel seems to have the same characteristics as him, and she is more suppressive to Peeves than Barrow.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, how was your holiday?"

"Very well, Miss Sindel, thank you for your concern." Harry nodded, and then faced Sindel's burning gaze, and quickly added again: "Everything is-everything is fine."

"Okay." Sindel smiled and left with Peeves.

"Is this the Slytherin ghost?" A childish voice appeared diagonally opposite Harry. He was a newcomer this year and looked at Harry timidly. After noticing Harry's gaze, he made another guess and added, "Sir Potter."

"Your Mightiness."

How come you, a first-year student, know this name?

Harry really please, please don't let the lower grades call him that anymore.

"This is Professor Jones' assistant." Harry said, "If you have any questions about Defense Against the Dark Arts in the future, you can find her."

"Okay, sir." The little wizard nodded repeatedly.

Draco elbowed Harry, motioning him to look across.

Hermione was seen with her hands on her chest, completely different from the students around her who were enjoying the food.

"What the hell is this?" he whispered.

"I don't know either." Harry was a little confused.

"Hunger strike to protest for the house elves?" Draco curled his lips: "This is really... strange."

Then he turned to look at Harry and said, "You didn't even speak up for me in the car?"

Harry looked at him too.

Just when Draco thought Harry was about to express some insightful opinion, he heard Harry say calmly: "Do you think I'm not afraid?"

"."

"Okay." Draco shook his head helplessly: "It seems that we can only pray that she will quickly forget about this damn house-elf."

"Maybe," Harry said, "Anyway, I just hope that every time she brings up this topic, it's to your trouble instead of mine."

"Damn you," Draco said angrily.

"But it doesn't matter. Since the famous Mr. Scarhead has become a coward, I naturally don't have any psychological burden."

After dinner, Dumbledore stood up.

"Aha, a pleasant holiday is over." Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we are all full and satisfied, I must once again ask for your attention. I have a few announcements to make."

"First, let's talk about the changes in the faculty. I think everyone is aware that our Professor Remus Lupin has left to take part in a more important job, and when he left, he recommended a new Professor of Magical Creatures for us.

I am pleased to announce that Rubeus Hagrid has agreed to become Professor of Magical Creatures in addition to his current duties as Warden of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood up and waved happily amid the applause, and Harry could see tears of joy in the corners of his eyes.

There was no such joy below. Some people gasped, and some opened their mouths wide.

But the applause was still warm.

After the applause ended, Dumbledore spoke again:

"Mr. Filch, the castle caretaker, wants me to tell you that this year, there are a few more items that are prohibited in the castle. They are Screaming Bludgers. Students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest, and students below the third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade Village."

"I would also like to inform you with great regret that the Academy Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

Suddenly, the castle became excited, and the noisy voices drowned out the rain and thunder in the transparent dome above. They all opened their mouths and stared at Dumbledore silently, as if they were too shocked to speak.

"Because a large event will begin in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all have great fun. I am very pleased to announce that this year Hogwarts will have the honor of hosting a very wonderful event in the coming months, an event that has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding!" Fred yelled.

"I'm not joking, Mr Weasley," he said, "but since you mention joking, I did hear a very amusing joke about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all went into the same pub..."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

In the guest of honor seat, Moon was clinking glasses with Hagrid.

Hagrid was quietly wiping his tears with the tablecloth at this time. He said excitedly: "I have been looking forward to this moment for a long, long time."

"You deserve it." Moon said, "Well, of course, provided you don't forget the advice Lupin gave you."

"I did my best to do the job, and Lupin advised me not to do anything too dangerous.

Just like I was planning to show Norbert at first, but Lupin directly rejected the idea, and I listened to him. "

Mu En was a little embarrassed, and quickly agreed: "Yes, Lupin is very professional in this area. I usually ask him a lot of tips on how to get effective lectures that children like. You should also ask more."

"Yes, yes." Hagrid nodded and drank the beer in a large mug in one breath.

The news of the Triwizard Tournament made everyone agitated, especially Dumbledore, who said that because someone didn't want his competition to be overshadowed by a stupid event, he made some very interesting adjustments to the schedule of the Triwizard Tournament.

Many people turned their attention to Moon, but someone soon refuted that Professor Jones was not that irritable and would not use such rude words as "stupid competition".

But it seems that there is no one else.