Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"Seamus, if you're anywhere else and accidentally make something explode, make sure you used a blasting spell and not a simple transfiguration."

Professor McGonagall's angry voice echoed throughout the classroom, and all the students below shrank their necks in fear like chickens.

No wonder Professor McGonagall was so angry.

Because tonight, the other two schools participating in the Triwizard Tournament will arrive.

At this time, it was already October 30th.

Walking out of the Transfiguration classroom,

They walked in the newly renovated castle.

The castle had been thoroughly cleaned. Several dirty portraits had been scrubbed clean, much to the displeasure of the people whose faces had been scrubbed. They sat huddled in their frames, mumbling sullenly, and grimacing every time they touched the newly exposed pink flesh on their faces.

The armor also became shiny and no longer creaked when moving.

As we were walking, suddenly a hysterical voice appeared.

"Shoes! Your damn shoes!"

The crowd around them quieted down. Harry and Draco continued walking forward and saw Filch yelling at two first-year girls. The two girls were squatting on the ground wiping their shoes vigorously in fear.

"Do we want to let all the guests know that people at Hogwarts can't even keep their shoes clean?!"

Draco frowned and couldn't help but scold: "It's so noisy."

Filch turned around and saw Draco picking his ears impatiently.

"It would be much worse if the people from those two schools saw that our Hogwarts caretaker was such a hysterical maniac." He said calmly.

Then, without looking back, he walked down with Harry.

"You, how dare you!" Filch held out his hand.

Draco just gave a handsome smile to the two little girls who looked up.

After a moment, he heard the two little girls whispering in the back.

"Thank you very much, sir, but is the person next to him Mr. Potter?"

"I really don't know what I would do without that gentleman. But that is indeed Mr. Potter. Do you think he would be a warrior of our school?"

Draco's face was rarely pale anymore.

He is red.

Filch's outburst was obviously excessive, but it did express the current atmosphere in Hogwarts, just like Professor McGonagall just now.

Everyone actually hopes to be more formal so that the guests can see what a great school Hogwarts is.

The Great Hall was decorated overnight. Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing a Hogwarts house: red with a golden lion for Gryffindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver python for Slytherin.

And behind the guest of honor seat, there is a huge school emblem.

"It doesn't seem as interesting as the Halloween decorations." Fred George walked past them.

"I think so," Harry responded.

"Today is a formal occasion." Hermione said seriously, then turned to look at Harry and her tone became more serious: "I think this is a good time to promote SPEW."

She looked at Draco and Harry hopefully: "You two should be kind enough to wear the badges when you greet them.

As long as we can convince one or two people to take our ideas of house-elf liberation to those schools, and let this idea take root in other lands, it would be a wonderful thing to think about it. "

Harry and Draco took it very seriously.

'I'll wear it, under the lining,' Harry muttered apologetically in his head.

After the last class in the afternoon, almost everyone started shouting with excitement. They hurried back to the lounge to put down their backpacks, changed into clean robes, and hurried back to the auditorium.

"Everyone, be quiet! Line up, first-year students, stand in front." Professor McGonagall's voice was extremely serious, and she was very efficient in arranging the team. "Ms. Patil, take off that ridiculous thing on your head."

Snape was not slow either. As long as he glanced at them, everyone would behave themselves.

"Arrange by grade." He waved his hand and handed the matter over to the class leader.

Then he came to the middle of the team.

"Potter, come here." He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Harry: "Stand in the front and comb your damn long hair."

"Ah?" Harry opened his mouth and his eyes fell on Snape's hairstyle. Damn long hair

"Your hair is covering your ears, so you can't understand what people are saying?"

"Okay, okay." Harry spread his hands helplessly, then combed his hair up again, revealing the scar.

On the side, Professor Sprout obviously noticed Snape's actions. She glanced around and then quickly said, "Cedric, would you like to come to the front?"

On the other side, Professor McGonagall glanced around.

To be honest, it is not enough to rely solely on good grades, unless all the students with good grades stand at the front.

At the very least, you have to gain recognition from people in your own college so that no one can find fault with you.

Professor McGonagall walked over to Neville and whispered, "Where's your badge, Longbottom?"

"Professor, it's at my house." Neville said embarrassedly, "Grandma framed it."

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, turned and walked towards the Gryffindor prefect, then came back again, stretched out her hand and said, "Well, it's okay. We all know that you have a medal."

Neville reached out and took a badge from Professor McGonagall, and then under his gaze, the prefect badge turned into an Order of Merlin, Second Class.

"Put it on and stand in front," said Professor McGonagall, patting him on the back. "Pay attention."

Professor Flitwick's eyes were fixed on Luna.

After lining up, the little wizards filed down the steps and stood in line in front of the castle.

It was a cold, fresh evening, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.

The teachers stood behind the young wizards, at the castle entrance steps.

Mu Enshanshan arrived late and twisted her neck, making a crackling sound.

"You didn't just wake up, did you?" Dumbledore glanced at him and said, "If I remember correctly, you don't seem to have any classes this afternoon."

"Take a nap in the afternoon? Why would I do that?" Mu En twitched his lips: "Just a short nap."

"I thought you were not going to come down," said Dumbledore.

"Madame Maxime is a very polite and elegant lady. I won't put on airs." Mu En showed a sincere smile: "And the temperature tonight is quite good, isn't it?"

"You were quite arrogant back then," said Dumbledore.

"You didn't have much manners back then." Mu En laughed, "By the way, I'm afraid you don't know, there was no hostility between Grindelwald and I when we first met."

Dumbledore stopped talking. He raised his deep blue eyes and quickly changed the subject: "Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the representatives from Beauxbatons are here!"

"Where?" Many students heard his words and asked anxiously, looking in different directions.

"Over there." Harry in the front row raised his hand and pointed them in the direction.

It was a gigantic creature, much larger than a hundred flying broomsticks, and it was flying rapidly across the deep blue sky towards the castle, gradually growing larger and larger.

"It's a dragon!" a first-year screamed, and they were so excited that they saw a huge powder blue carriage flying towards them. It was as big as a house, and there was a coat of arms on the door, which was two golden crossed wands, with three stars coming out of each.

This huge carriage was pulled into the air by twelve winged horses. They all had silver manes and each horse was about the size of an elephant.

"It's so pink." said Mu En.

"Beauxbatons fits the description of the secret place where fairies live in the story very well," said Dumbledore, "with fountains, fairies, flowers, and so on."

As he was speaking, the carriage had already landed with a loud bang.

Madame Maxime came down, wrapped in a luxurious satin robe, just like the first time they met.

Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students followed suit. Many of the young wizards stood on tiptoe to get a better look at the woman.

Her face relaxed into an elegant smile and she held out a gleaming hand and moved toward Dumbledore, who, tall as he was, barely bent over to kiss it.

"Dear Madame Maxime," he said, "welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," Madame Maxime said in a low voice, "I hope all is well with you."

"Excellent, thank you," said Dumbledore.

"Jones, long time no see."

"Call me Mu En." Mu En shook her hand gently.

"Thank you. By the way, these are my students." Madame Maxime said, waving her hand casually behind her.

Harry was just staring at Madame Maxime, and only then did he notice that about twenty or thirty male and female students had gotten off the carriage. They had just followed the path that Maxime had opened and came close, but were blocked by her huge body.

Judging from their appearance, they were all around eighteen or nineteen years old, with some as old as children.

But Moon knew one of them, Gabrielle Delacour.

All of the children were shivering, which was not surprising, since their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them wore cloaks. Several students had their heads wrapped in scarves or turbans. The only eyes that showed were either looking up at Hogwarts or at Moon.

A man with such a posture will always attract attention.

Mu En raised his hand and waved it forward. A warm breeze appeared and blew out, dispelling the coldness from these boys.

"Moun, you are so considerate." Maxim said, "Is Karkaroff here?"

After a conversation, Madame Maxime led her students towards the place. They had come from afar, so taking a rest first was the best option.

"Come on." Madame Maxime raised her hand to her students with dignity, and the crowd made way for her and her students to walk up the stone steps.

"Professor." A passing student waved to Mu En.

"Long time no see." Mu En smiled and nodded, then his ears flickered and he turned to look in the direction of the Black Lake.

When the students of Beauxbatons entered the castle, Dumbledore looked at Moon and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Here it comes." Mu En said, "I heard the message that [Shui] gave me."

"That is indeed your expertise." Dumbledore nodded in understanding.

The other little wizards around also heard Mu En's words, and word spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Soon, all the little wizards focused their attention on the Black Lake.

But after a moment there was silence.

The wind blew across the lake, causing ripples to shimmer, reflecting the warm light of the Hogwarts fire.

"The professor must have made a mistake."

Just as these little wizards had this thought, a very strange and oppressive sound appeared. It gurgled and gradually became louder and louder, turning into an ear-piercing rumbling sound.

The lake was no longer calm. First, waves caused by undercurrents rose up for no reason, and then a huge whirlpool appeared - with a bang, a mast appeared from the lake.

"Ship! Sailboat!!"

Slowly, a magnificent three-masted sailing ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It looked strange, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a sunken ship that had just been salvaged, and the portholes flickered with dim, misty lights that looked like ghost eyes.

Mu En's mind began to wander. It was obvious that this ship was not from a regular fleet. Perhaps it was from pirates.

His eyes focused on the hull and he began to wonder whether this ship was worth plundering and collecting.

The people on the boat were going ashore. These young men from Durmstrang were all wearing black-brown fur, which looked like bear skin, which made them look more robust, even the girls were no exception.

"Dumbledore! Jones!" Karkaroff called enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp, clad in white furs. "My dear old fellows, how are you?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore nodded.

Mu En shook hands with him. Karkaroff's smile was indeed fake, and the indifference in his eyes was never hidden.

"Haha." Karkaroff laughed and looked up: "Dear old friend Hogwarts."

His teeth were very yellow. Harry was watching this man from the side. Although he was smiling, his eyes were not smiling. They were still cold and sharp. "It's great to be here, great... Viktor, come here and warm up... Do you mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a cold...

And Marcus, why didn't you come and say hello to the principal when you came back? ! "