Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Returning to the Slytherin common room, Harry and his companions heard an unparalleled cheer. Everyone rushed over and asked, "How was it? What exactly is the first project?"

McCherry spread his hands and said, "He said a lot, but I didn't quite understand."

"They said you're not even allowed to use a wand," Gard said helplessly.

Everyone was immediately confused by this: "No wands allowed?"

"That's right." Mike nodded.

"That's good for you." The man punched McCherry in the chest, making a dull thumping sound. "Look at your size, you are naturally ahead of many people!"

"That's not the case." Garde explained, "I guess it's just to test everyone's on-the-spot ability. It's also the most basic calculation."

"That's true." Everyone couldn't help nodding.

At the same time, outside Hogwarts, an adult and a child were walking slowly.

"Jordan, I'm a little surprised you didn't make the Warriors."

"Professor, I'm more surprised than you - okay, just kidding, I know my level." Jordan scratched his head indifferently.

"Haha." Mu En smiled and asked, "So, are you interested in knowing the rules of this game before those warriors?"

Jordan's expression changed and he looked at Mu En suddenly.

"Professor. Me?"

"Yes, you." Mu En nodded affirmatively: "This is your talent. If you like it, there are not many opportunities like this, right?

Mr. Bagman is very busy, so he has no problem commentating on smaller tournaments. But this tournament is a little difficult for him, and it lasts a long time.

"But professor, I... I'm just a student." Jordan pointed at himself.

"Hi." Moon waved his hand nonchalantly. "When you heard those famous people talking about what they did when they were students, didn't you feel a little envious? For example, the ones you saw today - Dumbledore, Krum?"

Jordan was a little confused: "Is this some amazing skill of mine?"

"How would I know?" Mu En shrugged.

“Perhaps you will become the world’s best host or commentator, or even a minister through public speaking?

It's just commentating on a Triwizard Tournament, not an exam that will determine your future."

"Well, Professor, I guess I can't refuse this." Jordan nodded. "It's a chance to show off, right?"

"That's right." Mu En couldn't help but laugh: "It was a big hit, at least it was like that when I was a student."

"Then it's settled. We'll sign a confidentiality agreement tomorrow. By the way, let me tell you first, this competition will take place in real time at the other two schools. If you make a fool of yourself, all three schools will be embarrassed."

"what?!"

Mu En continued to walk out. He raised his hand and said, "No need to see me off, Jordan. You are too polite."

Jordan looked back and found that he was already quite far away from the castle.

"This..." He took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily, and a question arose in his mind.

"You even teach a humble guy like me. How many Hogwarts students do you remember?"

In the first week of November, the atmosphere of the entire school changed. The little wizards, who should have been shivering in the gradually decreasing temperature, became more restless than ever.

More than half a month, my God, how long will we have to wait!

Monday, Moon's first class, fourth year Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Looking at those scattered auditors, he was really confused.

Didn't Professor McGonagall send you the NEWT advanced class schedule?

He remembered sending it.

There were about a dozen people coming, including four Beauxbatons students including Fleur, and the remaining seven or eight Durmstrang students.

Looking at the students in red school uniforms who were constantly whispering to each other, he quickly understood what this meant.

As a school that teaches black magic, it is obvious that they are not here to attend classes.

Instead, come and see how funny this so-called 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' is.

Interesting.

He first calmly drank a sip of energy potion, propped one hand on the desk, and then slowly said: "According to convention, I think everyone knows that today-"

A Beauxbatons student at the back raised his hand.

"Professor Mu, may I ask what exactly is black magic defense?"

"Ah, that's a very good question." Moon put down the cup: "But before that, Moon, remember the pronunciation of n."

In order to make these students hear clearly, Mu En spoke slowly and unhurriedly: "As for Defense Against the Dark Arts, to put it simply, it is a course used to prevent and protect yourself.

It's just that most of the dangers encountered in the lives of wizards are more or less related to the Dark Arts, so we call it Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Today was a practical class. Harry sat in the front row, quietly looking at Moon's notes.

The student nodded in understanding: "But black magic is powerful and strange, can it really be prevented?"

Mu En still had that gentle smile: "It still depends on the strength of both sides."

"So that's how it is. I understand, Professor Mu." The student stopped asking questions and turned to look at the classmate next to him and whispered in Bulgarian.

"I asked this teacher yesterday. I heard that a mysterious person cursed this class. He is the only one who managed to be re-elected."

"Maybe he never taught the real thing," another person said.

Suddenly, these people burst into laughter.

Harry turned his head and looked at the guy who had just spoken.

Then he suddenly discovered that the people sitting there from Durmstrang were the "failed students" who were at the long table yesterday.

Suddenly, he took back the slight regret he had felt for the other person at the dinner table last night.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked quietly.

"He speaks good English," Harry praised, putting his notes away.

On the podium, Mu En waved his hand, and the classroom suddenly widened and expanded: "Then let's start today's content, the practical course."

"Actual combat?" Furong was a little surprised.

"Yes, it's a real fight, mainly used to practice spells. I see there are four of you there, you can also practice with yourselves. Don't worry, the people next to you won't attack you."

Obviously, it was just a mutter, and Furong didn't expect Mu En to hear it and respond.

As was her habit at Beauxbatons, she quickly stood up and said slowly and as standardly as possible: "Professor, we understand. But there's no need for training. Can we just watch? Learn about the teaching content at Hogwarts. We won't disturb you."

"Of course." Mu En nodded casually and began to direct these little guys to practice.

A moment later, when most people were in place and some had even raised their wands, ready to wave.

"Professor Mu!" a rough voice sounded.

"I wanted to practice my spells, but they all have company."

It was the same man from before. He stood up, looking even taller and stronger with a beard. The other Durmstrang men around him couldn't help laughing when they saw his movements.

Just as the Hogwarts students set their sights on Moon, a voice appeared directly.

"I can do it for you." Harry pushed Draco aside and looked at the man.

"Professor, this might not be a good idea." He said hesitantly, with a smile on his face. "Besides, I am good at dark magic, if his defense skills are not so good..."

Mu En waved his hands helplessly: "Go ahead and beat the child. He is disobedient. Beat him twice and he will behave himself."

"That's true." The man nodded in agreement. "Since your professor hasn't said anything yet, and you've stepped out without following the rules, you really deserve a couple more beatings."

Harry was silent for a while and stood directly opposite the man.

"Are you ready to start?" the man asked.

"Wait." Harry waved his hand.

"If you don't want to fight, I understand." He said pretentiously, "I know this is unfair, I will hold back. After all, I just want to experience how effective your so-called [Defense] is."

Harry shook his head helplessly and simply took off his robes.

Then, in full view of everyone, he threw the wand to Draco.

"What do you mean?" The man's eyes began to turn unfriendly.

Harry ignored all this and took off his formal coat again, revealing the shirt and vest underneath. He loosened his collar and smoothed out his sleeves.

"Okay, come on," he said.

"Okay, let me see how your teacher taught me to defend against me. It's best not to run around like a rat."

"You'll know soon." Harry pushed his glasses up, a glimmer of light appeared on the temples, and he held the glasses tightly.

"Water Gun--" The man suddenly raised his wand, and a stream of water like an arrow rushed straight towards Harry.

Step left and sideways!

Not a centimeter more or less, the water gun shot past him until it hit the boundary of the dividing field and then disappeared.

"Five more steps."

In fact, Harry felt that he rarely felt irritable. For him, many things in life were either not something he needed to care about or something he didn't need to be anxious about.

This was one of his rare unhappy moments.

He was really asking for trouble, and he believed it would be much easier to use magic.

But no!

That wasn't direct enough, it wasn't violent enough, and it couldn't be given to this guy so blatantly - humiliation!

Yes, he wanted to make it clear that I can kill you without using a magic wand!

Why? No reason.

Just because he was too noisy, that's all.

The man looked in horror as Harry dodged his spell, frowned, and waved his wand once more.

"Villa Vito - everything explodes -"

Once again, Harry moved to the left, avoiding the bulge under his feet caused by the Transfiguration Charm, and directly dodging the swift and fierce blasting spell.

At the same time, while the opponent was casting a connecting spell, he took two steps forward again.

"kakeвb3moжhotoвa?!"

In fact, because Harry's behavior was so horrifying, the man couldn't help but take a step back.

If it was a normal duel, he had counter spells and protective spells.

But this guy didn't even use any spells! !

"Corrosion Thread—"

A black and purple strand rushed towards Harry like a whip.

He dodged to the left, but unexpectedly the whip changed direction and attacked him.

"finally."

How long was the first and second grades? Anyway, before he could cast spells perfectly without a wand, he had been playing with a broken branch disguised as a wand.

There are some commonly used spells that are now as easy as pie in the sky.

As everyone watched, he raised his hand.

boom--

The curse was immediately slapped away.

"what?!"

"Wait! Did I see it wrong? That thing just now was black magic!!"

"He just flew away like that?"

At the same time, Harry's speed also increased.

Three steps, two steps.

He took a step forward, and at the same time, the man released his spell once again.

"Shadow of Fear"

This spell can transform oneself into the existence that the other party fears the most - directly striking the heart. No matter how powerful the existence is, this spell will cause a certain delay in its movements.

However, in his eyes at this moment, that figure did not show any emotional fluctuations at all.

Then, an answer emerged in his mind, an answer that was almost impossible, but the only one that could explain the scene before him.

"Occlumency?!"

"One step!" Harry muttered, then stretched out his left hand, grabbed the opponent's right wrist, and turned it over.

"What a powerful force!" He had no ability to resist at all because his wrist was pinched and his body involuntarily bent sideways.

At the same time, the other hand was raised high.

He already knew what this was going to be.

In his eyes, he only saw that fellow who was thinner and shorter than himself, with a pair of green pupils staring at him without any emotion. That kind of sight even made him tremble uncontrollably.

At the same time, blazing flames suddenly burst out from the hand that was raised high.

And in the flames, a silver light flashed, seeming to outline a certain shape.

"That is."

As the hand gradually enlarged before his eyes, he seemed to see what was outlined by the silver light.

"Let me teach you how to pronounce 'N'." Harry's calm words rang in his ears.

His English was really good. Except for the first sentence at the beginning, he was fluent all the time, and now he could understand what Harry said.

The next moment, everything went dark before his eyes. In his ears, there was a crisp sound at first, followed by a muffled sound, and then the intense pain of his head hitting the hard ground.

"Ovenyev!!" his companions exclaimed hurriedly.

Oviniev lay on the ground with his wand dropped to the side. He opened his eyes after a long while. Blood was constantly flowing from his ears and nose, and there was a burn scar in the shape of an "N" on his face.

In his vision, which was swollen and painful due to congestion, he caught a glimpse of a thin dark figure standing beside him.

He just stood there, rubbing his wrist.

"This is how I defend myself against your dark magic."

He heard the man say.

"Wand." Harry turned around and spread out his hands, and Draco threw the wand to him.

He waved it casually, "Healed as before—" and then turned away.

"I'm really sorry, but I can only treat minor injuries," he said, "so you'd better go to the infirmary."

Oviniev sat up again in a daze, and sat on the floor, his hands involuntarily touching his face.

"hiss"

It seems that the so-called incurable injury is the "N" burn on the face.

Mu En couldn't help but smile while sitting on the podium.

By the way, he also reminded the Durmstrang students who were walking outside in Bulgarian: "The infirmary is on the left."

Listening to Mu En's fluent tongue-clicking, the students' bodies suddenly stiffened for a moment.

It turned out that the professor understood everything that we had just said.

After those people left, the whole classroom suddenly burst into cheers.

"Harry Potter!"

Some people even looked at Furong and others beside them.

"We are Slytherins, Slytherin's warriors!"

Amid the cheers, Draco came to Harry, looking horrified: "Damn, how can you be so strong!"

Harry put on his coat and said casually, "I'm just naturally stronger."

"Do you think I believe it?" Draco spread his hands and looked at him like a fool, then shook his head: "Really, you are not elegant at all, not Slytherin at all."

"Then next time if I have the chance, I will just keep casting the armor spell, then walk up to you slowly, step by step - and slap you in the face. That's elegant enough, isn't it?"

"Don't hit me, thank you." Draco rubbed his cheek, seeming to feel an inexplicable stinging pain.