Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

Because there were so many warriors participating in the competition and reporters from various countries flocked to the event, Dumbledore had to schedule all the interviews on weekends.

On the first floor of Hogwarts, in a small classroom on the left side of the entrance hall, the Slytherin warriors looked at each other and greeted reporters one by one.

They were the second group, and these reporters had just finished interviewing the Gryffindor warriors.

Draco humbly told the reporter from Magic News that although he was only in the fourth grade, his academic performance had always been among the best and he would work hard to get good grades.

At the same time, he also gave a detailed introduction to his surname, which comes from the Twenty-Eight Holy Families with a long history.

Harry looked at the woman standing in front of him awkwardly, facing those cunning, aggressive and sharp eyes.

This was the first time Harry faced Rita Skeeter directly. He didn't know how to describe the look in her eyes. It seemed that she was always observing and examining every target that appeared in front of her 24 hours a day.

She wore exaggerated makeup, and even put a mole on her lip to look sexy. She carried a small pink leather bag in her hand.

"Okay, Potter, don't be nervous." Rita took out parchment and an automatic shorthand quill from her small bag.

She looked at Harry expectantly. "I must ask in advance, do you mind if I use my usual exaggerated approach?"

"Well, as long as it's not particularly leading, of course you can." Harry nodded. He knew what Rita was afraid of.

"Very good, you are very generous." Rita quickly pinched Harry's face and said, "You are really young, one of the youngest warriors."

As he spoke, the shorthand quill began to record: "Genius boy, Triwizard Warrior - Harry Potter."

"I think you must feel some pressure, facing opponents who are stronger and more knowledgeable in magic than you at this age." Rita began to ask.

"It's okay." Harry said lightly, "Actually, for me, I just treat this as a leisure activity, and I don't have the mentality of having to win. Compared to the competition, my personal focus is still on my studies."

shhhhh--

The quill began to record.

"Faced with reporters' questions, Harry Potter directly said that this match was just a game for him and he had no pressure at all. He also said that facing these people would not require too much effort."

"I saw it." Harry pointed to the contents of the parchment.

"Oh, this." Rita showed the parchment and explained, "Just some finishing touches."

"It means something completely different," Harry said firmly.

"Okay, okay." Litaton felt bored and erased the content.

Then she asked two simple questions and went to the others.

Click——

"Oh, Potter, is your interview over?" Professor Flitwick pushed open the door and saw Harry who had just stood up: "Come here, we need to check the wands."

"Ok."

When Harry walked out of the house, he saw Hermione standing in front of a hunched old man.

"Ah, vine wood, made from dragon nerves, nine and three-quarters inches, I'm right. It's a beautiful wand, and I remember the books in my bedroom banging against my door when you picked it out."

"Yes, sir," Hermione nodded beside her.

"No problem, this wand is great, I hope you win a good place with it." Ollivander returned the wand to Hermione.

At the same time, they also noticed Harry approaching.

"Mr. Potter, it's nice to see you again."

"Phoenix feather." Harry handed the wand to Ollivander.

"Ah, you remember that many people only regard wands as tools and don't remember these things. But if it is you, Mr. Potter, then everything is acceptable."

"."

I only remember it because of Voldemort.

Harry was a little speechless and turned to look at Hermione: "What questions were you interviewed about?"

"They asked some irrelevant questions," Hermione said, "but I tried to talk about the philosophy of house-elves during the interview."

"what?"

"Yes, newspapers are very important media, right?" Hermione nodded seriously, as if she wanted to see a sign of approval on Harry's face.

"What did the guy who interviewed you say?" Harry said calmly.

"She wrote it down, and I can only pray that it will really appear in the newspaper."

"Okay." Harry nodded, and at the same time, Ollivander handed the wand back.

He looked a little strange, and said, "Mr. Potter, there is nothing wrong with the wand, but it is strange that it is too new. It does not look like a four-year-old wand."

Harry took the wand and explained, "Maybe it's because I've taken better care of myself, so I look younger."

"I think so." Ollivander nodded, took the wand from the person behind him and began to check it.

After a while, all the wands of the group passed the inspection, and after taking formal photos with the professors, Draco played with the wand in his hand boredly.

An idea suddenly occurred to him: "Why don't we go find Hagrid."

"That's fine." Harry thought about it and realized that it seemed like he hadn't seen Hagrid for more than two weeks.

I just hope that those blast-tailed skrewts have almost eaten each other up. The last time they went there, they were all scared by that thing.

"Oh, right!" Hermione suddenly reacted: "I haven't invited Hagrid to join our association yet. If it's him, he will definitely support me!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand and ran straight towards the castle: "Wait for me for a moment, I'll be there soon."

Draco squatted on the grass, supporting his head with one hand and twirling his wand on the ground with the other.

"Even Hagrid wouldn't join."

Sure enough, when they arrived at Hagrid's hut, Hagrid also thought this matter was ridiculous.

And unlike Harry and Draco, he would not consider each other's feelings in such 'little things'. Hagrid was a carefree guy.

"Sorry, I refuse. It is their nature to serve wizards." He gently returned the badge to Hermione: "But I can give you two Sickles to support your career!"

Seeing that Hermione seemed to want to say something, Draco decisively changed the subject: "Hagrid, you have been very busy recently."

Hagrid nodded. "Oh, yes. Teaching, and taking care of those skrewts."

"What else?" Draco continued.

"And what else? Hagrid thought about it, and also helped Muen in the Forbidden Forest - oh, I can't tell you that!"

Draco had a satisfied smile on his face.

"No, it's okay. We already know what Professor Jones has arranged in the Forbidden Forest." He said calmly.

"Really?" Hagrid asked doubtfully. "Did I tell you about the cards, too?"

"Cards? What cards?"

"Ah, you cunning boy." Hagrid finally reacted at this time: "You are trying to trick me, right?!"

Draco began to think in his mind and he didn't say anything. Hagrid had become alert and wouldn't say anything. He was already satisfied with the information.

"Hagrid, what is this?" Harry changed the subject, and what appeared in his hand was an empty cologne bottle.

The bottle is still new, but the perfume inside is gone.

"Oh, this!" Hagrid took the bottle back nervously, and then suddenly thought of something.

He stood up from the sofa, his back straighter than ever, and hit his head directly against the ceiling, with some spider webs sticking to it.

"Harry, how about this?" He tugged at his clothes.

"Oh." Harry nodded. "Well, you're not wearing those big robes anymore. I know, I noticed it during class. So this - oh!!"

As Harry was talking, he suddenly took a breath of cold air.

"Hagrid, you-you want a date?!" he said in disbelief.

"Oh, no." Hagrid waved his hands nervously. "It's not even a date yet. We're just chatting. We're still in the getting-to-know-you stage."

"Madame Maxime?" Harry asked bluntly.

"How do you know?" Hagrid's surprised voice shook a lot of dust off the ceiling.

"Intuition," said Harry.

Hagrid scratched his head, a shy look on his rough face: "You are very perceptive."

"What a sharp guy!" Draco opened his mouth wide.

"Anyway, what do you think?" Hagrid said again, "My, uh, outfit."

"Hmm" Harry thought for a moment, then looked at Draco. Hagrid was wearing a furry brown suit, it wasn't originally furry, but the entire surface of the suit was pilling.

The collar was matched with a yellow and orange plaid tie, which did not match the jacket and was very short, almost the length of a scarf on him.

But that wasn't the worst of it, he had obviously tried to straighten it out, using lots of motor oil or something like that. Now his hair was slicked back into two bunches - yes, two bunches! Maybe he wanted to put it in a ponytail, but there was just too much hair.

"Okay, let's get out first," said Harry.

The group arrived outside the door and saw Hagrid just standing there. Harry and Draco thought for a moment and decided to let Hagrid wash his face and trim his beard first.

"Oh, no!" Hagrid protested, "Where's my beard?"

"No, Hagrid, we're going to trim our beards, not shave them all off." Harry explained, "Anyway, we can't let those short beards go unchecked, right?

Then you'll need a coat, Hagrid, you're too big for this, which means you can't just wear a short coat like this.

Vikings would braid their beards, what do you think of that? "

For some time afterwards, Draco focused his attention on the 'card'.

But he had no clue.

Hermione's words were indeed reported, those ideas about house-elves, and the person who reported them was Rita Skeeter.

"Hermione Granger is undoubtedly special. She is a rare fourth-year warrior, the only girl among them, and has an extraordinary sense of humor and relaxation.

When we were talking, she didn't feel any pressure. Instead, she told us a joke about house elves, which made everyone laugh."

Hermione was so angry after reading the report that she didn't even bother to correct Harry's behavior of not paying attention in History of Magic class.

Time was going faster and faster, and Harry had to speed up his time.

Starting from this year, he gradually shifted his focus and began to sit in the back row in the History of Magic and Arithmetic Divination classes. He had already learned these courses, so he decided to reuse this time to do his own additional learning and calculations.

Just as he was immersed in the vast knowledge of bioalchemy and was preparing to try to create a completely independent individual on his own.

Competition day is approaching!