Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

The outside world, outside the stadium.

Everyone was concentrating on watching the scene on the screen, and Jordan's words were still passionate, even though he and Mr. Bagman had already taken over shifts several times.

"Night is about to fall, and here is an overall report on the event.

In the Forbidden Forest, in the Night Thestrals tribe, five warriors are brewing a potion. Whoever can take the baby Thestrals back from the hands of death will become the God of Death.

In the Centaur tribe, a total of seven warriors will take the Centaur stargazing test tonight, and only one can become the [Wheel of Fortune];

The girls of the unicorn tribe will compete for the [lover] that symbolizes purity and sincerity;

Fleur from Beauxbatons and three other warriors will summon the tide for the Murloc tribe tonight. One of them will become a [priestess].

Next is our [Chariot] - the Hippogriff. Currently, there are a total of twelve warriors chasing its trail.

If they fail to gain the werewolves' trust before night falls completely, it will be difficult for these warriors to fight back when the werewolves appear.

At present, many warriors in the Forbidden Forest have received the news and headed to the grassland, which is the only safe place at night - of course, this is my guess. There should be no problem.

Of course, there were also warriors who used herbs and a series of other methods to hide themselves, intending to force their way through this dangerous night in the forbidden forest.

We will deliver the Hogwarts campus news to you promptly after class starts.

Now, we turn our attention to the meadow, to the Whomping Willow, where the warriors are about to make their choice."

In the audience, Snape had a gloomy look on his face, and an inexplicable aura emanated from his body.

The intensity of the pain was so severe that even the people around him couldn't help but feel palpitations and stayed away from him.

'That damn cat head, this damn script, is it intentional or a coincidence?'

Snape didn't think there would be such a coincidence!

At this moment, his mood was extremely bad.

If that person had not been standing right next to the Hanged Man, he would have stopped watching the fight and gone to have a good confrontation with that damn Cat-Head!

As for now?

He wanted to see how that guy would deal with this situation.

At the same time, not far from him, Rubeus Hagrid, who knew nothing about Tarot cards, was asking Flitwick next to him.

"Julius, what is the meaning of the Hanged Man?"

"Ah, that's easy." Flitwick explained, beginning to review the general knowledge of divination that he had learned decades ago.

"Major Arcana No. 12, The Hanged Man.

Oh, Miss Granger has already started explaining, she is truly the most knowledgeable child in our fourth grade."

Then Hagrid also hurriedly looked at the curtain.

“The Hanged Man symbolizes self-sacrifice, and the card usually shows a warrior hung upside down with a faint angel halo above his head.

Although others thought it was extremely painful, he looked calm.

Because he knew that he was sacrificing for others, even if his body was destroyed, his spirit would live forever. "

"Exactly." Flitwick looked at Professor McGonagall in admiration, and Professor McGonagall also smiled.

On the curtain, Cedric thought for a moment, and then he had an idea.

"A warrior who sacrificed himself for others and was hung upside down?"

He looked at the four murderers and asked, "What did you mean by the fruit of the Whomping Willow?"

"Oh, what a smart human, I like you." Nail Head nodded with satisfaction.

“As the name suggests, the fruit that is hung up is the stuff of the Whomping Willow.

Also, please note that at night, especially on a full moon night, the professors may not be able to snatch the fruit from the Whomping Willow.

You have seen those corpses, right? They are the people who were accidentally entangled in it before and were not rescued in time."

Harry took a step forward, a little confused: "Then tell me, if he died, how would you face the school?

It's impossible that there are no rules at all in the school."

"Let's wait until the teachers rescue him." Nailhead said indifferently, "It's just one night anyway."

After receiving the news, Harry and Cedric turned around and whispered, "So, the fruit must be hanging?"

"It seems that the most basic concept is that someone has to replace him, just like the core of the Hanged Man - 'sacrifice'." Harry said.

At the same time, he couldn't help feeling a little confused.

“This rule.”

He felt something was not right. It seemed a bit too difficult.

Hanging upside down for a night can basically make a person a cripple.

Of course, they are wizards and can always use spells to maintain their most basic condition.

But it won't get any better overnight.

Hermione nodded uncertainly, "Maybe that's the only way. Those four guys treated him like this because he's a human.

We also heard it before. That idiot deliberately emphasized the words "you three humans". The emphasis should be on the word "human beings".

Cedric nodded. "Instead, help others bear the suffering. It does fit the meaning of the Hanged Man. Do you have any ideas? If not, I can go up and try it first."

Hermione shook her head, and when Cedric saw that Harry didn't answer, he turned and walked towards the nail head.

When Snape saw this scene, his face twitched and the gloomy aura on his body had condensed into substance.

Foolish, self-righteous choices, and.

Then he turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

A voice called out to Cedric and Snape.

In the arena, facing Cedric's puzzled look, Harry considered it for a moment, then explained: "I think there are other ways."

Cedric turned to look at Harry, his expression showing no sign of impatience.

“It’s obvious that these four guys will go to class soon. Now it should be about half an hour before the real night begins.

In other words, this half hour is a special time period in the entire process of "The Hanged Man".

After they leave, the content and difficulty of this mission will change accordingly."

Cedric nodded, that was indeed the case.

If these guys leave, I'll probably have to find a way to break the blockade of the Whomping Willow and go in to rescue them.

It was much more difficult than it is now.

"In theory, now should be the easiest time," Cedric said.

"Only now can I sacrifice myself through direct communication with them."

Harry was lost in thought.

The judging panel is not there to just sit there and do nothing. If you don’t do a good job, even if you qualify, you will probably still get a lot of points.

Harry felt from the bottom of his heart that this way of sacrificing himself and taking someone else's place was too honest.

Even if they can qualify in the end, they will probably be at the bottom of the rankings.

Cedric looked at Harry in silence and gradually calmed down.

After a moment, he also felt that this was a bit unreliable and it was all his fault that he had been carried away by the thought.

In the way I just did, I would be hung upside down for a while, and tomorrow when I got the corresponding tarot cards, they would probably be snatched away by someone else.

Damn it, if Potter hadn't stopped me, I would have done something stupid.

At this moment, Harry turned and looked at the four famous murderers.

He approached slowly, his tone relaxed.

"They're just trying to trick us by saying that they must have the 'fruit'. I don't remember the Whomping Willow having such a temperament."

"You can try it." Nail Head gave a faint smile.

As he spoke, Nailhead waved his fingers.

A vine suddenly appeared at the root of the Whomping Willow and extended towards the corpses hanging on the trunk.

The vines climbed up and then slowly pulled the corpses down with force.

The next moment, the branches of the Whomping Willow began to dance wildly.

But in the blink of an eye, the vine that had transformed into the nail head was shattered into pieces.

"Actually, there really is such a damn setting?" Harry felt a little embarrassed.

but

Harry couldn't help but smile inwardly.

This is actually good news.

"I think I know why you're still here instead of going to class," said Harry.

Nailhead looked at him teasingly, as if smiling: "Of course, because I'm a good person.

I offer you an option, an option where you can suffer in his place."

"No, no, no, this is not the rule." Harry shook his head, paced slowly, and looked at them with undisguised aggression.

"Of course this is the rule." Nailhead opened his arms: "I am the one who makes the rules!"

"You're wrong." Harry shook his head: "There is only one rule here, and that is 'regardless of the means, only the results matter'."

Having said that, he finally stopped.

The next moment, Harry waved his hands violently: "Flying sand and rocks——"

A cloud of black sand appeared out of nowhere, completely blocking the view between Harry and the four killers.

At the same time, a dark shadow flew towards Hermione.

"Is that... the wand of that guy just now?!" Cedric exclaimed.

He instantly understood why Harry had been engaging in a verbal confrontation with the other party while walking.

At the same time, he heard another voice.

The nail head pulled his hand horizontally, and an inexplicable wind appeared, quickly driving away the dust. Then he saw a face approaching.

"Guardian——Guardian——"

"Now, my rules are the rules!"

The next moment, the iron fist emitting the light of the Patronus Spell slammed into Nail Head's chest.

"It's unforgivable white magic!" Freddy, who was wearing claw knife gloves, shouted in horror, just like a little wizard in Hogwarts seeing someone using black magic.

Hermione also reacted at this time.

In the previous 'background', there are two important things that are easily overlooked.

One was the wand that fell to the ground at the beginning.

Another thing is the attitude of the people here towards defensive spells, or should I say 'white magic'!

"Expecto Patronus—" Hermione also waved her wand, and a white otter appeared from the top of the wand.

Harry, on his side, looked at Nail Head, who kept smoking a cigarette on his chest, and he was not surprised.

This guy doesn't have any strength that's beyond his competition level. The tricks he performed just now were nothing more than Transfiguration and hanging upside down.

It doesn't even have anything to do with black magic.

But it was thanks to the Half-Blood Prince that Harry knew this spell.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to notice it just now, and might even have suspected that Nail Head's level was too strong, which allowed him to control others so easily.