Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 361 Why not invite Professor Jones to join "Vomiting"

After the game and dinner, Harry returned to the Slytherin common room.

A not-so-grand but extremely exquisite banquet has begun.

A silver and green tablecloth was spread on Slytherin's table.

The exquisite food is placed on the tablecloth, waiting for people to enjoy it.

There wasn't any big fish or meat, but that was enough for dinner.

Slytherins also don't have the habit of overeating, that's not elegant.

The food on the table was exquisite, mostly desserts, snacks, cakes, puddings and the like.

Even though Harry had already eaten a full meal at dinner, he couldn't help but feel hungry when looking at these things and picked up two pieces of pudding.

Draco was bragging to Astoria about his prowess in the arena.

In his words, he relied on his keen insight to discover the appearance of the first card, obtained the magic wand, and turned the situation of the first encounter around.

When facing the enemy, he was ruthless, decisive and merciless.

But when facing his classmates at Hogwarts, he turned into a tolerant and gentle "mature man".

Finally, he sat on the single sofa, facing the girls including Astoria, gently picked up the glass with his right hand and gently spread it out with his left hand.

"That's why I came to the Slytherin common room. I know it will be dangerous, but I also know that I will definitely have a chance to qualify here in Slytherin.

As a result, I think you all know that I have mastered——【Power】!"

As he said this, he flipped his hand, and just like Harry had done countless times, he magically revealed a card.

The Strength card is extremely interesting.

Although it has such a heavy name as "Strength".

But the card shows a gentle woman, gently caressing the head of a lion.

This is essentially saying that "Gentleness can tame a lion. Strength is not just about muscles and power, it can also be a strong heart!"

But Draco didn't know anything about Tarot cards, even now.

He just liked the metaphor of conquering Gryffindor.

Someone saw Harry return to the lounge, stood up, and raised his glass to him.

"Welcome, Potter, the Emperor who defeated the Fire Dragon Knight!"

Draco felt the gazes on him gradually fade away, but unusually he did not feel the same competitive spirit as before.

Just smiled.

He gradually got used to it.

This guy. Really.

Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly.

Then, Astoria was noticed.

She turned her gaze from Harry to Draco. "And then? Draco?"

"And then?" Draco smiled and shook his head, his eyes downcast: "And then, I qualified, it's that simple. In fact, it's not as grand as I said, it's just an ordinary game."

"Huh?" Astoria sighed a little disappointedly: "But I think it's amazing."

"Do you really think so?" Draco laughed out loud in disbelief. He didn't know why he wanted to laugh. Although in his own narration, he was like the protagonist of the story, but he knew very well that there were not so many scenes about him.

He gradually realized that Ron had written on the stairs: "All eyes are on us."

How ridiculous.

He knew he wasn't outstanding enough.

Unexpectedly, Astoria in front of Draco nodded seriously.

"Of course, I think Draco you are trying to make your story more exciting.

But there is no need to. The images I saw from the screen were amazing enough.”

"What I said?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, what you said in front of the principal's office." Astoria said with a smile: "You did something that many people dare not do."

Draco took a sip of tequila in silence, remembering what he had said to the Beauxbatons in front of the headmaster's office on the third floor.

That was his determination and also his declaration to himself before the war.

He didn't expect that the battle would be broadcast by the professor.

I don’t know what the consequences will be if my father hears these words.

In fact, ever since he helped Ron during the Path of Suffering in the Tower, he knew that there were some things that were no longer hidden.

The entanglements between the fathers and his own thoughts, with Harry Potter, with Hermione, the Muggle-born wizard friend, with Voldemort, and with the future or completely inevitable conflicts, gradually began to surface.

They were like a ferocious beast, even if he didn't want to think about these annoying things anymore.

But he couldn't escape because he had been running away for too long.

It's easy to make a declaration, as long as you get excited.

But when it came to actually solving the problem, he found himself somewhat incompetent.

Because at a certain moment, he would inevitably see this problem lying before him.

seems to be saying.

"You can only face everything if you solve our problem!"

"Thank you, Astoria." Draco thanked her gently and drank the wine in the glass.

"I'm going to rest first."

After saying that, he returned to the dormitory.

Lying quietly on the bed, watching the flickering candlelight around me.

The darkness was like a tide, gradually surrounding him.

At the same time, Harry fiddled with a phonograph that someone had gotten, and slowly played a record.

Amid the hustle and bustle, a favorite tune he heard at the end of last semester floated out melodiously.

Hello darkness my old friend.

I've come to talk with you again.

Because a vision softly creeping.

Left its seeds while I was sleeping.

And the vision that was planted in my brain.

Still remains within the sound of silence.

The next day, at noon, Hermione's eyebrows seemed to be raised, looking at the exquisite meal in front of her, not happy at all.

"I can't believe it. All four colleges held private banquets yesterday. I thought only Fred and George from our college could do such a thing!"

"It's always been a Hufflepuff tradition to go to the kitchen to eat and drink." Draco listlessly crushed a piece of soft potato with a knife.

"Oh, yes, as if Slytherin is much better." Hermione frowned: "Who cares about those house-elves.

After taking charge of dinner, he had to work non-stop to prepare banquet meals for the four colleges.

Then there was the cleaning up after our party and the late night cleaning.

Guess what time breakfast shows up, 7:30!!

I doubt they even have time to sleep.”

Draco didn't bother to argue.

No matter what, he also has a house-elf at home.

Hey.

"You're going to give that 'vomit' sermon again, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically.

"No, that's no use at all!" Hermione said firmly, "I've got the core of the problem!"

"What?" Harry asked with interest.

"Because our House-Elf Rights Promotion Association doesn't have someone who is capable of leading everyone!" said Hermione.

"Like?" Draco put down his knife and fork.

"For example, a professor!" Hermione said seriously, "We need a professor that every student knows. He will play a perfect leading role."

"So what do you think?" Draco asked, "Professor Flitwick? He'd better speak up. I also suggest Professor Snape. He will tell you what reality is."

However, the answers he was thinking of were not the two he mentioned.

Hermione shook her head and rubbed her hands together.

"Professor Jones!" she said.

Harry jerked his head up, no longer dealing with the damn spiny fish.

He was just wondering why there was no spell to remove fish bones, but now, he was thinking - "Hermione, why not, forget it."

"Why?" Hermione frowned and looked at Harry: "The professor is very gentle, everyone knows him and likes him. Why not?"

"Well, he's not that gentle either," Harry said stiffly.

"How can you say that?" Hermione was a little dissatisfied, and quickly put down her knife and fork: "I'm done eating, how about you?"

"Go now?" Draco's face was filled with joy, his eyes narrowed into slits: "Ah, I'm done eating too."

"Never mind." Harry said, "Hermione and I will go."

He knew what Draco was thinking.

And he also knew that this was not going to be a pleasant trip to the office.

Harry could guarantee that.

Uncle Mu En, who despises even the existence of gods, has always been "people-oriented".