Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 378 Hedwig

"Motorcycle?"

Mu En listened to Harry's idea and nodded in understanding: "It's a suitable way for two people to travel, a three-wheeled motorcycle or a two-wheeled one?"

"A three-wheeler," said Harry. He didn't feel comfortable asking for Sirius's car directly, and he knew that the organizing committee probably wouldn't allow it.

Or maybe it was allowed? He suspected someone had already asked for the broomstick to be modified.

As for Moon, he just nodded and didn't ask Harry for more details. He had time to watch the students' chariot transformation.

After saying goodbye to Moon, Harry began to think about more details of the renovation in his mind as he walked, and soon arrived at the Owl Shed.

However, he did not intend to send a letter.

"Hedwig." Harry called softly. A pure white snowy owl stood out in the gray shed. It flapped its wings and flew towards Harry. It landed on his arm and tilted its head in confusion. It didn't see the letter in Harry's hand and didn't understand why its master came here.

Then, it flew to its nest, and came back again with a dead mouse in its mouth, which it seemed it wanted to share with Harry.

"Thank you, but no thanks," Harry smiled and pushed, leading Hedwig outside the shed.

"Hedwig, I want a navigator," Harry said softly.

It was a two-person chariot race, and Harry didn't want to waste resources by having another person do the chariot driving.

So, he wants to leave this simple task to a good friend whom he can trust.

Like Hedwig.

Hedwig turned her head 360 degrees and looked at Harry with her big eyes in confusion.

Not just doubts, but even some concerns?

"Hedwig, I'm serious," Harry said involuntarily. "Believe me."

"Gu Gu."

"It's settled then." Harry nodded in satisfaction: "I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Gu Gu."

In the evening, Hermione's anxiety symptoms apparently became a little worse as the other groups progressed at full speed. She looked at Harry in confusion, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Because she finally saw Harry taking the manuscript paper and starting to scribble.

"Well, what's our plan?" She walked over and looked at the manuscript in front of Harry in a questioning manner.

Then she saw the crescent-shaped skull logo on the manuscript paper.

"This is..." She looked at Harry puzzled.

"Sign." Harry smiled, looking very proud.

"You want to use this thing on the chariot?" Hermione asked doubtfully. She was obviously thinking too much. Sure enough, it was impossible to make the person in front of her feel a sense of urgency, unless you told him that Voldemort was also going to participate in the competition.

"Don't worry." Seeing Hermione's face flushed with anxiety, Harry comforted her: "I already have a preliminary idea, similar to Fred and George's."

"Okay, tell me in detail."

In the stadium, in the secret room of the spirit world that was separated, there was a mixture of stench and strange drum sounds. The dim light and the rising green fog made this place look like hell.

Unlike the wizards in the picture book, at Harry's request, Hermione and he both changed into white wizard robes, wore masks, and gathered their hair up.

Harry strictly followed the paradigm in Uncle Moon's laboratory and took this research seriously.

Bubbles gurgled out of the huge crucible, and cooked flesh and blood kept floating in it.

"Isn't the amount of meat too much?" Hermione's voice appeared. She was wearing a mask, so her voice was a little muffled.

"No." Harry came over and was also a little confused: "It seems that it absorbed too little meat."

As they were talking, the sound of heavy drums rang out again, even louder than before.

"It should be successful." He nodded, waved his wand, and the huge object in the crucible gradually came out.

It was a V-twin engine.

At this moment, it was roaring, like a heart, and the left and right cylinders were beating like the two ventricles of a heart. After the green crucible solution dripped, the chrome-plated surface was exposed, which looked shiny silver, but inexplicably made people feel that it was [flesh and blood].

"Hurry, don't let it become inactive." Harry urged hurriedly, but he just turned around slowly.

In fact, this tone was just to create a sense of tension and make Hermione feel at ease.

Yes, only this kind of tension can make Hermione relax and stop worrying about this and that.

Coming behind them, a nearly dismantled three-wheeled motorcycle appeared in front of them. Hedwig, whose claws had been washed clean, stood at the handlebars, looking at Harry and the others quietly.

As Hermione activated the alchemical array, the pipes on the motorcycle waved like tentacles, welcoming the engine back into its chest cavity.

On the fuel tank cap, the wing-like decorative pattern is a flying array, providing the motorcycle with the most basic flying capability.

He didn't know how Sirius and George did it, but he created this car entirely with the thinking that was forged in his life.

After doing all this, Hermione poured the plasma that had been prepared on the side, which was made of dragon blood, plasma grass stems, jumping mushrooms and mandrake juice, into the fuel tank.

As the blood rushed into the heart, the entire motorcycle began to gradually come alive. The wheels rubbed restlessly on the ground and the dashboard began to shake wildly.

"This is..." Hermione looked at Harry uneasily. In her opinion, this behavior seemed like...it was crazy.

"No." Harry shook his head and continued to observe.

“It’s a little agitated,” he said.

"Anxious?" Hermione looked at Harry.

"Right." Harry nodded. "It wants to get out, fly out, and smash everything. This is the instinct of a violent flying animal."

"So... we created a life?" Hermione swallowed. In her opinion, this action seemed a little immoral.

"No." Harry shook his head: "Half."

"It only has instincts, without any thinking or wisdom. You can think of it as a [vegetative state]."

"So how do we ride it?" asked Hermione.

"Then leave it to Hedwig." Harry nodded confidently: "Hedwig is our eyes."

As they were talking, Harry suddenly turned around and looked around anxiously.

Afterwards, the space gradually twisted and blurred, and Mu En stepped down slowly.

"Very perceptive. It seems your understanding of the spiritual world is gradually deepening," he praised.

"Uncle Moon." Harry nodded, and at the same time, he moved aside imperceptibly, revealing the car behind him.

"Not bad." Mu En nodded, and habitually raised his hand to make some corrections and optimizations within the appropriate range, and then stopped in mid-air.

Never mind. It's not appropriate.

"An excellent exercise," he repeated.

Then he turned his hand over and a green bean appeared.

"Peter Pan's magic beans?" asked Harry.

"Not Peter Pan's." Mu En smiled: "A detector that monitors your location and has an anchor point similar to a portkey. When the magic fluctuations around you exceed the threshold, it will send an alarm to us.

You have to understand that this is a competition involving most of the UK, and safety has always been the top priority for the organizing committee."

Harry nodded, took the magic beans and stuffed them into the gap under the car seat.

February 24th, morning.

It was a bright morning. Although the wind was still a little cold, it could not cover up the hot atmosphere of the whole school.

"Speed ​​is not our strong point." Draco rambled on, "I asked my father to get me the best magic carpet. But you know, this kind of household stuff doesn't care about speed the most. It has no advantage over flying brooms and the like. But guess what the advantage is?"

"Can it be loaded with weapons?" Harry guessed what Draco was thinking at a glance: "The magic carpet is a good thing to free up your hands, and it has an excellent load capacity."

"That's right." Draco nodded mysteriously: "Then let them know what violent racing is."

"That's if you can see their taillights," Hermione said. "You can't see ours anyway."

"Maybe." Draco said unwillingly. They had also prepared some short-distance acceleration techniques, and the magic carpet was suitable for long-distance rides, so he still had some confidence.

Neville looked at Harry curiously, "Harry, what about you? What's your chariot?"

"Hedwig," said Harry.

Hearing the name, Ron stood up and looked at Harry in confusion: "You guys are not going to enlarge the owl to ride on it, are you?"

"You're thinking too much. You'll see it in a moment."

As they spoke, they walked into the stadium. The audience around them were talking enthusiastically and greeting the players. Many parents also came. Harry saw Mrs. Weasley, who gave everyone a big hug at the entrance, even Draco was no exception.

This scene made Lucius's face suddenly turn sour.

Because they cared about their reputation and wanted to appear relaxed, he and Narcissa did not go to the entrance of the stadium to "block people", so they could only smile with dark faces in the stands.