Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 381: Rainy and thunderstorm-prone ahead

The stadium was bustling with noise. After the crowd watched the players leave, they began to head to the Hogsmeade train platform under the organization of the Hogwarts teaching team.

Here everyone will board the express train to London. Along the way, you may even be able to ride alongside the chariots and witness the warriors' game moments with your own eyes.

And this is not an option for students, wizards without Apparition, and wizards without transportation options. For many parents, boarding the Hogwarts Express again is undoubtedly a wonderful journey.

Even at the suggestion of a professor, the four deans of the college wore a strange badge on the front of their robes.

There is a large letter "P" on the face of the badge, and the background is the college's colors and representative animal.

It's the prefect badge!

Sprout and Flitwick were obviously intrigued by this wonderful little idea, and they had not imagined that many years later, they would still be organizing people on the Hogwarts Express in this capacity.

Professor McGonagall was much more reserved. She just had a gentle smile on her face, but the curved corners of her eyes proved that she seemed to have no dissatisfaction with being a prefect. She was even immersed in some beautiful memories of the past.

"Minerva," an old voice said, "Excuse me, Prefect, can you lend a hand?"

Professor McGonagall turned around and saw a woman wearing a hat with an eagle head carving slowly walking towards her.

It's Mrs. Longbottom!

"How about a seat for me? I can't remember if there's a comfortable Prefects' Train on the Express. Can I take one?"

Oh, an old Gryffindor like me never thought that I would be able to ride on this train one day. It's so nostalgic. I remember the first time I rode on a train. It was summer at that time and I was only eleven years old!"

"It was also summer when I first got on it, when I was only eleven years old." Professor McGonagall laughed, then took Mrs. Longbottom through the aisle of the train and took her to the prefect train.

They are actually old friends and have been corresponding for many years.

Ah~ Of course, there is also——

"Whose head has been soaked in troll snot to come up with such a disgusting idea?!" Snape stepped on the Slytherin prefect badge in the mud.

Lupin and a big black dog came over. The big black dog's eyes flashed, and it spun around and started barking in a rhythmic voice.

The tone of his voice is the same as that of a Prefect.

Snape's face turned darker, darker than Sirius' fur. He glanced at him, his eyes became empty, and he said, "Lupin, I might have to remind you that if you want to take an aggressive pet on the bus - you have to keep it on a leash!"

"Woo——"

"Why don't I remember there being such a rule?" Sirius whispered through gritted teeth. The noise around him made him bolder.

Snape hooked his finger, and the Slytherin prefect badge in the mud flew into his hand. He blew gently, and the mud on it flew out.

"I'm the prefect, I have the final say."

Sirius walked towards Snape eagerly. To be honest, even if he still had his Animagus, he would have wanted to give the bat spirit a good bite.

"Grinning." Snape's mouth curled up into a smile: "Looks like I have to put a muzzle on you?!"

"Okay, okay!" Lupin quickly tried to smooth things over: "Severus, don't mind it, he's just, uh, his joking nature has never changed, you know, he's just like that. And, Xiaotian - don't talk anymore."

"Be a good dog," Snape replied.

"You didn't become a prefect when you were a student, but now you are one. You must be so happy." Sirius sneered.

"you."

Lupin had no choice but to pick up Sirius by his front paws and drag him into the carriage.

Meanwhile, the referee's room.

Jordan has left. He has a dedicated studio car on the express train, and the only ones left here are the referees.

Madame Maxime stood up, and at the same time, Karkaroff also stood up.

The two principals, along with the schedule control team, will exercise macro control over the entire schedule today.

Dumbledore couldn't escape either, and was assigned by Moon to handle the various small competitions in the entire project.

As for Mu En himself.

He was the one who did the first project, so what's wrong with taking a break?!

Of course, he also arranged a "job" for himself.

After leaving the referee room, he walked down and soon arrived at the rest area where the contestants had been.

At this moment, there were wizards standing densely here, with solemn looks and serious expressions.

These were the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic - elite Aurors, a team of Aurors formed after Scrimgeour took office and teamed up with Mad-Eye Moody to eliminate a large number of good-for-nothings.

Moody came out, his wooden legs tapping against the ground.

"Listen." Mu En said bluntly. They were not in a superior-subordinate relationship, but more of a collaborator, or a transactional relationship.

"I have no problem with you using Harry Potter to try and lure out Voldemort."

"It's not seduction!" Moody emphasized in a high-pitched voice. His tone was strange, as if he was saying something very important.

"I'm worried. I'm worried that Voldemort will do something to him!"

"Okay, okay!" Mu En waved his hand indifferently. He didn't intend to argue with this man with paranoia about the choice of words.

"Anyway, like we said at the beginning—since you want to monitor Harry."

“It’s protection!”

Mu En raised his hand and pinched it in mid-air, and Moody was silenced.

"Since we want to protect him, we should protect all the contestants as well."

Then he loosened his grip.

Moody's magic eye was spinning frantically, trying to find out how the Tongue-Locking Curse was released when Moon pinched his hands.

But after spinning around for a long time, he didn't find any trace of magic power in the air.

He turned around and looked at the Auror team around him, then took a stack of "Magic Bean Real-time Monitoring Maps" from Mu En.

"Let's go." Moody took the lead and rode on the flying broom.

"Use the broom more and Apparate less, and remember to keep your distance. I don't want you to tire yourself out just chasing after these tanks.

If an emergency occurs and some of you are unable to handle or avoid the accident due to lack of strength, I don't mind charging you with dereliction of duty and sending you to Azkaban for a few days!"

After saying that, he took the lead and flew in the direction where the contestants disappeared.

Twenty minutes into the game—the first team!

The huge castle of Hogwarts was no longer in sight. Harry and Hermione put on aviator glasses. Hermione half-crouched in the side cabin. Harry kept looking to the side from time to time. He thought... well... interesting. Cute? Or maybe that's the right way to put it.

This was something he had never had before - at least before last semester.

"Front!" said Hermione suddenly.

"What is that?!" Harry was also stunned. In the distance, thick dark clouds crossed the sky, with lightning flashing inside, which was daunting.

"Did that happen naturally?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head solemnly. "I don't think so. The dark clouds are across the left and right. It's forcing us to make a choice: take a detour - or go straight!"

"Descending?" said Hermione.

Harry thought for a while and shook his head: "After the descent, the wind and rain will surely be strong."

At the same time, a faint sound came from the tarot cards of the two people, and then gradually became louder.

It was George Fred's voice. While traveling at high speed in the air, each warrior could communicate with each other through his or her tarot cards.

Of course, this will be affected by distance.

Obviously, this was the design made by Uncle Mu En to facilitate verbal attacks between the two teams during a skirmish.

"Harry!" George's voice came from behind. They put in all their efforts, the engine kept humming, and finally they caught up a little.

It is these two groups that form the first echelon.

"Harry!" George shouted, "Hurry up and open the umbrella! It's going to rain!"

"George, how much do you hope we'll be struck by lightning?" Harry also laughed, and then asked, "What about you? What are you going to do with the convertible sports car?"

"I'm going to have Fred swear to Angelina that he'll be struck by lightning, so maybe the lightning will only strike him!"

"George, we are true love." Fred's voice came from the tarot cards. Angelina's voice followed closely, asking Hermione if there was any good way to avoid lightning.

Hermione thought about it seriously, they were convertible sports cars, not touching the ground, it was going to rain, high-altitude metal, and so on.

Finally, she shook her head helplessly and responded: "I don't know either. Maybe I have to wait for Harry next to me to give me the answer."

Harry smiled and didn't answer. He just let go of the handlebars and put his hands on the gas cap.

"This is my first time doing this, I don't know if it will work." He said, "Mate, let's give it a try, a combination of bioalchemy and transfiguration!"

The intricate patterns on the gas tank cap began to spread out from Harry's palm, emitting a bright light.

Then, vivid tentacles appeared in the gap of the engine, under the vehicle seat, under the side compartment, on the edge, and at the wheel hub connection.

They intertwine, proliferate, and are complexly and closely integrated together.

Then, the entire car body was gradually wrapped, and on the outer layer, the flesh and blood began to solidify, gradually forming an external carapace similar to that made of chitin on the body of an insect.

Behind, not far away, in a convertible sports car.

George had already begun to apply the brakes, gradually slowing down.

The three of them watched the black ball rushing into the clouds and looked at each other.

"Did I see it wrong just now?" Fred looked at George.