Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 384: The First Man at Durmstrang

The first venue, at the foot of the mountain.

The "Nobodies" led by Draco were gathered together at this moment. They had hemp stems stuffed in their ears and their clothes wrapped around their heads, leaving only their eyes exposed.

This is just to protect your ears.

"Are you all ready?" Neville squatted on a patch of grass and looked at the two people behind him.

"All right."

"no problem."

After getting answers from Draco and Ron, Neville grabbed the grass root in front of him and lifted it up violently.

An ugly human face appeared, accompanied by a shrill and sharp crying sound.

The sound startled flocks of birds, and then they could be seen falling to the ground.

They were stunned by the sound.

Draco and the other two were not having a good time either. They felt dizzy.

Ron ran without stopping towards where the birds had landed, while the tips of Draco's robes danced and formed a small funnel, rolling up the soil and becoming a flower pot.

This was already the limit of his ability to cast spells with his bare hands.

Neville quickly put the mandrake into the flowerpot.

After a moment, the sharp cry disappeared.

"Finally." Draco breathed a sigh of relief: "What a good fortune to have found a mature Mandrake."

After saying that, he looked at Neville, who also had his head covered, and said, "It's a good thing we have you, the herbalist."

Neville, with his head covered, smiled.

None of them were in a hurry to untie the clothes on their heads, so that if they met other people later, they could pull out the mandrake and attack them.

A moment later, Ron returned, holding a bird that was half the size of a man's chest.

It's better than nothing, but who wouldn't mind getting a little more?

Then the three of them hurriedly walked towards the mountain.

Along the way, they began to analyze the current situation.

"No one has used the cards yet, right?" Draco asked.

The other two quickly shook their heads.

When they arrived, Fred George and others were about to leave, and Durmstrang's three Firebolts had already flown high into the sky.

Considering the current situation, there are two groups in the first group.

Durmstrang's three Firebolts and sports car.

Harry and others are from the Zero Group, and they are far ahead of the others.

Then came the second group of myself and others.

But they were lucky, and with Neville's help, they found a Mandrake in no time. While other teams were still picking fruits or running around chasing a rabbit, they had already got a high score within their grasp.

The three of them arrived at the stone house and soon set off again.

The second arena.

"Kakaka-"

A green ball, with a big mouth full of green sharp teeth, was spinning restlessly on the ground.

"Success." Hermione said happily, picking up the pocket watch and looking at it: "It took twenty-three minutes."

During the cultivation process, this biting cabbage grew very fast, and they almost failed to respond in time, resulting in the cabbage leaves not unfolding, and the flower buds inside were wrapped to death.

Fortunately, Harry used his wizard's hand to separate the outer leaves of the kale, allowing it to bloom.

This is a dangerous move because when the biting cabbages reach semi-mature state, their buds will no longer separate into layers, but will become a whole with sharp teeth growing inside.

Anyone who dares to approach it at this time should be careful to be bitten hard.

When they are fully mature, they can leave the soil and engage in rapid hunting activities.

Harry waved his wand, and a force appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the biting cabbage, and then the two of them walked towards the wooden house in the center.

Outside the wooden house, three people were studying a small piece of shriveled grass in their hands.

It was Marcus Flint and the other three.

"Potter." Flint saw Harry and the other boy and nodded to them.

Harry responded simply.

"That's Gillweed." Hermione passed by, recognized it, and whispered to Harry.

"That doesn't seem easy to cultivate, does it?"

"It's difficult." Hermione nodded.

Then they walked into the wooden house.

Fred and George were inside listening to Professor Trelawney's explanation of the rules. Then they all agreed to let Angelina, a girl in the team, choose the jar.

"Harry, slow down." Fred came over: "We just got here and you've already finished."

"Harry, hold on tight," said George, now curiously poking at the biting cabbage with his fingers. "If you don't hold on tight, I'll lose my fingers."

As he spoke, he boldly poked the sharp teeth of the biting cabbage with his fingers.

"It's as hard as metal." He said as he played, "My mother once considered planting some of this in the yard of the Burrow to repel goblins, but it was too dangerous since I have younger brothers and sisters at home."

After saying that, he quietly moved closer to Harry.

"Do you have any extra seeds?"

Harry shook his head. There was only one seed in each jar, and its life or death depended entirely on one's own ability.

"Okay." George sighed helplessly, and Angelina also chose a jar and walked over here.

Inside the jar was a small packet of powder, probably only about the size of a human fingertip.

"Mushrooms?" Fred glared and quickly called George to go outside.

Mushrooms can be simply understood as large mushrooms. They grow very fast. If possible, this might be a good time for Fred and George to catch up with Harry.

"Angelina, you're so lucky," said Fred.

George also turned to look at Harry and Hermione and waved his hand: "Hurry up and go, we will catch up soon."

After that, the three of them walked out of the cabin.

The motorcycle flew back into the sky. Marcus Flint looked up, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"So how do we plant this thing?" A discussion came from the side: "I don't know, why don't we stick it into the soil first."

The next moment, a finger inserted the stalk of the gilly grass directly into the soil.

It's Marcus.

He took the flowerpot and walked straight towards the wooden house without doing anything.

"Go, hand in the paper!"

Viktor and another Durmstrang student looked at each other and asked hurriedly, "Marcus, are you sure?"

"Sure." Marcus said without turning back.

"We haven't figured out what this is yet, so let's not waste time."

After Viktor exchanged a glance with the other man, he had no choice but to follow Marcus's arrangement.

In Durmstrang, especially since this year, what Marcus said was almost synonymous with Karkaroff.

All students knew that Karkaroff had a childlike indulgence towards Marcus.

Relying on this preference and Marcus' extraordinary black magic skills, he has become the number one in Durmstrang.

A moment later, three fire crossbow arrows followed closely and flew into the sky.

High in the sky, Hermione looked worried and thoughtful.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked.

"A guess." Hermione quickly replied: "If we follow our current train of thought, will we encounter..."

"What?" Harry turned around.

"Witch Hunt."