Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Azkaban.

Scrimgeour stepped on the gray-black ground, and before his eyes, there were only ruins.

"The tiger has been lured away from the mountain."

"Minister!" Tonks trotted along, holding the list in her hand. "They're out. All the prisoners have escaped. The Dementors have disappeared too."

"As it should be." Scrimgeour nodded slightly, his expression cold.

Almost all the prisoners inside are serving life sentences, and dying here or escaping from prison are their only two options.

"What about the outside prisoners?" he asked.

"Some died, and some disappeared. They must have shown their loyalty and became fans of the You-Know-Who, and left here." Tonks said the statistics: "The remaining 32 prisoners, all of whom have varying degrees of injuries."

"Maintain the anti-Apparition array and contact the healer at St. Mungo's immediately."

"Minister!" On the other side, a flying broom came over quickly: "There is a situation report in the city. A large number of wizards have been exposed."

"Where?" Scrimgeour frowned. "The You-Know-Who's method?"

"No." The man from the Ministry of Magic shook his head: "It was in London. Moon Jones seemed to be performing magic without any scruples!"

Scrimgeour suddenly felt doubtful and a sense of uneasiness arose in his heart.

He knew Mu En, he was a lazy person who was afraid of trouble, a person who would sigh helplessly to express his impatience if he was asked to say the same sentence more than once.

He was waving his wand openly? Why?!

"To London!" Scrimgeour, regardless of his image, immediately got on the flying broom.

London, Diagon Alley.

This night, this night.

Diagon Alley tonight is like a grand event. The narrow streets are crowded with people. Spotlights are flashing and people are celebrating. Soon, the warriors' chariots will fly past.

Hawkers were walking through the streets. Business was very good tonight. Even the Leaky Cauldron was running out of alcohol and drinks. They were forced to urgently deliver food and drinks from other pubs through the Floo Network.

At the same time, there are still many wizards from all over the UK who come to participate in this event. This is a rare grand evening party in the British wizarding world.

Amid the robes and fireworks, amid the noise and clamour.

There is never a shortage of people willing to riot.

"Two minutes left!" Jordan's voice rang out throughout Diagon Alley: "Ladies and gentlemen, the final moment of crossing the finish line has arrived, and the team in the first echelon at this moment is:

The former Zeroth Tier [Moonlight Pirates] who somehow got delayed outside Diagon Alley.

Composed of fourth-year students from Hogwarts, the team has the youngest average age of all the teams [Nobodies].

And a team that has magic cars made with the most cutting-edge alchemy technology in the magic world [Swoosh - crackle]"

"This is a completely false report!" Madame Maxime stood in the control room with a dissatisfied look on her face.

In front of her, there was a real-time map, and on the map, in addition to the three Hogwarts teams, there was also a team led by Fleur Delacour following behind.

They bite very hard.

However, the commentator classified it into the second tier.

This made Madame Maxime very dissatisfied.

Then she turned to look at the other people in the control room.

Karkaroff disappeared, and a mysterious black-robed wizard appeared and killed his beloved disciple in front of the Aurors, causing the only death in the Three Gun Tournament so far.

He had no time to stay in the control room. He was furious and threatened to capture the wizard and tear him into pieces.

But what about Moon Jones and Dumbledore? Where had they gone?

Madame Maxime didn't understand.

On the street, the atmosphere gradually reached a climax with Jordan's hoarse commentary.

And high in the sky, Harry, who had just taken off, saw the familiar figure again.

"Scarhead!" Draco shouted happily, "Here I come!"

Harry turned his head and looked at Draco. At this moment, Draco, Ron and Neville were all lying on the flying carpet, almost forming a straight line with it.

"This is called wind!" Draco shouted, "We have a favorable wind, and we are going much faster!"

"Fool." Hermione couldn't help but whisper.

Just as the two teams were shouting, an explosion suddenly occurred from behind.

Then, there were fireworks with tails.

"Do you know why the spell will automatically go towards people?" George's voice appeared.

“Once we understand this, the automatic navigation fireworks will be complete,” Fred followed up.

The next moment, fireworks exploded one after another and flew towards Harry and Draco's team.

"Little trick." Draco muttered disdainfully: "Weasley."

Ron got up and opened the box behind the flying carpet.

The next moment, countless black sand appeared in the box, covering the entire sky. The fireworks sank into the sand, and all the magic power was absorbed, and even the colorful fireworks could not be emitted.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Draco also waved his wand and touched himself and others.

"Wingardim Leviosa——"

The next moment, the entire flying carpet became light again.

Neville also waved his wand, and the wind swept in from behind them, pushing them directly to the first place.

He wanted to let Harry taste the power of this sand.

However, his thought was wrong. Harry just stepped on the accelerator and easily caught up with him.

"Damn it!" Draco's robes rolled up behind him and formed sails under the drive of Transfiguration.

The next moment, their speed increased again.

"Interesting." Harry looked at Draco and nodded.

It seems that this guy has really studied it.

Then he put his hand on the engine side of the motorcycle.

For living organisms, the best way to use medicine is to inject it into the blood vessels.

Then, he slowly injected his magic power into the fuel tank.

The next moment, the roar of the engine increased again. Draco saw a shadow flash by his side, and when he looked again, the damn motorcycle was already in front of him.

And the distance is getting farther and farther.

"Damn it." Draco couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Soon, the two teams arrived above Diagon Alley, whizzing past the cheering crowd.

Below, amid the cheers, someone raised his hand, holding a magic wand.

Where no one could see, a tiny green poisonous snake had quietly climbed up his arm, hidden in his sleeve, hissing and spitting out its tongue.

He was so nervous that his voice was shaking as he spoke.

"The Dark Lord is about to return—"

Snapped--

A hand gently rested on the Death Eater's shoulder.

"Who?" He was startled and turned his head quickly, only to see a pair of blue pupils.

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore shook his head and said softly, "I promised someone to spend the night in celebration."