Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Deep in Diagon Alley, in a relatively spacious small square.

Fireworks, banners and landing strips were set up here, and countless wizards gathered around them.

In the distance, the first chariot came, flying from the other side of the sky towards the moonlight.

"I'm coming!"

"Whose is that? Who's first?"

"There are chariots chasing them from behind!"

Discussions were mixed with enthusiastic cheers, and those guys in the crowd who were ready to make a move would disappear from the crowd as soon as they raised their wands.

It's as if it never appeared.

High in the sky, Harry and Draco both launched their final sprint. Draco kept waving his wand and launched a fierce attack on the motorcycle in front.

However, it did not affect the other party at all.

"Damn guy."

He gritted his teeth and watched Harry cross the finish line and land on the track, and then he fell down with him.

"Ladies and gentlemen—"

Ignoring the cheers around him, Harry got out of the car, reached out and held Hermione's hand.

The little witch didn't look relaxed at all and kept muttering about the score.

Next, the calculation of scores will need to refer to other items, and finally the final comprehensive score will be determined, and then the ranking will be finalized.

Until the last moment, her heart could not calm down at all.

The opposite is true for everyone else.

Harry was looking around and smelled something strange, which made him feel a sense of uneasiness that was different from Hermione's.

Draco jumped down from the flying carpet, approached unhappily, and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Something's wrong" Draco walked closer and heard Harry muttering.

"What's wrong?" Draco looked around. He was quite observant. After so many years together, he was familiar with the meaning of Harry's expression.

Of course, he's not the only one.

There was someone who was even more sensitive than him, and that was Ron.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Ron said nervously, "Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Is it about the competition?"

Harry came to his senses, looked at his friends, and shook his head: "It's just a feeling, don't be too nervous."

"Fool." Draco curled his lips and then began to ask: "What did you catch in your first project?"

Suddenly, his eyes swept to his parents.

Old Malfoy's face was now pale, with bulging muscles on his neck. Beneath his seemingly calm expression, there seemed to be an undercurrent.

Draco's expression became strange, and he looked at Harry again, his eyes rolling around.

Finally, he and Harry looked at each other, and they both nodded slightly in silence.

But that's about it.

until--

In the distance, as you go straight ahead along the street of Diagon Alley, you can see the top of Big Ben in the distance.

Suddenly, a green light appeared from Big Ben. It was like the aurora, or like the sky spotlights used exclusively for festivals, falling straight onto the sky and clouds.

The people in Diagon Alley became excited, their eyes cast towards the sky over there. Perhaps many people imagined that it was a performance or fireworks to build momentum for the competition.

Then the light began to twist, shrink, and form shapes.

Under people's expectant gaze, an extremely huge skeleton appeared, and a huge python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue.

As they watched, the skull rose higher and higher and grew larger, as if it was overlooking London from above. Against the dark night sky, it looked like a new constellation.

"The Dark Mark!!"

Someone exclaimed.

"It's the mysterious man!"

All of a sudden, all kinds of noise appeared and people began to panic.

At this moment, a flame appeared on the skull. The fire was so fast that it spread instantly and enveloped the skull.

The next moment, a clear cry was heard, echoing throughout London.

A phoenix flew out from the flames, emitting red and golden fluorescent light, like a meteor shower falling from the sky.

"It's Dumbledore!" Hagrid's voice shouted, his voice drowning out all the noise and clamor.

"Dumbledore! It's the Phoenix!"

“Sure enough, it’s a show!”

People began to cheer, as if this had been defined as a performance to dispel the shadow of the mysterious man, a fireworks show.

On the Big Ben, Dumbledore had a solemn expression. Beside him, a Death Eater in a black robe was half-kneeling on the ground. Although he was still breathing, he had lost all his spirit.

His right wrist was broken and his wand fell to the side.

"It almost happened," Dumbledore muttered, but he did not leave. Instead, he stood on Big Ben, overlooking everything.

Moon's words echoed in his mind, and he twirled the Elder Wand casually in his hand.

'Something extraordinary is about to happen, directed by Voldemort.'

That was the only thing he knew now.

Then his gaze fell back up into the sky, into the darkness.

There, a man in an intricate light blue robe was standing quietly high in the sky. Apart from the robe rustling in the wind, there was no other sign that he had any connection with this world.

It can even be said that without the robe flying backwards, he would just be a projection of this world from another world.

He is feeling and in control.

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and pointed his wand at Greater London.

"The clouds are misty."

In just a few breaths of time, the whole of London seemed to have returned to the last century, with fog covering everything.

10 Downing Street, under Big Ben.

In the Prime Minister's residence, the then Prime Minister was asking questions on the phone.

"What do you mean by an abnormal phenomenon on the banks of the Thames? Explain to me what an abnormal phenomenon is!!"

Suddenly, behind him, in the fireplace.

Green flames rose up and a figure walked out of it.

"Prime Minister!" he said.

The then Prime Minister was startled by the sudden sound, but of course he quickly calmed down and did not show any loss of composure.

He simply hung up the phone and turned to look at the person who came.

"Kingsley," he said to the newcomer, "your people seem to have caused me a lot of trouble."

"Not that big," said Kingsley.

The Prime Minister's eyes suddenly became stern: "What do you mean?"

"Something bad may happen tonight," Kingsley said. "We have a hunch about it, but we don't know the details."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by having a premonition that something bad is about to happen?"

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

"Gathering - conflict - imminent!" Kingsley said simply: "I was sent to protect you tonight."

"And London?"

Kingsley was silent for a moment, then said in a sonorous voice: "Nothing will happen - after tonight."

The Prime Minister's nostrils twitched, his anger gradually rising, but was suppressed by reason.

"Your wizarding war has come here again, hasn't it? When was the last time? In Germany in the 1930s?"

Kingsley said nothing, but shook his head.

The Prime Minister's expression remained unchanged, he just returned to the table and leaned back in his chair.

"Tell me, why did it happen this time? Also, who guarantees that nothing will happen in London? What is your estimated casualty rate?"

As he spoke, he picked up the phone and wanted to call the municipal department to let the police and fire departments be on standby tonight.

"Prime Minister, that's not necessary!" Kingsley walked closer and temporarily held down his hand.

"After tonight, nothing will happen." Kingsley said, "There is no need to contact anyone, someone from the Queen's side has already gone there.

After tonight, not a single Muggle will be hurt - zero casualties!"

"Who will give me a promise?" The Prime Minister could hardly suppress his anger, and then his eyes suddenly fell on the ring on Kingsley's finger.

"The assurance your party leader gave me?"

"Yes." Kingsley nodded and said word by word: "Nothing—will happen!"

"Like New York in 1926?" the Prime Minister asked again.

In New York in the year 1926, wizards launched a small-scale urban battle. After the war, they quickly used magic to erase the memories of all the people and used magic to repair all the scars caused by the war!

This was a secret to others, but to the Prime Minister, on the first day of his swearing-in, he learned about the interaction and struggle between the two worlds over the years.

And know it by heart.

"Yes, just like New York in '26," Kingsley promised him.

"I am ready to conduct post-war statistics at any time." The Prime Minister said: "Don't let our common home be harmed."

"Not at all."

Meanwhile, deep inside Diagon Alley.

A child was holding flowers and walking towards the stands.

Amidst everyone's anticipation and under everyone's gaze, he came to Harry and handed him a bouquet of flowers.

"Mr. Savior!" he said enthusiastically and expectantly, "First place, here you go."

"Thank you." Harry nodded and held out his hand.

Just as his hand was getting closer, the next moment, a dark hand that looked like a skeleton with skin on it shot out like an arrow.

The hand suddenly grabbed towards Harry's face, but Harry reacted so quickly that time seemed to slow down. While the people around him still had smiles on their faces, he retreated quickly.

And the next moment, the hand grabbed Harry's hand.

caught!

Harry frowned, twisted his wrist, and grabbed the arm. A gloomy deathly aura emanated from his fingertips.

boom--

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck.

For a time, smoke and dust were everywhere.

The surroundings became quiet, and when the lightning faded away, Harry suddenly saw a man standing in front of him.

Moon Jones.

The people around were confused. They had no idea what was going on and just stared at their friends in bewilderment.

"Tsk." Mu En shook his head impatiently.

"Running away so soon is too cowardly," he muttered.

"Uncle Moon, who is that?" Harry asked quickly.

"Tom." Mu En said casually, "Still has the same rat-like temperament."

"What is he going to do?" Harry frowned, full of confusion, and at the same time there was a hint of worry in his heart.

Beside him, Draco heard more clearly, which Tom? He only knew one Tom.

Then he looked down at the stands, but couldn't find his parents.

Suddenly, his heart rose into his throat.

"Let him try." Moon continued, not paying attention to the change in Draco's expression beside him.

"He grabbed your hand, but there was no backlash. The spell called 'love' has disappeared."

"He is fully resurrected? When?" Harry asked quickly: "Then what?!"

"Then." Mu En turned around, his eyes penetrating the thick clouds and looking at Big Ben.

"Then... I'm not sure, I'm just sure that nothing will happen tonight."

He looked at the children around him, waved his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

"The game continues!"

"Let's do the final scoring!"