Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 182 The First Battle (page 12)

The Forbidden Forest is very large. After going back and forth twice, it was already dark.

On the way back, he couldn't help but pass by the third greenhouse and look at the thriving mandrakes.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione was curious.

"Not just looking." Harry shook his head.

"When you're mature, I can make a drink to cheer you up!" As he said that, he swallowed again, and then he could only give a thumbs up: "It tastes good."

"Okay." Hermione couldn't adapt to Harry, who spoke intermittently and had a bit of a tongue.

After looking at the Mandrake, the two hurriedly walked towards Hogwarts.

At this time, the castle was quiet, and the candlelighters were all tired and entering the time of rest.

Before passing the Great Hall, Harry grabbed Hermione.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked around nervously, fearing that the noise here would attract Filch.

"Competition." Harry said concisely, and then a faint fluorescent light bloomed in his hand, only slightly illuminating the bulletin board.

The two got closer, and a new competition arrangement appeared on the bulletin board.

Saturday, second grade group.

On Sunday it was the fifth grade group.

Obviously, Moon postponed the more explosive senior game to the next day to maintain the vitality of the game.

However, as the two little guys in the second grade, the focus is obviously not here.

"Is it about to start?" Hermione whispered nervously.

"Here we go." Harry nodded: "Let's go, I'll take you up."

After returning to the common room, Harry carefully unwrapped the unicorn hair wrapped around Hagrid's wand.

Hagrid's wand was very long, sixteen inches, and was no different from holding a short sword in his hand.

The wand has been broken, but half of it is still attached. It seems that the wand's body has good toughness, so it was completely broken without a single blow.

The core of the wand was made of unicorn hair, with half of it exposed, which reminded Harry of the triangular crisps he would eat at Christmas. Once he bit it open, there would be a small note with words on it.

Then, he carefully pieced the wand bodies together and began to observe the magic pattern circuits in the gaps.

At the same time, he also took out his wand as a reference.

He continued to study until two o'clock in the morning, when under the gaze of the magic paintings, he entered the dormitory.

Soon, the time came to Saturday, and as time passed, the weather gradually improved. Yesterday it was leaden-gray sky, and today it is completely bright.

During breakfast, almost everyone Harry knew was discussing the game.

Even Draco was no exception. He, who always boasted of having a good upbringing and never talked during meals, began to chatter all the time at the dinner table.

"What if I draw a terrain that I have never played before?" He was a little worried. Although he had been training, he really had no real experience with people recently.

"I heard that the professor's map library has not been fully explored yet, and what if he suddenly adds many strange terrains on a whim."

"Tsk tsk."

Without even looking at it, Harry carefully divided the sausage into very small pieces, and then put them into his mouth bit by bit.

In the end, Draco talked to himself for a long time and came to a result.

Go practice for a while again until half past nine.

Harry shook his head and rejected the proposal. He wanted to go shopping with Hermione and had no intention of paying attention to this guy.

After eating, the two walked out of the auditorium and were about to go their separate ways when they suddenly saw Snape striding over.

Draco shrank his neck. He had noticed Snape's appraising gaze, as if he was looking for an excuse to make things difficult.

"Are you going to participate in the competition?" Snape asked calmly.

Harry tilted his head, not understanding what Snape was going to say?

"I think it's an insult to the game to have a mute play."

"Professor" Harry whispered, "No."

His tone was very casual, and his original intention was to show that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

But he didn't want to make Snape's expression even more ugly: "Do you think talking in normal times is the same as in battle?

Do you think that when those people fight, their internal organs are beaten and the blood comes out of their mouths? "

madness! !

That's the blood from the collision between the mouth and the teeth! "

"Forehead"

"Confront the teacher, Slytherin will deduct three points!"

After saying that, Snape quickly waved his wand.

"Latch the tongue and seal the throat——"

"You don't have to keep reasoning and explaining."

After that, he turned and left.

Draco looked at Harry who was speechless in embarrassment, and a smile appeared on his lips: "It seems like he is very angry that you have to go to the game even though you have something in your mouth."

"Uh" was all Harry could say. The teeth have tightly wrapped the mandrake on the tongue.

There won't be any surprises.

Harry could only wave his hand helplessly and drive Draco away.

Harry bet that Snape was expecting someone to give him a good beating right then and there.

Of course, protecting the mandrake is certainly one aspect.

As he walked upstairs, Harry couldn't help but scratch his head.

Silent trouble.

If he met Hermione, there should be no need to fight him. He didn't think the transformation binding tactic he took from Draco would be effective. The duel is not a duel between gunslingers in the West. A field controller like Hermione must change her position immediately.

"I won't go, why should I be present for such a small matter?!"

"If I see you trembling here, you're in trouble."

"Don't think that I can't see what's happening on the field in the castle!"

Grindelwald's old angry roar came from a corridor on the second floor, and Harry suddenly thought of Neville again.

What can be accomplished in a week?

As someone who has experienced it, Harry knows that sometimes just learning a special and suitable spell can be enough to change the situation of the battle.

More trouble

At the same time, Hermione also walked down the stairs, and the two of them walked towards the arena together.

Around the stadium, the market this time was obviously much more lively than before, and some merchants made many special products based on the competition.

For example, at Zuko's Magic Gag Shop, they sell unique badges from the four major academies. When stimulated with magic, animal roars will appear.

"Snakes are quiet and only make low threats without roaring. This is in line with Slytherin's style." A clerk in a joke shop was selling snake badges to Slytherins.

"Well, that makes sense." The Slytherin guy nodded with satisfaction, and then paid for it.

The two also went to Wenrenju Quill Shop. Their stall was empty, and the clerk greeted them while shouting that he wouldn't be coming next week.

Harry bought a quill pen, and he kept the note-taking paper with him for a long time.