Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Harry became almost completely a spectator, but not entirely, as Jordan invited him to take on the role of commentator.

Jordan has a lot of jokes and is eloquent. Everyone likes to listen to his hosting. He has a distinctive style and can always make everyone laugh.

But when it came to explaining the battles, he was somewhat incapable, especially when facing the battles of the seniors, whose tactics he did not understand at all, and he could only describe the effects of the spells in a dry way. Sometimes, the results of the battles came out before he could finish his words, and he could only finish half of his words, and then quickly switch to his own narrative subject.

Harry was a little confused when he received the invitation.

However, under Mu En's suggestion, he agreed.

Mu En no longer assigned him additional study tasks, at least not for the time being. Apart from school courses, he only needed to study with him how to separate the soul.

The rest of the time was left to him to allocate. Commentating on the game was a way of relaxing that Muen suggested to Harry.

The pace of the game was very fast, and Cedric showed his almost dominant strength. In fact, in a loose education system like Hogwarts, people with independent learning ability would gradually take the lead from the lower grades at the beginning, and become a complete crushing force in the higher grades.

It's like two people who are always running at different speeds. As time goes by, the gap in strength between them will gradually become as huge as a chasm.

Previously, almost no one noticed this fact.

It was not until duel tournaments that magic performances were brought to the stage and a model of competing against each other emerged.

The powerful force forged by those who work hard and sweat will be fully displayed.

Amaze all little wizards.

In the third grade competition, the performance of Hermione and others could be described as boring.

Except for Ron, the remaining three, Hermione, Draco and Neville, encountered almost no obstacles.

But there are others besides them.

Mike Catrence from Ravenclaw is still unstoppable.

This is last year's fourth place, from Ravenclaw, and is very strong.

In last year's duel competition, he fought with Draco, but in the end he was one step short and failed to make it into the top three.

Obviously, this is a wizard with the ability to learn independently, and his ability is even at the level of a normal fifth or sixth grader.

It was the fifth and sixth grades after the combat level of the entire school was improved under Mu En's teaching.

Among the entire third grade, the most outstanding one was undoubtedly Draco.

As Slytherin's only hope of winning this year's third year, he had been given a title that Harry thought was quite impressive.

Harry Potter's Successor

In the two semi-final battles, Draco fully demonstrated the characteristics of the Slytherin house.

When facing Ron, he would look down on him and say, "You tried hard enough, but the time was too short. If the time was enough, maybe you would be qualified to kiss my feet."

When facing Mike from Ravenclaw, Mike once returned Draco's "theory of how much effort time is needed" to him.

He simply said: "If everything in the world is measured by sweat, then what is the use of a genius like me?"

Almost everyone who fought against Draco would be hurt by his verbal attacks.

Also known as one of the best users of pre-game trash talk.

unfortunately

He didn't want to say anything offensive or hurtful to Hermione.

He believed that if he could speak, he would be able to scold Hermione to the point of rage, but he simply didn't want to.

It has nothing to do with the scarred man in the explanation below.

Unfortunately, I lost the battle with Hermione.

What he couldn't accept was that he lost to Neville.

Finally only got the third place

The setting sun lit up the sky, and under the gaze of everyone in Hogwarts, Harry took Hermione's hand and raised it high.

"I declare that the winner of the third-year gold belt in the second Hogwarts Dueling Tournament is Hermione Granger, Gryffindor!!"

"I did it." Hermione smiled happily and gave Harry a hug.

"Oh, Hermione, I know, this is worth being happy about." Harry was a little at a loss.

Hermione finally reacted and quickly let go of her hand, looking down at the tip of her shoe.

Soon, after the final result was announced, everyone in the duel arena dispersed.

"That's great. You all got good results, Ron. You're in the top six. Well done." Harry said.

Seamus also came over. He was unlucky as he met Neville at the beginning. Otherwise, with his talent of being able to use blasting spells to blast anything he cast, he might have been able to go very far.

pity.

Seamus hugged Ron and praised him repeatedly: "Good job, very energetic, not losing face!"

Ron smiled awkwardly, but he was indeed happy about the result.

"Harry," Ron said after a long breath.

"What's wrong?" Harry was talking to Hermione and turned to look at Ron.

"Well, I want to try it with you." Ron said, and then waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't mean anything else. I just want to know your current strength so that I can set a goal for myself."

"Target?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head: "Ron, you are exaggerating. I am not worthy of being your target."

“I mean.”

"Give it a try," Harry said. "I don't mean anything else. I just think you should have a higher goal. Professor Jones said, if you aim high, you will end up in the middle. If you aim middle, you will end up in the lower. If you take me as your goal, you may surpass me in two days."

"Okay, let's give it a try." Ron hurried onto the stage.

"What should I do?" Harry looked at Hermione bitterly.

"Uh" Hermione didn't quite understand and kept shaking her head.

Harry looked around. When it came to such social etiquette, he always liked to seek advice from the experienced Draco.

But this guy had disappeared in just a few minutes.

"Strange, this guy."

"Harry, are you ready?" Ron asked from the stage.

"Okay." Harry nodded and decided not to pretend to fight with the other party under the pretext of protecting other people's self-esteem.

Only in this way can we truly respect Ron.

ten seconds later

"Come on, let's go to the Three Broomsticks. It's my treat." Harry helped Ron off the field.

At sunset, in the highest teacher's seat in the arena.

Several little wizards clinked their glasses, welcoming the sun over the hill, while some sat and some leaned against the sun.

The sunset is so beautiful at this moment, and the breeze is blowing gently. It seems that there has never been a more beautiful time than this moment.

A group of people just sat there, not saying a word.

After a moment, Neville suddenly asked, "Harry, do you think we will have another chance to do this in the future?"

No one answered.

When she turned around again, Harry was leaning back in his chair, his head resting on Hermione's shoulder.

"Sh ...

"He basically only sleeps four or five hours a day. This is the first time I've seen him like this. Let's not let him get up."

"Okay." Neville nodded and looked into the distance.

After a moment, he stood up, said goodbye and left.

Soon, Ron and Seamus followed closely behind.

In this large and high viewing seat, there were suddenly only two people left.

After dinner, Draco declined Crabbe and Goyle's invitation to celebrate and returned to the lounge.

"glory"

The command sounded, and a voice appeared in my ears while walking in the corridor.

"Oh, it would be great if it was Potter. If it was him, he would definitely not be just third. And the first and second places would both be Gryffindor."

"Only third. To be honest, if it was Harry, this first place would definitely be ours."

"What a pity. I can only say that it's bad luck. Malfoy is finally--"

"Enough!" An angry roar suddenly rang out.

It was their Quidditch captain, MacCherry.

"You're whispering here? If you have the guts, go speak up in front of others. You're only third place, so only shameless people like you can speak up. If you think you can do it, go challenge Granger and Longbottom. Let's see if you, a bunch of fourth and fifth year rubbish who can only gossip behind others, can beat them."

"Mike, we're just telling the truth—"

tread--

As the sound of footsteps walking out of the corridor was heard, the person who had just spoken suddenly fell silent.

Draco glanced over there vaguely, then looked at McCherley and nodded slightly.

Then he turned around and walked towards the dormitory without saying a word.