Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 377 Three-wheeled Motorcycle

The competition was declared over, but the contestants did not disperse. Everyone was thinking about their own team members.

McCleary came over and waved to Harry, inviting him.

Harry waved his hand to decline. Mike was not surprised by this answer, because he knew Harry had better and more familiar options.

After seeing McCherry off, Harry turned to look at Hermione and Draco.

"No." Draco suddenly shook his head and spoke first.

"Aren't you going to team up with us?" Hermione asked doubtfully. She had already tacitly agreed that she would be on the same team with Harry.

Draco nodded: "Yes, I."

He stroked his chin: "I'll lead a team myself first."

There is no such thing as forming a team in his concept, but he wants to lead a team on his own.

"My father wouldn't want to see me teaming up with you guys," he said.

"I thought you didn't care about this," Harry said. "You were fooling around with us during our first project."

Draco shook his head and didn't explain too much. In fact, he made this choice not only because of his parents, but also because he wanted to fight again and rely on himself to see how far he could go.

Hermione wanted to say something else, she was even a little confused as to why they could team up together, but Draco didn't want to. She wanted to persuade her a little more, but saw that Draco had turned his head away.

As a last resort, she had to turn around and look at other people.

"Neville," she waved.

Neville turned around, looked at Hermione, then looked at Harry, and shook his head helplessly, "Sorry, Hermione, my teacher doesn't allow me to be in the same team with Harry."

"What a weird rule." Hermione frowned and looked at the others. But Harry grabbed her wrist.

"Well, let's team up," said Harry.

"Don't you need another person?!" Hermione looked at Harry in confusion: "One more person means one more chance, right?!"

"It's good to travel light." Harry smiled and walked towards the castle with Hermione. "I'm more concerned about how our chariot will be."

The next morning, everyone gathered on the Quidditch pitch again.

The team list had been finalized. Harry looked towards Draco curiously, and then saw Neville and Ron standing next to him.

"How?" Draco smiled as if flexing his muscles.

"Very impressive." Harry nodded. "Do you have any ideas for chariots?"

"Secret." Draco raised his lips, "But my guess is not wrong. You should be able to use the fire dragon to shape the chariot."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but look towards the Forbidden Forest. To be honest, he didn't really want to use Norbert. The flying speed of the fire dragon seemed incredibly slow to him now. Its only advantage was its combat effectiveness.

On the other side, on the stage, Muen took the team list from Fleur and two other Beauxbatons students, and then looked at the team behind them.

This is a three-person team, two men and one woman, two of whom have bright red hair.

Fred George, and Angelina from Gryffindor.

"Three-person team." Mu En nodded and took the list George handed over. At the same time, he pointed at the two people behind him helplessly: "Professor, you know, I have to be a light bulb."

"Blame Dumbledore for not allowing four people to form a team." Mu En responded casually, throwing the blame away.

Dumbledore showed a surprised expression on the side. He had never made any comments on the rules of the competition. The number of teams of two or three people was decided by Mu En.

"Oh, by the way, Professor," George said, "You said you could provide anything, right?"

"That's right." Mu En nodded: "Within a reasonable range."

"We want a car." George whispered mysteriously, "Give it to us as soon as possible, preferably a sports car! My dad said this is the most popular car."

"You want to modify a car?!" Mu En looked at George. "It's an amazing idea. When your father secretly made that flying car in the backyard, it seems that you two brothers watched and even contributed."

George smiled confidently and tapped his chest: "Don't rush to praise it, Professor. We plan to equip it with a lot of contraband."

"Like some dark magic props?"

Hearing this, George waved his hands awkwardly: "Well, that's not the case. These are things that are contraband for Hogwarts. For example, some different fireworks, you know."

"I'm looking forward to it." Mu En nodded. "I will find a sports car for you. It will probably be delivered to you this afternoon. I will also give you the relevant forms later. Any of your needs, as long as it is within a reasonable range, can be found for you within half a day."

"Can we start working now?"

"Wait a moment." Muen dealt with the three people and then took over the team list of the people behind him. A total of eleven people from Hogwarts School qualified, in addition to Fred and George, Draco, Ron Neville, Harry and Hermione, the remaining team was Cedric with [Chariot] Mac Cherry and Ravenclaw's Mac.

This is a team made up of three colleges. Obviously, this was a choice they had to make. In fact, McClelly was invited by people from the other two schools, but he refused.

Compared to others, at least it feels more reassuring to cooperate with people from your own school.

Durmstrang had six people who qualified, just enough to form teams of two or three.

Beauxbatons has five members divided into two teams.

There were only about twenty people in the stadium, but it was still crowded.

The five people from Beauxbatons stood straight, and their headmaster stood on top, with corresponding etiquette. The other seventeen people were busy discussing the design of their own team's chariot.

Someone proposed a flying carpet, where three people can sit closely together and become one.

Some people also suggested that each person ride a flying broom to form a relatively independent joint team.

Draco set his sights on the Thestrals. He wanted to see if he could use the Thestrals of Hogwarts to pull a flying carriage for him, just like when Beauxbatons came here.

Similarly, some people also set their sights on Durmstrang's ship, but they quickly gave up. Durmstrang's ship had advanced space-travel technology and needed water as an anchor, which was too restrictive.

"Harry." Hermione called softly, looked at Harry and suggested: "How about we ride the Fire Crossbow? Or Norbert? There must be some clues, right?"

"Don't worry." Harry whispered to comfort the nervous Hermione. She was always like this, just like she would start worrying about the final exams after every Easter.

"You've mentioned some good alternatives. We have plenty of time to make a choice, don't we?"

"No." Hermione said seriously: "They are all thinking carefully. If we are careless, we will fall behind, absolutely!"

Harry lowered his head and did not answer Hermione's question. Instead, he lowered his head and thought about the notes he had been studying over and over again yesterday.

Notes on Bioalchemy.

It would be great if we could create a biological machine that could find its way independently, had superb speed, and could be deployed at will.

Such thoughts accompanied them as they walked to the chariot casting room that belonged to their team. These were the open spaces that had been divided out on the ground of the stadium. After the magic pattern formation was activated, each of the divided open spaces became an independent [space] that could not be observed by outsiders.

Harry could sense the aura of the spirit world within it, and it was clear that this essentially gave each of their teams an independent spirit world space.

Unlike other teams, he did not anxiously start thinking about his team's chariot and make requests to the professors, but instead left the chariot foundry.

Hermione felt a little helpless about Harry's leisurely attitude, but she actually had no better solution. If she thought about it, she could not do without Norbert or the flying broom.

So she could only say goodbye to Harry and go to the library to start looking up various means of transportation used by wizards since ancient times, hoping to get inspiration from them.

After bidding farewell to Hermione on the grass outside the castle, he crossed his arms and looked towards the Black Lake.

The warm wind blew through his shoulder-length hair. This was a rare "lonely time" for him when he was not studying or hanging out with his friends.

The wind carried his thoughts and vision all the way until they landed on Hagrid's hut.

Then he wanted to go see Hagrid, as he hadn't done so for a while.

The students who came and went greeted him warmly. They all wanted to know some 'passionate previews' of the second project from Harry, but were rejected by Harry's calm smile.

Going down all the way, he soon came to Hagrid's hut, only to see Hagrid wearing a coat and holding two buckets on the ground.

In front of the cabin, there is a metal monster that is completely different from the style of Hogwarts.

"This is..." Harry was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to see this thing in Hogwarts.

"Ah, Harry!" Hagrid waved at him happily, then poured a bucket of water on the metal monster and wiped it clean with a towel.

"Do you remember it?" asked Hagrid.

"Should I remember it?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Hagrid shook his head. "That's not the case, but you have seen it. I rode it when I carried you out of the ruins and all the way to Privet Drive when you were a little fuzzy.

It was Sirius who gave it to me and told me to hurry over, and I think he was going after Pettigrew at the time."

"The night my parents died?" Harry continued.

"That's right." Hagrid nodded again, washed the towel in the bucket, and then began to wipe the wheels of the three-wheeled motorcycle.

"Is this Sirius's?" Harry looked at the handsome three-wheeled motorcycle in front of him in amazement.

"Right!" Hagrid nodded again. "It's very powerful. I rode it to Godric's Hollow at a very fast speed!"

Harry nodded absentmindedly, looking at the three-wheeled motorcycle, and suddenly an inspiration came to his mind!