Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Thousand Years of Glory!"

The door to the lounge was slowly opened, and Harry, Gard, and the other Quidditch players walked in, found an empty seat, and continued to talk about Quidditch.

"To be honest, I always feel like it's not enough. Gryffindor's Wood is a formidable enemy." Garde was a little worried.

Pousse waved his hand: "Don't worry, we have trained so hard, and there are also Porter and Meteor."

"It's hard to say. I heard from Weasley that Wood often grabbed them out of bed before dawn to train. And this is often the case. Maybe they have practiced some unique tactics." Harry smiled.

"Tactics...sigh, it's difficult..." Gard shook his head and glanced at Flint. He was currently in a circle with several students in the same grade. He got a bottle of whiskey from somewhere and picked it up from the kitchen. Got some snacks and continued the party.

"This guy has never participated in training once!!" McClery said unhappily and stood up suddenly.

He has always been harsh and irritable in Quidditch, which was reflected in the selection of Harry and Draco.

"Hey, Michael, don't do anything stupid!!" Gard grabbed his robe and pulled him back.

"Today is Halloween, don't do anything that makes people unhappy." He said again, while also flashing the prefect badge on his chest.

"Tsk!"

McCully sat back on the sofa unhappily.

"I think we can find some inspiration from basketball and football in terms of tactics." Harry changed the topic.

"Basketball and football? What is that?" Garde was a little confused.

Harry then explained basketball and football to them. The same multi-player ball games might give them some inspiration for Quidditch.

"Can I understand it as... Quidditch played on the ground, without the Bludgers and the Snitch?"

Harry nodded, that was correct.

Several people looked at each other in confusion. Pousse felt that this was a bit unreliable. The whole place only revolved around the "Quaffle", and there was only one goal. It was still a running sport on the ground, so there was nothing worth learning from.

If you have this time, it’s better to continue training your personal abilities and stop worrying about multi-player tactics.

Garde looked at Harry: "Is basketball five people?"

Harry nodded.

After receiving the confirmation, Garde looked thoughtful and put aside Flint and the free agent Harry. There were only five of them who could participate in the training and cooperate in actual combat.

And more importantly, some of the ideas in it.

He once came into contact with some Muggle things. He knew that Muggles were actually no different from them except that they had no magic. On the contrary, sometimes they... were quite knowledgeable.

"I think you can give it a try. At least look for some information first and then make a conclusion." He suggested.

McCully breathed a sigh of relief and said simply: "I don't care, as long as it's useful."

Just as he was talking, the door to the lounge opened again, and Draco ran in excitedly.

He hurriedly came over with excitement on his face: "Something happened! Something happened!!"

Harry looked confused: "What happened? Why did you come back now?"

Draco pulled up a chair and sat down quickly, and whispered: "After the banquet, I went to the toilet, but when I came out, I heard a lot of noise upstairs.

I felt something was wrong at that time and ran upstairs quickly. Guess what I saw? "

As he spoke, he took another breath.

Harry looked at him: "Um... saw a troll?"

Draco immediately remembered Harry's experience at Halloween last year, and felt that what happened today was out of character. He smiled dryly: "Potter... you really have a sense of humor..."

As he said this, he no longer wanted to hide anything, and quickly told everything he had seen upstairs.

At the same time, after him, several Slytherin students returned to the lounge, and before long, everyone knew about the Chamber of Secrets.

"It's boring..." McColley shook his head: "The secret room thing will come out once or twice every two years, usually someone does it deliberately.

Either a Slytherin student was playing a prank, or someone from another student was deliberately trying to disgust Slytherin. But...that cat is really dead? "

"Probably...I only know that I saw that Professor Jones and Dumbledore had bad expressions at that time. If the cat was just under some small spell, they would definitely not have that expression."

Draco quickly used Moon and Dumbledore to increase the credibility of his words.

If it was really a prank, the way he ran in happily just now would be a joke.

It's as if you thought something big had happened, but unexpectedly, it became normal in the eyes of others.

At this moment, his mind was spinning much faster.

"Well, it looks like it's going to be a big deal this time, like it was fifty years ago..." McCleery said.

His words immediately aroused the curiosity of several people, and Draco quickly asked.

"The last time there were rumors about the secret room was when I was in the first grade. So I heard about it that time too. As I said just now, the secret room thing will be spread again every few years, but the one that happened fifty years ago , is really dead!"

"Oh, what's the truth?" Draco seemed to be hearing a ghost story, scared and looking forward to it.

MacCherry snorted: "I don't know. I and others also asked Myrtle at that time, but all she could do was cry."

After saying that, he added: "I can't explain the most annoying thing, I just cried. I didn't care about it anymore."

"Myrtle? That female ghost on the second floor?"

McCully nodded: "Yes, she was the one who died at that time."

"Forget it, forget about it." Galde waved his hand: "Potter, then I leave it to you to do what we just talked about."

Harry nodded: "I'm going to find my friend. She should be able to contact the bookstore over there for ordinary people... Well, I should."

Harry didn't dare to vouch for it, after all, the owl had its limits, and it would also trouble Hermione.

The Garders stood up and looked at Harry teasingly.

"Aha~she~"

Harry looked at them helplessly, feeling very embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer such a conversation.

The next day, rumors about the Chamber of Secrets spread throughout the school. When Harry passed by the second floor, he suddenly thought that Myrtle's territory was also here, and she was the victim of an accident fifty years ago...

Thinking about it, he turned around and wanted to take a look.

However, as soon as he took two steps closer, a ferocious figure jumped out from behind the corner door.

"It's you, what are you doing here?! Let me catch you!"

Harry stood still, looking at Filch's crazy appearance expressionlessly. The few remaining hairs on his already bald head were no longer carefully taken care of. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot. He looked at him. His eyes were filled with hatred.

However, Harry's eyes made Filch feel timid.

"Why are you here? Should I ask why you can't be here?" Harry said calmly.

"Ha, sophistry! You Slytherin! Why are you here for no reason? You want to see what you did yesterday, right?"

"Filch, do you know what you're talking about?"

With that said, Harry walked forward and soon saw the writing on the wall, as well as the water stains below, and the wall surrounding the writing had been painted to reveal its true color.

"You wanted to clean it up, but didn't do it?" Harry looked at Filch in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that!!" Filch yelled.

Harry couldn't stand people yelling for no reason. This state was like a combination of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.

"Cleaned up -" Harry raised his hand slightly, but the writing on the wall remained unchanged.

He frowned and looked at the wall seriously, his wrists crossed quickly on his thighs, and another real wand appeared, but Filch could not observe this change at all.

It's not magic, but it's magic.

"Clean up--"

The handwriting seemed to have been rubbed hard by invisible rubber and gradually became mottled.

After he cast the cleaning spell twice more, he finally cleaned up the writing.

Then, he glanced at Filch and walked away silently.

If he was tall enough, he actually wanted to pat Filch on the shoulder and leave a handsome figure on his back.

It's a pity...a little short...

At the same time, he felt a lot more solemn in his heart.

The cleaning spell, as his best spell, was unable to effectively clean this handwriting.

You must know that his cleaning spell can easily remove the old dirt of Moonlight Castle even without a wand, and here...

Moreover, Mrs. Norris is indeed no longer with Filch, otherwise he would not stay here like crazy...

Arriving on the third floor, Harry turned to Moon's office.

At this time, Moon had just come out of Dumbledore's office and saw Harry in the corridor.

"Professor Jones," Harry shouted quickly.

"What's the matter?" Mu En nodded in response, opened the office door, and led Harry in.

"You're not here to inquire about the secret room, are you?" Mu En sat on the sofa and said with a smile.

"Well...actually I don't care much about this. After all, you and Mr. Dumbledore are here, but I did get some relevant information, so I wanted to tell you."

Mu En nodded and was a little surprised: "So fast? It seems that there is some gossip within Slytherin."

"I just heard something from the senior class about a murder in Hogwarts fifty years ago. The deceased was the ghost 'Moaning Myrtle' diagonally across from the classroom downstairs.

And you should also know that the Chamber of Secrets was built by Slytherin. "

Mu En nodded. He did know this information. They had a little chat in Dumbledore's office just now.

Dumbledore was very surprised. Neither the tracing spell nor the portraits could capture any trace of the incident on the second floor.

This couldn't help but remind him of Riddle.

After working at Hogwarts for so many years, only Riddle could still maintain that disguise under his nose.

But what doesn't make sense is...Riddle shouldn't be resurrected so soon.

According to recorded reference materials, after the main soul dies completely, it will take at least several years before it can return to the human world.

This left Dumbledore a little confused. He had already written to contact an old friend, an old friend who had dozens or hundreds of looking glasses at home.

The looking glass obtained by then will be handed over to the house elves to conduct a thorough investigation throughout the school.

"Myrtle...Okay, I will investigate." Mu En nodded, this time he had no intention of staying out of the matter.

If this incident was aimed at him because the curse affected the so-called "destiny", he could not sit idly by and ignore it.

It wasn't that he was worried about something going wrong with him.

Instead, they are worried that these children at Hogwarts will be implicated in "bad luck".

Dumbledore obviously did not expect that Moon would be interested in this matter. When he saw Moon early in the morning, the expression on his face was quite wonderful.

"Is there anything else? Are you encountering a bottleneck in magic?" Mu En looked at him.

"That's right." Harry nodded repeatedly, and then said in confusion: "Uncle Moon, I don't know why, I can't cast advanced spells successfully... This is very distressing."

After watching the duel between Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape last time, Harry thought that he was just one step away from the advanced magic derived from the Fire Curse.

But until now, he still has not been able to successfully cast the magic spells such as Vulcan to clear the way and Fire Shield to protect himself.

As for other advanced magic spells, they always gave him a sense of powerlessness and seemed out of reach.

There is no improvement in spell casting efficiency for the spells that have been mastered.

This troubled him quite a bit.

As he said that, Harry was a little nervous: "I...I don't know if I took the wrong path or encountered a bottleneck.

It's just that... this state gives me the feeling that it's not like I'm encountering a big mountain, but like the difference between heaven and earth... I can't even find a point where I can apply force..."

Mu En looked at him in surprise, and when he touched the table with his palm, the entire table turned into fine black sand.

"It turns out that this is the problem. To be honest, you encountered this problem earlier than I thought. I thought you would only start to be confused about this in the fourth or fifth grade."

As she said that, Mu En's eyes paused for a moment on Harry's scar.

No, it's more than that.

The hard work behind this is the real reason why he can ask this question today!

"But because of this, you will feel more confused than others, which is normal."

As he spoke, Mu En turned his hand over, and several small wooden sticks appeared in his hand, and his eyes were placed on the sand table.

"This is the deepest thought of each of us."

As he spoke, he inserted the wooden sticks into them one by one.

"These are the spells that are cast by our thoughts and guided by desires."

Harry's eyes fell on the sand table on the table. Moon's expression was easy to understand, and there was no understanding bottleneck.

As he spoke, Mu En took out a wooden stick that was two or three times longer than other wooden sticks. He inserted it into the sandbox, but the sandbox was just a sandbox. As soon as it was inserted, the stick collapsed.

"And some spells cannot be supported by these superficial desires alone!"

"As for the solution, the choice of most people is..."

With that said, Mu En picked up the long wooden stick again and inserted it deeply into the sand table.

"You need to show a deeper desire."

However, Harry soon discovered a drawback. When these wooden sticks were sunk too far into the sand table, although they were stable enough and would not fall over when touched, their height was not much different from those of ordinary wooden sticks.

"This is…"

"Deeper desires represent limitations and singleness. If you put it into a spell, it will only be released but cannot be used. It is no different from an ordinary spell!!"

With that said, Harry raised his head and looked at Moon.

"The answer is correct!" Mu En's fingers gently touched the table: "The real strong man always has the most determined heart."

As he spoke, the sand gradually solidified.

"Do you believe in the power of [enlightenment]?"