Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Early the next morning, Gryffindor lounge.

The rapid and harsh sound of the alarm clock woke Neville up. His sleep had never been as good as that of other classmates. As soon as the alarm clock rang, he jumped up excitedly.

Then he glanced left and right.

Ron was lying on the bed scratching his belly and muttering something: "Snape, I'm a prefect - Slytherin points will be deducted!!"

Seamus had kicked the quilt under the bed and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"It's good that I didn't disturb them."

Neville breathed a sigh of relief and reluctantly moved to the bedside. As soon as he stepped down, there was a loud squeak.

"Leif, you're back!" Neville picked up the huge toad in surprise and stroked it twice.

If there was anyone Neville cared about most in this school, it would definitely be Leif.

Then he put it on the bedside table: "I have to go."

"Gugua——"

The sun had not yet risen. Neville glanced at the time, quickly put on his clothes, and then walked out of the lounge nervously.

The Fat Lady was disturbed in her sleep, but she was not angry. She was just surprised by Neville's behavior.

"If there is another attack in the school, I will tell the teachers about it as soon as possible." The woman in the painting who guards the Gryffindor common room muttered.

Neville was very nervous on the way down.

He didn't have much confidence. It could even be said that he regretted agreeing so easily yesterday.

It's not that he hasn't been trained. When he was still at home, Uncle Algie often gave him some "special training" in order to stimulate his wizarding abilities.

For example, running continuously, or swinging a torch around him to burn his hair, etc.

Until one time, he was "missed" by his uncle and fell out of the upstairs window. In that accident, he also bounced into the flowers like a ball, officially proving that he was not a squib.

Only then did these trainings come to an end.

Soon, he arrived at the second floor and walked down.

At the same time, he also heard a familiar, sarcastic voice,

"If he can come, I'll count him as the winner -"

At this moment, Draco who was speaking also saw him on the stairs.

"Harry, I'm not late," Neville said, trotting down quickly.

Harry shook his head: "We just arrived."

Then, he turned his head and looked at Draco with a half-smile: "Keep talking."

"Even if he wins half of it." Draco's mouth twitched.

"What about the other half?" Harry asked.

Behind them, a yawning Crabgoyle was also curious.

"If he can pass today's training, he will win over his other half." Draco raised the corners of his mouth with disdain and looked at Neville: "Come on."

"Haha." Harry smiled angrily, then looked at Neville: "Ignore him, let's go."

Neville nodded, and then followed a few others to the grassland outside the school.

It's only early January now, and there's still a lot of unmelted snow on the walls, so the air is always filled with frost.

Then, he saw Harry and the others making strange movements.

"What's this?"

"Warm-up exercise." Draco explained: "Just learn it, otherwise your legs and feet will cramp in a while and you will cry in pain."

Neville nodded and followed the movements of a few people and started to move strangely.

Then we started our morning run.

Although he didn't know that he had to do this because he was a wizard, he still followed it honestly. But soon, his body couldn't keep up, his legs and feet were sore, and he felt sticky with sweat in the thick clothes on his body. The sun at noon probably didn't make him blush now.

"On your left."

A figure quickly passed him.

"Don't worry about him. He's not smart. When he ran for the first time, he just wanted to fight and got cramps. Now he deliberately wants you to taste the cramps." Harry said a few words while slowing down his speed, and then He ran forward quickly again.

"On your left!"

Unfortunately, Draco's plan failed.

It wasn't that Neville had no temper, but it was true that he was a little too chubby.

The warm-up exercise for a few people had already made Neville feel like his heart was about to beat out of his chest and he was sweating profusely.

So much so that he could only lie weakly on the grass stained with morning dew, not feeling cold, only feeling cool.

In a daze, through the morning light rising in the east, he seemed to see a figure sitting on the eaves of the third-floor window, with white hair and an extremely old face. He was wrapped in a black robe, and his eyes were as cold as an eagle.

Looking at them disdainfully and condescendingly.

"This is."

Neville rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the man had disappeared, and Harry's face appeared instead.

"Is it okay? If not, just watch us practice first."

"Okay!" Neville put what had just happened behind him. Although he had never responded to any of Draco's previous words, he had already accepted such a plausible challenge in his heart.

Of course, only in my heart.

As a professional "loser," he has become accustomed to not saying anything about himself for fear of inviting ridicule.

"Then stand up." Harry stretched out a hand and pulled Neville up.

"Get your wand out and get ready," Harry said.

"How do you fight today?" Draco said. He spent a lot of thought last night and came up with a set of combos, and he couldn't wait to open some people's eyes.

"Well, let's look at Neville, who do you want to pick as your opponent?" Harry said.

Neville pointed at Draco without hesitation.

"You have courage." Draco raised the corner of his mouth and accepted Neville's challenge.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and took the initiative to move aside.

Soon, Neville and Draco were walking towards both sides with their backs to each other, while Harry acted as the starter, counting down for them.

"three"

"two"

"one"

The next moment, as soon as Neville turned around, he heard Draco's incantation.

"Everything is petrified."

Then, Neville's body collapsed to the ground.

Everyone was frightened by this scene. How could this possibly not even have time to react and dodge to the side?

Neville himself felt ashamed of his performance. He even wanted to crawl into a hole in the soil like an ant and disappear quickly.

Suddenly, an old and disdainful voice sounded in his ears.

"It's exactly what I inferred when I first saw it, pure trash."

"I'm not" Neville wanted to respond, but was restrained by the spell and couldn't speak at all.

"Isn't it?" the voice asked doubtfully, which immediately startled Neville.

"That's what I thought in my heart, but when the time comes, what comes out of my mouth is either silence or cowardly words like 'You're right'." The voice continued.

"Just now, weren't you still glad that your choices were correct?"

"I'm glad I didn't argue with the bumbling classmate across from me, otherwise I might still be laughed at now."

"I'm glad that I thought at the beginning that not participating in that game was the right choice. I crossed out my name after thinking about it for a while. Otherwise, I would just be embarrassed if I really played."

"You don't even have the guts to say what you really think. You are not trash, so who is? If I were your elder, I would really feel ashamed of your existence, believe me."

Neville's heart suddenly felt like it was falling into an ice cave. Who was talking, and why could he even know the fleeting thoughts in his heart? ?

"No." Neville became furious when he heard this.

"Then show me how you win." The voice said with a sneer: "Show me if you win, and I will believe you."

At the same time, Harry also lifted the petrification spell on Neville.

"Neville, how are you? Why don't you take a rest first," Harry said.

"No." Neville shook his head and looked at Draco stubbornly: "Can you do it again?"

"Are you sure?" Draco was a little confused, then shrugged: "Okay, it doesn't count just now."

Harry nodded hesitantly and looked Neville up and down. He was breathing heavily and looked very angry.

Is he so angry because he was instantly killed by one move? ?

That's not right. Neville doesn't seem to be such a competitive person. To be honest, Harry was surprised to see that Neville wanted to secretly sign up for the duel competition. Now he can actually react like this after being knocked out by one move. Ambition

Something doesn't feel right.

Could this be Neville's hidden Gryffindor power? ?

"Okay, then I'll give you an order." Harry said.

Soon, the second confrontation between Neville and Draco began again with Harry's countdown.

"Everything is petrified——"

Draco struck first again, but this time, the curse did not hit directly behind him, but to the left.

"This is my keen sense of duel - ignorant Longbottom!!"

However, the direction Neville dodges is to the other side, which has nothing to do with the landing point of the petrification curse.

But precisely because of this, Draco was even more excited.

That's what his combos are like.

Use the first spell to force the opponent's position, and then follow up with the second simple spell to control the opponent.

He couldn't do it yet by using two magic spells with high intensity in a row.

So the second spell is an extremely simple transformation spell - just aim at the grass under your feet and release it.

At this time, Neville was feeling lucky to have dodged Draco's petrification spell, and at the same time he waved his wand in his hand.

"Collapsed——"

Just as he was chanting the curse, many thorny thorns sprouted from the grass beneath his feet, and one of them even wrapped around his wrist.

The wand's waving trajectory was interrupted, and sparks exploded between the wands.

"Caught it!" Draco was overjoyed and held the wand with his backhand. The deformed thorns pulled Neville's wrist and kept shrinking.

The thorns even had thorns on them, which made Neville grin and felt like a heartbreaking pain.

Sure enough, if it doesn't work, it won't work. You can't change it just because you feel angry.

"Why don't you wave your magic wand?" The voice appeared doubtfully.

"It hurts" Neville responded.

However, the moment he responded, his brain suddenly became hot, no, to be precise - it was anger.

Not his anger, but the anger of the owner of that old voice.

"Why don't you wave the wand if it hurts?"

"You're hopeless. I'm telling you, even Dumbledore and Jones can't save you. You'll be like this for the rest of your life." The voice sneered, and then quickly disappeared.

Neville could feel the real disappearance, the man would no longer speak.

Being laughed at and ridiculed like this one after another would make anyone anxious.

At least, you have to fight for it and don't lose without even releasing the spell.

But this time, Neville raised his hand abruptly, and his wrist was covered with blood from the thorns.

Opposite him, Draco's expression darkened and he gritted his teeth: "Longbottom, just admit defeat, there's no need."

Neville didn't answer him, he just wanted to raise his wand and cast a spell.

There was a sharp pain in my wrist, my fingers trembled, and my wand trembled as a result.

In his mind, he kept urging himself to squeeze harder, squeeze harder——

The next moment, the thorns broke, and Neville got a chance.

"Everything is petrified——"

Draco was already close to exhaustion and tried to dodge, but his legs and feet were still under Neville's spell.

The stiffness spread rapidly from the feet to the whole body.

But in an instant, he fell to the ground.

Neville did the same, clutching his wrist that was covered in blood, and fell to the ground in pain. After waving the magic wand, he could no longer grasp it and fell to the ground.

"Why don't you wave the wand if it hurts?" The voice kept echoing in his ears.

"Come out!" Neville shouted.

As soon as Harry lifted the petrifying spell for Draco, he turned around and looked at Neville in surprise.

"I waved my wand and I won!!" Neville said, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I didn't lose, I'm not that useless." He whispered in a tearful tone.

Harry looked around in confusion, and soon he saw two people standing on the castle corridor in the distance.

Judging from the figure, one was Uncle Mu En, and the other one he had never seen before.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know what happened, if Uncle Moon was there, it would be nothing serious.

On the other side, Mu En looked at Neville who was half kneeling on the ground.

"You came so early just to do these things? Disrupt the children's activities here?" he said.

"It's just a matter of interest." Grindelwald smiled.

In fact, he came so early just because he wanted to see more, see what the environment he lived in was like, and see the footprints he left here.

But the more he looked at it, the two emotions kept intertwining in his mind.

One is - it looks pretty good here.

The other is - why is this so good?

"Excuse me, I haven't communicated with anyone in fifty years. In prison, the house elf who delivers food doesn't even dare to look at me, well... although it can't do it either." Waugh said.

'it? ’ Mu En raised her eyebrows.

This pronoun is indeed Grindelwald enough.

But it is better than Voldemort after all. Perhaps in Voldemort's view, most wizards can only use "it".

"Then why don't you go find someone else to trouble you, Draco? I think that guy is definitely to your liking, at least better than Longbottom."

"It's boring." Grindelwald shook his head.

"Although he is useless, he is not a waste.

Using good ingredients to make good dishes is not called a chef, it can only be called a cook.

Only the best chefs can use imperfect ingredients to make perfect meals. "

Mu En was a little surprised. He felt an inexplicable winning mentality?

As for whom it is aimed at.

"I thought you were just trying to inspire his blood."

"No, I really think he is a waste."

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