Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 171 I’m not Gellert Grindelwald, it’s just a coincidence

Harry quickly helped Neville up.

At the same time, Draco also came over, holding his aching chest.

"you win."

His tone was a little unhappy, but his words were clear and sonorous.

Even if you lose, you must be someone who can afford to lose.

It would be embarrassing if you still make a fuss after losing.

But at the same time, he was also very puzzled as to why Neville suddenly became so tough. This was completely inconsistent with the guy in his impression.

Of course, the one crying now is quite right.

Harry handed Neville the white ointment and asked curiously what happened to Neville just now.

Soon, Neville explained what had just happened.

"Have you heard the old man's voice before? Are you sure it's not Professor Snape's voice?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"No, it's not." Neville shook his head: "He is not as extreme as Professor Snape."

"Indeed, most people can't be so venomous." Harry nodded. It seemed that the person speaking in Neville's mind was probably the guy standing next to Uncle Moon before.

He is old and old, and he seems to be very strong.

Harry turned around in his mind for a long time, but he had no idea who that person was.

Uncle Mu En's friend? Then why does it appear at Hogwarts? Why is it related to Neville?

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore.

"Crabbe, Goyle, you two come to practice?" Harry said.

"Okay." On the other side, two strong young men stood up.

On Monday, the first class was still herbal medicine class.

Draco was still immersed in the previous duel practice.

"I feel that there should be no problem with my thinking. In order to connect the magic spell immediately, I chose transformation, but in this way, the thorns I transformed will be very fragile. Harry, do you have a better idea? ? Or maybe I don’t have enough control over the transformation technique?”

In class, Draco whispered to Harry for advice.

"If it were me, I might feint on the first spell, maybe use a simpler spell, and then focus on the second spell." Harry thought for a moment and gave the answer.

"But if the first spell hits, you'll make a profit. There's a 50% chance that the second spell will be used to cover up the situation." Draco explained his thinking.

"Then you should have chosen to continue casting other spells before, instead of continuing to focus on controlling the thorns of your transformation." Harry said speechlessly: "And we still don't know the specific arena for the battle. If If it is not on the grass, then it will be much more difficult for you to conjure thorns from the stone slab."

"My suggestion is to choose your core spell." Hermione suggested: "Last time, Mr. Jones told me about the wizard combat classification of field controllers, and I checked the information. Basically, there are many powerful spells. Wizards all have their own wizard combat system."

"For example, I found out about a fifteenth-century wizard named Lancelot. What he was best at was frequently using apparation, and combined with various combat spells, he could always catch the enemy off guard, which had miraculous effects.

There is also a very famous Mr. Scamander who came to Hogwarts a few days ago. It is said that he has raised many powerful magical animals and often relies on them to turn defeat into victory at critical moments. "

Harry agreed and said: "Yes, you may have to first try to find a spell that you are best at, and then rely on this to establish your own fighting style."

"Just like you used to rely on a bunch of auxiliary spells to bless your sword?" Draco looked at Harry.

Harry nodded: "Yeah, more or less, but I don't plan to get too involved in this. It would easily make me put the cart before the horse. In this regard, I just hope that when someone wants to get close to me, I can still have a good relationship." The ability to panic.”

Although he has not neglected sword practice recently, it is more of a lesson.

In terms of specific battles, he still could not forget the flesh-cutting and bone-breaking storm that Uncle Mu En had summoned on Christmas Eve.

That's what a wizard should be like.

"Better at it" Draco muttered, lost in thought.

Beside him, Hermione carefully wrapped a rubber ring around the swollen pod.

When the swollen pod fruits are immature, they can easily explode, like small, unstable bombs.

Nothing but danger.

When it matures, it will bloom and bear fruit as soon as it explodes and falls to the ground, just like Jack's magic beans.

The fruit itself has become an extremely good medicine for wounds, and it can also affect people's spirit and make them excited.

You must be careful when doing this job, otherwise it is easy to explode the already sensitive pod.

At least Hermione was careful.

After finally tying a pod, she turned her head and happened to see Harry spreading his hands, holding several very ferocious-looking centipedes.

He raised his hand slightly, and the centipedes climbed onto the pod one by one, biting the tail quickly with their heads.

After the transformation spell faded away, the centipedes turned into rubber rings that were securely fastened to the pods.

"What's wrong?" Harry turned to look at Hermione in confusion.

"No, it's nothing." Hermione's mouth twitched.

"I just want to ask, do you know who the person was in the school before? The one with Mr. Jones." She asked instead.

As soon as this question was asked, many people immediately started muttering curiously about this person.

It seemed that more than one person had seen him.

"I always feel familiar. I should have seen this person somewhere."

"He should be a very powerful wizard."

Soon, someone from Slytherin remembered a piece of news from before.

"Marcus said before that he would stay here for a while because there is a special class, could this be it."

“I don’t think it’s necessary at all, Professor Jones’s class is good enough.

"Maybe it's really this, but who is he? Can he really take this class well?"

boom--

A pod Seamus was operating exploded, and a succession of beans shot out, starting a second round of small explosions.

Interrupting the noise in the third greenhouse.

"I told you, you should pay more attention." Sprout smiled helplessly: "Now you should be quiet."

"Professor, do you know who that old gentleman is?"

"Sorry, I really can't reveal anything about this." Sprout showed a helpless smile.

"Worried." Draco said softly.

"What?"

"It's worry! I saw worry on her face." Draco nodded: "There is some trouble. It seems that the old man is not a good person."

The children's doubts became even more serious.

Time soon came to the afternoon, and the first class was their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Harry and Draco jogged all the way. They spent some time in the abandoned training classroom. It was almost time to start class.

As soon as she walked to the door of the classroom, she saw a devastated Hermione.

"What's wrong?" Harry frowned, why did Hermione come to the classroom so late.

"Harry, I know who that person is." Hermione said, "I went to check that person at noon, and I'm pretty sure I've seen that face somewhere before."

"Who is it?" Draco was also curious.

Hermione was about to speak, but shook her head: "Forget it, that might be a misunderstanding. After all, the photo in the history book was from fifty years ago."

Just as he was talking, the school bell rang suddenly, and Hermione quickly walked into the classroom with her head buried in her head.

"Why is she so nervous? Could it be that the Dark Lord is coming to teach us?" Draco shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head and quickly walked into the classroom.

As soon as they entered the classroom, they suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

The classroom is much wider than before, but it is far more crowded than before. Many senior students who have no classes have come here, and the whole classroom is very quiet.

Inexplicably, it reminded Harry of the palace.

Solemn and solemn, no one dared to speak, waiting for the palace above where the king gave orders.

An unreasonable pressure enveloped the entire classroom.

The two quickly found a seat and sat down, and then had time to look at the front of the classroom.

The person above is not the familiar lazy figure.

An old man wearing a complicated black robe, with messy white hair, facial features like a chisel and an axe, and deep eyes stood above.

The other party was also looking at him carefully.

Harry couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling an inexplicable malice clinging to him.

It even reminded him of the first time he met Voldemort.

At this point, he did not look away. On the contrary, he was still competing with the old man.

After a moment, the old man above showed a faint smile, and then turned his gaze.

His eyes fell on Neville.

Neville was unable to resist such a gaze and quickly lowered his head.

The old man suddenly looked away in boredom.

At this time, Uncle Mu En was at the back of the classroom, leaning lazily on the sofa.

"Well, this is my first time standing in this position, and to be honest, it feels good.

There is only one reason why I am here. There is a person who made a wrong choice because of his own stupidity. So an old friend of mine came to me in hopes of wiping out your stupidity. "The old man said.

"Now, let's do the first one - what are you raising your hand for?"

Harry quickly turned his head and saw a Hufflepuff girl, Schmidt, raising his hand.

She was also the girl who interrupted Uncle Mu En's class before.

"Professor, what should we call you?"

"Name?" The old man shook his neck: "I was active fifty years ago. I was a politician and lived in a black castle in Austria."

Harry felt Hermione's body tremble next to him, and his whole body became tense.

"who?"

"Fifty years ago? Politicians?"

The little wizards below started talking in low voices.

"You can call me Grimm, the Grimm from Grimm's Fairy Tales." The old man continued.

Suddenly, Harry saw the person next to him raise his hand.

It's Hermione.

"Girl, do you have any questions?" The old man spread his hands.

"Sir, I don't mean to offend." Hermione's voice was trembling.

When she saw the photo from the Modern History of European Magic at noon, even though she was so surprised that she couldn't speak, she still remembered that face firmly.

Now that I have arrived in the classroom, I have been carefully comparing the photos in my mind with the person in front of me, plus the vague self-introduction before.

"A politician who lived in Austria and was active fifty years ago, professor, are you Grindelwald?" Hermione said nervously.

Suddenly, low shouts appeared from the auditorium at the back of the classroom.

"How is it possible? He is in Nurmengard."

"Isn't he dead?"

"It is said that Nurmengard has been transformed into a prison specially used to hold him. How could he escape!"

"The first Dark Lord?"

Various voices appear.

Above, the old man whom Hermione called Grindelwald smiled:

"The first thing I want to say is that Grindelwald is not dead yet.

Second, if Grindelwald wants to leave Nurmengard, I can come out at any time.

Thirdly, titles like Dark Lord are a bit too stupid. Please don’t compare me with an idiot like Voldemort. I only recognize him on a magical level, that's all!

As for the rest, haha...my philosophy, my past career..."

"Ahem." Mu En coughed slightly, and Grindelwald shrugged and suppressed the words.

Draco stiffly picked up the quill, his body twitching involuntarily. What I just said suddenly came to mind in my mind: "Could it be that the Dark Lord is here to teach us a lesson?"

At the same time, Grindelwald above spoke again: "Fourth, I am not Gellert Grindelwald. I just happened to be active fifty years ago, happened to live in Austria now, and happened to have been a politician."

After saying that, he raised a smile, showing his white teeth.

"Now, are there any questions?"

The little wizards below were as silent as quails, and the whole classroom was eerily quiet.

Some people even fell to the ground.

The name of the mysterious man was spoken openly, as well as a fact that everyone knew in front of him.

The two phases are superimposed, and a huge pressure is pressed down like a substantial mountain.

"By the way, now I want to ask - am I qualified to talk to you about black magic?

To be more precise, if the experiences I share about black magic can make you really take it to heart and take it seriously? "

"Enough!!" An angry shout interrupted Grindelwald's words.

Suddenly, Grindelwald looked towards the speaker, the red-haired, freckle-faced little boy.

Ron didn't understand why no one answered the professor's questions with him.

Didn't anyone answer the first Dark Lord's words? ! Are you all so bold?

This made his voice extremely abrupt.

"That's enough...I mean...if it's Greene...Mr. Green, it's definitely enough..." He explained quickly.

"Yes." Grindelwald nodded with satisfaction. At present, it seems that the basic purpose has been achieved.

The experience and lessons about black magic given by a black magic master that everyone knows.

Obviously, it has more reference value than what a teacher like Moon Jones who "doesn't know" black magic says, and will be taken more seriously by these children.

This was Mu En's purpose from the beginning.