Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

After walking out of Moon's office, Harry headed to Fred George's secret classroom without stopping.

Unfortunately, Fred George was not among them. After some inquiries, he learned that the two were still opening in front of the booth of the Three Broomsticks Bar.

Helpless, Harry had to go back to the underground classroom first.

In the underground classroom, Draco was still training.

Leaning against the doorframe and looking at the back, Harry felt a little emotional.

Even to death, he never imagined that Draco would be such a person today. In fact, he never thought that he would be friends with him.

"Draco." Harry said.

"What?" Draco gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the transformation. He had heard the sound of the door opening before, but he didn't pay attention.

"Tell me something." Harry said, "I'm looking for your help."

"Pure-blood family matters?" Draco said without thinking. Harry could only take the initiative to find him, so he could only think of this matter.

However, this time, Harry gave a completely different answer.

"No, it's something else, a very important thing." As he said that, Harry glanced around the corridor, and after confirming that no one was there, he closed the door.

Noticing Harry's cautious behavior, Draco also stopped the spell and looked at him doubtfully.

"There are not many people I can talk to about this matter." Harry said instead: "Apart from Hermione, I only thought of you."

"Hmm." Draco nodded.

"So, even if you don't agree, tell me not to tell this matter. Even if it's Cara and Goyle, it's absolutely not allowed."

After receiving Draco's affirmative answer, Harry did not hesitate and went straight to tell the whole story about the prison break.

Draco's facial management was gradually getting out of control.

"Are you kidding me?!" Draco's voice was shrill.

"It's not a joke." Harry nodded, inexplicably feeling that there needed to be a sofa here, otherwise sitting on a chair with a broken leg would be very tiring, and it would be very unstyled.

Afterwards, Draco leaned against the wall weakly, doubting his life.

"You are crazy, you are all crazy!" Draco held his head: "Do you know what this concept is? Prison robbery! That is Azkaban!! The most stringent prison in the world."

"On the other hand, what happened last year was actually what Uncle Moon suggested me to do." Harry explained, and told Draco again the things that he had weakened and concealed in the Quirrell incident last year.

"Mysterious man, you mean that mysterious man is still alive?"

"He is dead now." Harry said calmly, "But he will come back again. Of course, this matter has nothing to do with it."

Draco was silent for a long time, looking in a daze, wondering what he was thinking about.

Slytherin's egoism constantly made him weigh the pros and cons in his mind.

Second grade, Azkaban.

Haha, the last time he heard words linking these two words was a joke told by a family member while drinking at a cocktail party.

A joke that Azkaban is the fifth house of Hogwarts, and the person who commits such and such crimes can be in what grade.

Anyway, he remembered that after returning home from the cocktail party, his father looked very bad and even dropped a cup he had always liked.

Draco estimated that his complexion now was not much better than that of his father at that time.

"Don't think too much, this is also my own private matter." Harry said seriously, not wanting to force anything.

"Haha." Draco's forehead pulsed with veins.

As for other people, Draco could definitely slap the table and be sure that this was what he said to provoke himself.

However, the person who said this now was someone Draco was familiar with, the scarred one who couldn't speak without thinking.

Draco found that as long as this guy talked to people who were close to him, he was very

"What's the plan now?" Draco asked instead.

"You agreed?" Harry was a little surprised.

"Don't agree to half of it, just take it one step at a time. It's just that going to Azkaban, I think it's still too mysterious." Draco shook his head.

Slytherin never makes random promises - real promises, not the kind of coping and routine words.

"No wonder you have been practicing the Patronus Charm before. I can tell you that I can't practice it, and it's impossible for me to focus on it now."

"I know." Harry smiled brightly: "You have to do your best to defeat Gemma Farley, I know."

"Yeah." Draco nodded.

Then, Harry also began to describe his plan.

"Mundungus." Draco was silent for a moment, looking thoughtful.

"What Professor Jones means is for you to use Riddle's notebook as a handle for this person to make him do things honestly."

"That's what I mean." Harry nodded in agreement.

"So when are we going?" Draco looked forward to it.

"Leaving school?" Harry looked at the inexplicably excited Draco in surprise, and then said, "The sooner the better."

"Okay, you, me, and Granger?"

"No, just you and me." Harry shook his head.

"You bastard." Draco cursed secretly, feeling inexplicably that he had been cheated of free labor.

Later, the two went to Fred George's secret classroom again and discussed until late that night

So, the next day, the silent Harry Potter officially debuted.

Most people only knew that Harry had an injury to his mouth and would be unable to speak for some time in the future.

The teachers who knew the inside story only felt that this idea was extremely ridiculous.

However, his firm choice and the approval of Moon and Dumbledore made them swallow those words into their throats.

Except Snape.

He couldn't swallow a bit!

"Are you fucking crazy?!" he roared in Mu En's office.

Mu En Paintbrush paused for a moment, then said calmly: "There are girls here, don't be so rude, okay?"

He didn't care at all about Snape's roar, he just turned up the music louder, drew alone, and motioned for Snape to open the door when he left.

Snape was even more angry at Moon's policy of ignoring him and tore down the door when he left.

In the Potions class the next day, with anger that anyone could see, he frantically made things difficult for Harry.

Its intensity even made many Slytherin classmates feel unfair to him. Even though Harry's mouth was hurt, he still...

In class, he gave Harry a special quill and asked him to write the answers on paper, and then Draco read them out.

"What are the details of making an Animagus potion?"

"Exactly how much lightning can be used to successfully transform the Animagus potion into form? Do you think that just throwing an imperceptible small lightning bolt in the sky can do it?"

"Why not being seen is so important in Animagus potion making."

“What should you pay attention to in your diet during the month when mandrake is being harvested?

Can I have a drink? Not even hot soup! Nothing but water! Repeat it to me a hundred times in your pig brain! ! "

Hot soup was what Draco muttered in passing as he read Harry's answer.

Although he almost drowned in spittle, Harry felt it was worth it. The questions given by Professor Snape were very tricky and reminded him a lot.

Wednesday, dinner time.

While the little wizards were discussing the schedule for this weekend, Harry and Draco had a quick dinner and went to the third floor.

As soon as they walked up the stairs, they met Fred and George, who quickly waved to them to follow.

"Only a few people know this secret passage, and it is a relatively smooth one. It can lead directly to Duke Bee's cellar. It should have been built during the Second Goblin War a hundred years ago." Fred introduced to the two of them.

Count as one? It seems they know more than one. Uncle Mu En is indeed right.

Harry nodded with the mandrake in his mouth, and Draco followed quickly.

Soon, they came to a statue of a one-eyed witch. Fred took out his wand and George explained in time: "There is a magic spell to "separate left and right" here. Have you learned it now? It doesn't matter. Harry can do it anyway." , No, he can’t now—”

"Separate left and right!" Fred's curse interrupted him.

Harry smiled. He couldn't answer George's question.

Behind the witch statue, along with Fred's spell, a dark passage slowly opened.

Fred said: "This is a slide. It slopes down toward Hogsmeade, so just jump down."

After speaking, he stepped aside and said, "There is only one way. I don't think you need too much guidance."

"Okay." Harry opened his mouth slightly, nodded in a low voice, then took the lead to step to the edge of the slide, snapped his fingers, and a light spot appeared in his hand.

He flicked his hand down the slide, and the light swayed downwards like a shooting star, illuminating the surroundings.

After seeing the stone path that had been gradually polished and reflective, he no longer hesitated and jumped down.

Then, a feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit him. In the dark slide where he couldn't see his fingers, Harry, who was falling rapidly, couldn't help but start to fantasize about what if there was a barb in front of him.

After a minute or two, the speed gradually slowed down, and soon, Harry landed firmly on the ground, and then he quickly moved out of the way. Not long after, Draco also landed quickly with a pale face.

Below, as Fred George said, there is a stone staircase corridor.

Harry sighed and called to Draco.

Draco nodded, and then the two began to formally prepare.

Harry first took out two masks and handed one to Draco.

Draco put it on his face, and immediately, the mask quickly stuck to his face, turning into a snake head with a wide grin, blue scales, and long fangs when it opened its mouth.

This is the snake mask given to Harry by Fred George.

Harry felt that this was more suitable for Draco, and he himself took Hermione's orange cat mask.

After all, there are only a few customized masks. Each unique mask is a brand new transformation array, and it is difficult to have new masks in a short time.

Afterwards, the two took out a large black woolen hooded coat and put it on.

Whether it is Draco or Harry, both of them have their own clothing requirements, and a robe like a bath towel does not meet their needs.

Age-increasing agents really can't make them directly become 1.8 meters tall, so this method has to be denied.

Then, Harry took out another branch and gave it to Draco.

"Don't use your own wand."

"That"

"I'll do it, you talk!"

"You do it, I'll do the talking!"

Duke of Bees, a trap door under the cellar, was slowly pushed open.

The air seemed to be twisted, as if a breeze was blowing.

Crunch——

The cellar door was slowly opened and then quickly closed.

Outside Duke Bee, two voices appeared in the air for no reason.

"Reveal this, we are the bad guys, Chi Liu!" Harry whispered, he already understood why Uncle Moon didn't speak when he was practicing Animagus before, and there was a lot of spit.

"Bad guy!" Draco's voice appeared.

"We are members of a secret organization and we want to do bad things!"

"Bad thing. Tsk, I'm a little nervous."

"Take a deep breath, it's normal to be nervous."

The next moment, the invisibility cloak was lifted. The two boys looked at each other, straightened their expressions, and took a deep breath to make themselves appear more stern.

Then he walked deeper into the village.

At the Hog's Head Bar, Harry and Draco opened the door and came face to face with a staggering guy smelling of alcohol.

The two of them got out of the way, then turned around and walked into the bar.

The noise of the drinkers was still the same. The dirty environment and the diffuse smoke made Draco frown, feeling deeply uncomfortable.

Two short figures hid in black coats and hats appeared, and their strange postures naturally attracted some attention.

“Tsk, where did this goblin come from?!”

The two people immediately looked at the person who spoke, and the surprised look on their face shocked the drinkers.

We know we are short, but when you say goblin, isn’t it a bit too——

After a while, seeing the guy move his face away angrily, the two of them looked away with satisfaction. He tiptoed to the bar, climbed a little and sat on the high chair.

"What do you want to drink?" Aberforth raised his head, his eyes rested on their hands for a moment, and then he sneered.

Draco looked at this man who was almost the same as Dumbledore and swallowed, feeling that he could not even maintain the little trick of changing his voice in his throat.

At the same time, he kept reviewing his father's appearance in his mind.

Conversation when negotiating with others, facial expression management, tone of voice, and posture.

The details kept flashing through his mind.

Then, his back straightened up a little.

"The Captain sent us here," Draco whispered, his voice rich, another use of the Viking war cry Harry had taught him.

"I don't know." Aberforth lowered his head and continued to wipe the yellowed glass that he could never wipe clean: "What are you drinking? Otherwise, you will get lost."

Draco looked at Harry in surprise, thinking that this code was wrong!

Harry glanced quickly at Aberforth, his mind spinning.

After a moment, he said: "Snake's doctor is the same as me. He asked us to come."

Aberforth's expression suddenly became serious, and then he looked at the two of them with the same sharp eyes as Dumbledore, which could see through others.

He paused for a moment on Harry's orange cat head.

Then he slowly said: "What should I call you two?"

? ?

The two looked at each other and looked at each other.

They really haven't thought about this.

Aberforth smiled contemptuously, then turned and left.

A moment later, he came back again, holding two pairs of black leather gloves.

Then, he compared his own wrists with his hands, as well as the thin, childish wrists of the two of them.

"Young." He clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Have you thought about it?"

"First Mate!" Harry said in a deep voice, quickly putting on his gloves to cover his childish hands and wrists.

Draco murmured for a while, and the code name Harry gave had obvious direction. He had to choose a higher-profile one no matter what, but if he was asked to choose a captain, he wouldn't dare to call it that even if he had the courage to do so.

"Ship Witch." He thought for a moment and said.

This is a unique term in the wizarding world. It refers to the wizards who accompanied various ships on expeditions to other continents during the Age of Discovery. The first true ship wizard was Magellan's ship wizard.

"Okay." Aberforth nodded casually: "He asked you to come to me for what?"

"We want to know where Mundungus is," Draco said.

Aberforth's hand stopped mid-air when he picked up the cup again.

After being frozen for half a second, he said: "I just passed you by."

The two young boys looked at each other again.

The next moment, he ran wildly.

The village was dark, with sporadic light spilling from the windows.

Mundungus burped and staggered around. He didn't come to Hogsmeade often.

When I came here this time, I mainly heard about some activities being held at Hogwarts to allow people to come in and do business.

He was also wondering if he could come here to make some money.

Thinking about it, he came to the roadside, pointed at the street sign and took off his belt, intending to take a refreshing dip in the wind——

boom! !

An unknown person suddenly kicked him to the ground.

He put one hand on the ground, held the waist of his trousers with the other and turned over quickly, roaring: "Who the hell——"

Then, he saw two wands pointed at him.

At the same time, two deep and deep voices also appeared.

"You kicked him, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say he is a bad person?!"

Mundungus could barely see the silhouettes of their heads clearly through the moonlight. They had big heads and short statures.

"Goblin?!"

"Shut up!" said the figure on the left.

"As for the goblin, I'm not, he will kill you!" The man turned his head slightly to signal to his companions.

Mundungus was pointed at two magic wands on this dark and windy night. He was almost frightened and stuttered: "Then who are you?"

"Bad guy!"