Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On Sunday, Hogwarts today was still the same as the previous two weeks, looking a little less lively. Compared to the dull castle, the children preferred to gather around the arena and have fun.

Mrs. Pingsi in the library became more relaxed. There were fewer people coming to the library on weekends, so she no longer had to patrol all the time.

However, this also made the remaining people who came to the library more conspicuous, and each one became the focus of attention.

Especially those who come in pairs and whose attention is not on books or homework——

Harry held his head in his hand and was dazed, while looking away from Mrs. Pince.

He already felt that he had become the focus of the other party's attention.

"What are you doing? What happened?" Hermione asked in a low voice. She glanced at the parchment in front of Harry. The wand data and wand array pattern diagram on it had not been modified for a long time, and the ink had dried. .

"All done? Is this the finished product?" Hermione asked again.

Harry shook his head: "I'm not in a daze anymore."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, then turned her attention to her homework again.

Harry glanced at it and saw that it was an assignment for Arithmancy and Divination, which are two different subjects at Hogwarts - elective subjects for the third year.

Divination

Maybe you can try it.

Harry thought about the last time he did a divination, when he asked if Aunt Maggie's arrival at Christmas would be good news, and the result was positive.

Although the direction was a bit strange, he did not have a bad Christmas that time, it could even be said to be perfect.

Then, he rummaged through his pocket for a long time, and finally found the citrine pendant under the fresh bag.

"Was I making the right choice by going to the retired hitter for information?"

Afterwards, the question was quickly repeated silently in his mind seven times.

Hermione also looked at Harry confused.

Soon, the pendant started to rotate automatically without any wind, with a very slight arc. Harry looked carefully and found that the crystal was rotating clockwise.

"correct?!"

"What is this?" Hermione asked quietly.

As he was talking, the crystal suddenly shook. Harry looked thoughtful and answered Hermione's question: "This is crystal divination. Well, it depends on the direction of the crystal shaking to reflect the yes or no of the question."

"Ah!" Hermione murmured in confusion. At the same time, she pulled in several books in front of her and kept flipping through the catalog: "What method is this? Why didn't I find it?"

"I don't know, maybe it's some unrecorded side method." Harry smiled.

"Okay." Hermione nodded: "But what I want to say is that these tips have no real divination effect. If you want something more reliable, I still recommend arithmetic divination or tea divination, crystal ball Divination, etc.”

This just speaks to Hermione's study direction during this period.

Harry took a deep breath and said helplessly:

"Well, I just hope that I can give you an answer. Just like tossing a coin, when you are indecisive, the coin flying in the air is the answer. As for whether the coin is heads or tails after it falls, it is completely unimportant."

As he said that, he also thought of the dynamic reaction of the citrine pendant just now.

First clockwise, then suddenly disturbed.

If according to his understanding, it is "This is completely feasible, but some prerequisites need to be met."

Well, at least he is willing to understand it that way.

The final interpretation of divination belongs to me!

At this time, Mrs. Pince had also walked slowly behind the two of them. Harry shuddered violently, and the feeling of being stared at by a wild beast emerged in his heart.

The two looked back and then quickly fell silent.

Harry also fell into thinking again.

Unfortunately, after thinking hard for a long time, he finally had to ask Mu En for help.

At noon, in the office, Moon tapped her fingers on the table and listened to Harry's story.

"So, your problem now is, you don't know how to get the corresponding information from the retired Azkaban striker?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, and then sighed and said, "I'm afraid. It's things like this that remind me of the retired Ministry of Magic person in Greece who ended up in jail."

"Then you can directly recruit him?" Mu En asked and gave an answer.

Harry heard this and shook his head quickly: "No way. Although what we want to do is not a good thing, our purpose is not Azkaban. Firstly, we don't want to drag him into the water. Secondly, we don't have a solid foundation of trust."

"Then just use money to open the way. Money can solve most problems." Mu En said again.

"Then after the incident, wouldn't he be the first one approached by the Ministry of Magic?" Harry said hesitantly, and at the same time a little embarrassed: "Uncle Moon, are you too indecisive?"

"It's just a different choice." Mu En did not answer Harry's question.

"You don't want this person to end up being a criminal, but now he's the only one who has the information you need."

Harry nodded.

"Very good, at least you understand - don't let others bear the consequences of your choices!" Mu En nodded.

"But it's very simple. If you can't cooperate, then why do you have to cooperate?" Mu En raised the corner of his mouth: "Since he proactively gives out information, it may cause him trouble. Then why can't you do it? ?”

"Me? Am I here to cause trouble?!" Harry was stunned and didn't quite understand.

"Isn't that enough to give him the information on Azkaban even if he doesn't give it to me?!" Moon smiled: "This way, even if one day in the future, if he is questioned by the Ministry of Magic, he can still give it to him. The blame falls on you.”

"This" Harry suddenly understood.

Yes, I can’t let others pay for my choices.

In that case, why not use some less polite methods, but at least within the control range? !

Thinking about it, Harry nodded solemnly: "I know!"

He had been completely deceived by his own thoughts before, and he had never intended to treat the retired hitter like he did Mundungus.

Because the other person is a good person.

This also resulted in him being unable to do so before.

But now, he has figured it out.

Even his steps were much brisker, and as soon as he walked downstairs, he happened to meet Draco.

"Harry." Draco shouted: "Hagrid asked you to come over and prepare everything. He went to the arena to look for you but couldn't find you!"

"Something?" Harry responded quickly: "Oh, really?"

There were many things that made him happy. As Harry and Draco walked outside, he thought that maybe today's experience could be used as one of the fuels for the Patronus Charm.

Soon, they arrived at Hagrid's hut. At this time, Hagrid was plowing the land, crushing and kneading the big pumpkin that had been planted on Halloween but had not been used up and started to rot into the soil. Yaya was lying on the side of the field, helping Digging in the dirt, as soon as he saw Harry, he jumped on him.

"Oh, Harry, you are here." Hagrid wiped his face with his coat: "Why didn't you watch the game today? Is it because you have too much homework recently? Or are you talking about my wand? Harry, you don't need to be too busy. I have plenty of time and energy to do my job."

"Oh, no." Harry shook his head: "There are many other things. Speaking of Hagrid, regarding your wand, I already have a rough idea of ​​repairing it. Maybe I can get the finished product in another month."

"I'm looking forward to it." Hagrid smiled and threw down the hoe. The hoe should be taller than an adult. Draco was frightened to see it.

With that said, Hagrid opened the door: "Come in quickly, it's still a little cold outside."

The two quickly walked into it. Not long after they sat down, Hagrid took out a small rattan basket with blood dripping from the gap. But Hagrid obviously didn't mind and just handed the basket to Harry. .

After taking it, he opened the top of the basket and took a look. Suddenly, the smell of blood rushed into his nose and went straight into his mind.

A "thread" as thick as a finger was stained with blood and placed in a coil in a basket.

This thread exudes translucent black, like black jade, and looks very precious.

"It's perfect!" Harry exclaimed.

"You'd better not waste it." Even a man like Draco who was used to seeing good things couldn't help but sigh at this moment: "Otherwise, you might as well feed it to the dog."

Yaya next to him jumped up, sticking out his tongue excitedly and venting at Draco.

"This is just a metaphor." Draco said to Fang, staring at him with some vigilance, fearing that it would pounce on him and start licking him.

"I can only try my best!" Harry smiled, then closed the top of the basket and put it into his pocket: "Thanks, Hagrid!"

"What a big deal!" Hagrid smiled nonchalantly.

After sitting for a while, Hagrid stood up and stretched: "Okay, I have to continue my work. You can go do your own things. Today is a seventh-grade game. I really don't want to go." Take a look?!”

"Okay, let's say goodbye first, Hagrid." Harry nodded, took the basket in his hand, and said goodbye to Draco and Hagrid.

Soon, they arrived at the arena. At this time, people were still running around in the stalls outside the arena. McClery was holding two drinks. When he saw the two of them, he quickly said: "Harry, Draco, hurry up. Come! The second game in the afternoon seems to be Hedlund’s!!”

Harry raised his brows, looked at Draco, and then the two walked quickly toward the arena.

At the right time, they saw Hedlund and a Ravenclaw seventh year looking at each other from a distance.

At the same time, cheers for cheers were heard from both sides.

At the teachers' bench, almost most of the teachers were also seated.

Seventh grade, about to graduate.

The duel in this group is almost the best verification and display of the teaching achievements of the teachers in each college and the entire school!

Almost all students and teachers were present.

The last time it was so hot was the first day of the competition!

In the remaining groups of games, the popularity has dropped to a certain extent.

And the next time the popularity explodes, don't think too much, it will naturally be the finals.

The timing was just right.

Standing just behind the auditorium, Harry's eyes became sharp.

If anyone is the real target he is chasing.

Forget about Uncle Moon and Dumbledore, those extraordinary strong men.

Hedlund is definitely a target to chase!

Even when Harry was studying some advanced courses, he often asked each other for advice.

The terrain is changing, and it will soon turn into a vast expanse of white snow!

Countdown passed quickly.

Then——

"The house collapsed and the ground collapsed——"

The whole world became a vast expanse of white, as if the entire ground had been overturned, and the colors of the snow were reversed again and fell into the sky.

After the snow dust dissipated, only one person was seen buried one by one under thick rocks and heavy soil. The wand fell to the side, and the breath on his body was sluggish.

The battle is over.

The Slytherin spectator seats suddenly erupted into cheers.

"This isn't a duel...it's just a crushing." Flitwick said somewhat boringly at the teacher's seat.

Then he thought that the one who lost was Ravenclaw. What he said might make others think that he was angry about the defeat of his college, so he continued: "It's a pity. I still hope to see more of the magicians." In the scene where the curses are intertwined and danced, winning or losing is secondary!"

Snape broke into a satisfied smile, which was quite a long face. The last time he showed this smile was when Slytherin won the House Cup in June last year.

"Another move!" Draco swallowed.

"I have no chance of winning against this kind of person." As he said that, he turned his head and wanted to hear Harry's answer.

"I don't know either..." Harry said softly.

He might be able to resolve the move just now by giving himself a floating spell, but what other tricks will he come up with next? No one knows.

With just this one move, it was like overturning the world.

This proves a lot.

"Don't think about it, you're not looking for him." Harry turned around and stopped paying attention to the subsequent game.

"I'm not looking for him, what about you?" Draco smiled.

"You have to try." Harry raised a smile and said, "Next time you go out, don't come with me."

"Why?"

"Not sure." Harry replied calmly.

"You mean that beater?!"

Harry nodded: "The strikers are all trained by Aurors. Although they are not official Aurors, I really don't know what their strength is. If..."

"What if?" Draco continued to ask.

"If you lose and get arrested. If the eldest son of the Draco family actually does these things, then you are finished. This matter is risky, so you don't have to go."

What he said before applies not only to others, but also to Draco.

"Lost? What are you going to do? Can't you just kill him with money?!" Draco said matter-of-factly.

"Pull the other party into the path of the criminal?! Follow-up investigation by the Ministry of Magic. It's not difficult, so let's forget it."

No matter how you think about it, you know who the Ministry of Magic will investigate first after the crash in Azkaban. No matter how you think about it, violence is the better choice.

"His being investigated has nothing to do with us. The guy who used the money can probably just talk. As for what happens next, we just need to make sure that we don't expose ourselves.

He made his own choice. Whether he is caught by the Ministry of Magic or sent to Azkaban, it will be his own choice, right? "

Draco felt that there was no need to care about other people's lives and lives, to make a choice - and then pay the price, as it had always been.

As for the deception involved? Routine?

That guy can only blame himself for not being smart enough!

"There's no need to do this and just leave him in the vortex," Harry said.

"Giving him a choice he certainly can't refuse, and then leading him into the abyss, isn't this the behavior of a devil or a capitalist?"

"Haha. Is there any difference? Oh, capitalists are in the world, and they live a good life." Draco raised a proud smile on his lips.

Harry thought for a moment, and he really couldn't refute Draco. Facts proved that people who didn't care about the lives of others would live a more prosperous life - he had never quite understood why this was the case before, but this time Draco did. He made it clearer.

A born capital bastard? !

Thinking about it, Harry's eyes looked a little strange.

"Why are you looking at me with that look?" Draco said unhappily: "Then what will you do then? Communication and the like, you are always talking loudly."

"Let's talk after the potion is ready!"

Only half a month left!