Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On Thursday, during dinner time in the Great Hall, while the young wizards around were busy discussing the new competition arrangements for next week, Draco and Harry sat at the end of the long table, discussing the details in a low voice.

"Did you put on the invisibility cloak?" Draco asked warily.

“I have never put it down, these things have always been in my bag. Recently, I feel that my bag is too small and cannot hold so many things.

Do you know where to find a better carry-on backpack? It would be better if there are composite clothes.

To be honest, the small bag still doesn’t quite fit in.”

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Draco listened to Harry's ramble as he deboned a perfectly grilled lamb chop with a knife and fork.

This is too confidential.

"I know, let's talk about it during the holidays."

At this moment, Hedlund also came over, and the two of them quickly stopped talking.

He patted Harry on the shoulder and stood behind him: "Our final day is next week, how are you preparing?"

"It's not bad." Draco smiled and puffed out his chest: "I've practiced a couple of tricks."

"There should be no problem." Harry nodded: "What about you?"

"I have no problem, my goal is to be number one!" Hedlund did not hide his sharpness, and then looked at Harry in surprise.

"Has your potion been made?"

Their hands froze, and Harry turned his head in surprise: "You know?"

"The hint given by Professor Snape is very obvious. It's a pity that your knowledge of this magic is a little low at your age." Hedlund smiled, and then said with relief:

"Although I don't know why you chose this magic, after all, in my opinion, its risks and benefits are completely disproportionate.

But I still wish you good luck.

Don't worry too much, the teachers must have known about it. If you have any questions, remember to consult the teachers, especially Professor McGonagall. She is one of the registered animagus. "

It seemed that he just knew that Harry was practicing Animagus.

"Thank you for your concern." Harry nodded.

Hedlund said no more and turned to Draco: "There is no problem with my father. Malfoy, you can start communicating with your father.

Also, I can write to your father if necessary. "

"Are you ready? Okay, I'll write to him when I get back." Draco nodded quickly. During this time, he was focusing on the duel competition. He almost forgot about the Muggle world and his party. , if Hedlund hadn't come, he probably wouldn't have remembered until after Easter.

Later, Hedlund also sat down and discussed the details of communication with Draco.

As an observer, Harry also sensed a difficult meaning.

Yes, it's difficult - it's a lot of trouble.

It's like going to the Muggle world.

Just traveling.

But what is difficult is not convincing the elders to worry about their children, but mainly the prejudice against the Muggle world.

Seems particularly troublesome.

This made Harry start to reflect on what he said and did last year. Well, he suddenly felt that he fired the map cannon a little too hard last year.

After all, this seems to be a large-scale environment and a deep-rooted ideological issue.

After dinner, Harry came behind the statue of the one-eyed witch. After looking around for no one, he waved his wand.

"Separation of left and right——"

Then, he jumped and fell into the tunnel.

Soon, a figure came to the Pig Head Bar. Aberforth cast a slightly surprised look, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, children's classes are so easy now!

"Welcome, what do you want to drink?" He said the welcome words dryly. Harry glanced around and saw that the eldest sister was not there and had gone somewhere.

There was an extra picture frame on the bar counter. Every time Mr. Aberforth turned his face, the corner of his eye would inevitably flash across it, as if he did not dare to look directly at the things in the picture.

"Can I borrow the fireplace?" Harry asked.

"It's up to you, a penny can make a handful of floo powder." Aberforth said, "You can only go to some public places. If you think randomly, you don't know where you will be directed."

"Oh, okay." Harry nodded repeatedly and took out three coins.

"Then I'll grab two more, just in case."

Aberforth smiled, took the coin, and then gestured for Harry to look at a small wooden bowl above the fireplace.

"Thank you." Harry froze his waist that was about to bow slightly, then nodded casually, turned and walked towards the fireplace.

He wasn't used to putting on a mask to deal with these things. Draco had been responsible for communication before.

When he came to the fireplace, he thought about the address he had obtained from Paul before, then grabbed two handfuls of Floo powder and swung it down.

"Diagon Alley!"

The next moment, green flames suddenly rose, and Harry felt as if his head was spinning, and his whole body seemed to be forcibly stuffed into a rubber hose.

Then, suddenly, he appeared in the Leaky Cauldron.

News always spreads extremely quickly among drinkers. As soon as they landed, they felt many visiting and appraising eyes.

A man wrapped in bandages looked up to the sky and sighed, and quickly shrank into the corner again.

He had been frightened in the Hog's Head.

Now that I ran here, I didn't expect to meet each other again.

Why is the whole world targeting me? !

But what made him relieved was that the other party didn't stay here for too long. He just looked around and then left.

After seeing the other party disappear into the bar, he sat upright again and showed disdain to the drinker next to him: "Stop looking, this guy is just pretending to be a ghost."

The next moment, the orange cat's head popped out from behind again, its eyes glowing red in the darkness, staring straight at him.

"When will you learn to speak normally? Do you need someone to pull out your tongue?"

"Someone has already pulled it out." Someone next to him laughed.

Harry glanced at the man, then walked to the bar and said concisely: "Bring me a bottle of wine, unopened, expensive."

I didn't intend to waste too much time here, so I turned around and left.

When he arrived at Diagon Alley, he kept walking towards the depths.

Most wizards have little need for housing, and the manor house left by their family is enough.

The wizarding village in Godric's Hollow, an unknown old country house, and a secluded mountain hut

However, despite this, with the arrival of Muggle wizards in the wizarding world every year, and the unique anti-Muggle thoughts in the wizarding world, most people will join the wizarding circle after graduation.

So there is still some demand for housing.

That's a small residential area at the back end of Diagon Alley.

131B Diagon Alley.

Harry's figure stopped here. This was a pointed hut that looked like wizard hats from a distance. Not counting the roof, there are only two floors.

Next to the street, there is an alley where garbage has been piled up for a long time, and rats can be vaguely seen scurrying around.

Apparently the streets here are poorly managed.

Then Harry grabbed the door knocker and knocked lightly.

Nothing happened.

Then, he knocked on the door louder.

After a moment, there was a sound of footsteps, followed by a clanging sound.

The door opened slowly.

A thin man with a beard, a greasy head, and a thin figure appeared in the door. He lowered his head and looked at the person outside the door with dull eyes.

"Looking for someone."

"Are you Demo Long?" Harry asked.

"Am I not you?" The other party looked impatient and seemed to want to smash the door.

Harry showed the wine in his hand, and then said: "Then I am indeed here to find you."

"Look for me." The Auror training he had participated in made him realize something was not right.

But soon, his mind was taken away by the wine in Harry's hand.

"Dragon blood rum?" As he spoke, he grabbed the bottle with one hand, licked his lips, and eagerly pointed the mouth of the bottle to his nose, sniffing vigorously.

Then, he looked satisfied.

He turned around and entered the house, followed closely by Harry.

Bang, bang, bang—

A wine bottle was kicked open, making a crisp crashing sound.

As soon as he walked in, Harry smelled the smell of alcohol.

It's not the aroma of wine, but a smell like bad wine that overflows.

So far, no one around Harry had drunk alcohol, otherwise, he would know what it tasted like.

Dimo came to the coffee table, kicked the wine bottle away, and sat on the dirty sofa. Then he opened a dinner plate with soup, grabbed the wand underneath, which was covered by plates, bones, and newspapers, and directly put it on the coffee table. The cork is uncorked.

He took a big sip, and flames suddenly spurted out from both ears. Only when the flames disappeared did he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Then he touched his ear with the wand, put down the wine bottle, picked up a piece of pizza that had solidified oil stains and was cold and hard, and put it to his mouth: "What do you want from me? Let me tell you first, I won't give you a sip of the wine!"

"You used to work in Azkaban?" Harry asked straight to the point.

"You know?" Dimo ​​looked him up and down, then leaned back on the blackened pillow indifferently: "Forget it, who doesn't know?"

"Someone in my family has committed a crime and is going to Azkaban. I'm looking for you to ask about the situation in Azkaban in detail." Harry said, pulling out a chair from the side and sitting across from Demo. .

This one looks cleaner.

"What? Have an idea?" Dimo ​​glanced at Harry disdainfully.

"You could be sentenced to Azkaban, and your family doesn't seem to have much energy." He chuckled and said, "What else is there to inquire about."

"hehe."

Harry leaned forward slightly: "Wherever there are people, there is business! There must be one in Azkaban too."

Demo's expression straightened slightly, and he looked Harry up and down.

"What do you want to ask?"

"They said you were disabled? But it seems to me that there is nothing wrong with you." Harry asked instead, "Why did you retire?"

"Is this what you want to ask?" Dimo ​​looked unhappy.

Harry looked at him indifferently: "The reason for your retirement may be the biggest risk in Azkaban - an uncontrollable risk that even the strikers have to bear."

"Tsk" he shook his head and drank another big mouthful of dragon blood rum. This time the flames spurted out from his nose. He kept rubbing his nose and then said: "What else could it be, those rags?" chant.

There was a fight between prisoners, and the inner layer arranged for me to deal with it. I had to go and then I was attacked by dementors. "

"Prisoners on the inner floor?" Harry asked.

"Otherwise." He looked at Harry: "You know a lot."

However, he did not dwell on this issue for too long, and instead said: "Actually, the prisoners on the inner floor are death row prisoners.

But our law does not have the death penalty, and we cannot allow them to fight each other to death. We, the strikers, must step in to stop them.

Damn, what a stupid fucking rule.

Instead of directly arranging the death penalty, we would have to let the dementors torture them, and we would have to risk our lives as strikers.

Is it because the higher-ups are worried about the so-called public sentiment that our lives are less valuable than those of those attackers? !

Damn it! Damn it! "

His mood suddenly rose, and Harry looked at the wine he gave him, wondering whether his move was right or wrong.

"It's because there are too many Holy Mothers in the Ministry of Magic now.

Those bastards, they just want to use favorable policies for death row prisoners to satisfy their hypocritical and disgusting kindness and to increase their political achievements.

But instead ignore those of us working on the front lines.

do you know? The retirement rate for hitters is no better than those damn inmates.

We are fucking prisoners, tied up with some money, like dogs! ! "

As he spoke, he raised the rum in his left hand, picked up the wand in his right hand and pointed it at Harry slightly: "What do you think of those Virgins?"

"Hypocrite." Harry nodded casually, not wanting to provoke the other party at this time.

"What do you think of this world?" As he spoke, there was madness in his eyes.

Harry glanced left and right.

Soon, he saw a pile of small bottles on a sideboard. They were not dirty, and they were full of thick liquid.

Now, he already knew where the guy's injury was.

But obviously, the other party did not take medicine.

However, this is exactly what he meant.

"Okay." Harry took a deep breath: "What do you want to do?"

"To be precise, what do you want to do?" He smiled: "You are not here for your family. You already know the difference between the inner and outer layers, and you can still find me.

You've obviously learned a lot about Azkaban, but you're not satisfied. Right. "

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth raised: "Come on, ask whatever you want. As long as you promise me, you will never do anything good."

"good."

Harry nodded and raised his hands: "I solemnly swear that I will never do anything good. If I break it, Merlin will leave me and make me a Muggle."

"Also, give me a few bottles of wine."

"Give him a few more bottles of wine." Harry agreed readily.

"Okay, just ask whatever you want to ask!" Dimo ​​leaned on the dirty sofa again.

"How can we rob the prison of Azkaban!" Harry said crisply.

"Where is Azkaban, how long will it take for the nearest reinforcements to arrive? What equipment are the strikers equipped with? What is the approximate flying speed of the Dementors, and what formations are there in Azkaban!"

"I want all this news!"

Dimo froze in place while drinking.