Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Something's wrong." Harry looked at Draco's twitching face and didn't know what he was thinking in his mind.

But it is true that even if he is not caught in the rain now, he will be soaked in the rain soon.

Afterwards, the three of them walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

At the same time, outside the Forbidden Forest, in the village of Hogsmeade.

The Pig's Head Bar has long since been renovated, and there is no longer the strong smell of sheep behind the house. Under the rain curtain, in the sheep pen, several lambs are curled up under the stone bricks, looking out.

A little lamb jumped in the rain, its little hooves stepping on the bricks.

Nagini hurriedly walked out of the room and hurriedly put away the hanging clothes.

The rain came a bit suddenly, and in the evening, the store started to get busy, so I forgot about it.

And in the store, on the second floor.

The two Dumbledores and Moon were having a discussion.

If you put your eyes on the table, you can see two glasses of wine and a glass of sugar water.

And - a painting.

Those are the three Dumbledores.

Ariana, have an idea!

And these two centenarians, who have no desires or desires, rarely feel a sense of need from someone they cherish!

Dumbledore looked at his sister in the painting with a complicated expression.

"You decide for yourself!" Aberforth turned his attention to Dumbledore.

"this…"

He was really hesitant.

The person in front of him was the pain he had buried in his heart.

"Agreed," Aberforth said again.

"Ariana needs friends."

Dumbledore was silent, his eyes not even daring to stay in the frame.

Aberforth looked at his brother's cowardly look and punched the table.

At the same time, thunder sounded.

Boom——

However, this was not very enlightening... at least, Aberforth's words were not shocking.

"Don't you even have the guts to look her in the eyes? You coward!!"

"You even dare to put Voldemort in the school, but you want to reject a painting?!"

"This painting is hanging here. How many times have you come to see her?!"

Dumbledore was silent. He was always good at arguing, and his rebuttal skills were unparalleled.

But at this time, I was speechless.

"Tsk..." Aberforth tutted disdainfully.

He once again expressed his disdain for his brother's attitude of facing him in silence.

"Brother, stop talking." Ariana said, with a smile still on her face and light dimples.

"I was the one who was abrupt," she said, "It would be best for me to stay with Brother Aberforth."

"I don't need it." Aberforth crossed his arms.

To him, this painting is not an indifferent magic painting, but he is here! For decades!

The only thing that kept him company was the goat and regret.

It's family!

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the opposite side again.

But to Albus, she...it was just a painting.

And it was at the moment Aberforth finished speaking that Dumbledore set his sights on the painting.

She had long golden curly hair, a faint smile, and held a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" in her hand.

In fact, what Aberforth said was true. He did understand his brother.

Dumbledore had always been disapproving of Aberforth's attitude towards the painting as Ariana.

The past is the past.

It doesn’t matter if you miss someone when you see something, or feel ashamed and regretful when faced with it.

Entrusting these emotions to a painting is undoubtedly an act of self-deception.

But when he saw those eyes, he suddenly... couldn't control himself...

"Arianna, how can I refuse you?" He had the same cheerful tone as usual.

"Brother, you agreed?!" Ariana laughed.

"Among the ten thousand cold words, I can't find any that are enough to face you." Dumbledore said.

Ariana in the painting was obviously very happy, her face was flushed, and she bowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Brother Albus, I will not tell anything about me.

Miss Sindel said that the gentlemen and ladies in those paintings like to inquire about gossip, so I will keep it secret. "

So...sensible.

Dumbledore's body suddenly froze, and the sugar water in his hand continued to tremble. Move slowly like a mouth.

Ariana was so—unfamiliar.

The centenarian kept muttering in his heart: "She is just a painting...a painting..."

However, after taking a sip of sugar water, he slowly spoke.

"Arianna, you don't need to be so reserved, you are free!"

Dumbledore didn't even know how he said this.

But when it appeared, he inexplicably felt that the stone in his heart became a little lighter.

Overflowing with a kind of self-deceiving beauty.

At this time, Nagini took back the cloth cover of the clothes that had been dried. She did not have a magic wand, but it was not difficult to dry some wet clothes with magic power. She walked up the stairs while dissipating heat.

"Nagini." Dumbledore nodded.

"Mr. Dumbledore!" Nagini responded quickly, a little nervous, unable to pick up or put the things in her hands.

"Don't be nervous. We're just here to ask about your body. Have you felt anything strange lately?"

Mu En straightened his body. The trivial matters in the Dumbledore family were over, and finally some topics that interested him came up.

After getting along with her for this period of time, he didn't think too highly of Nagini.

But it is no longer experimental material.

But a living person standing in front of him!

Nagini quickly put away the clothes, then nodded nervously: "Yes, sir. Recently... I seem to have some signs of relapse!"

"this…"

As he spoke, Nagini raised her lips, revealing her fangs.

Thin and pointed.

"Is this?!" Mu En stood up, walked straight forward, and pinched the girl's cheek with one hand.

The blue magic power soaked into the skin and continued to explore along the blood vessels.

After a moment, Mu En let go of her hand.

"The poison glands are already developing..."

Dumbledore also walked over seriously and looked at Nagini.

Then, he asked: "Girl, can you allow me to enter your consciousness?"

Then, as if he felt that this might be a bit presumptuous, he explained: "Look into the deep subconscious that you are not even aware of, so as to understand your current situation."

Logically speaking, Nagini had no reason to refuse.

She had been searched all over before.

Just like a doctor doesn't care about the patient's naked body, the patient will also maintain trust in the doctor.

But surprisingly, Nagini shook her head.

"Um... Mr. Dumbledore... okay, can you allow me to refuse?!"

Then, the girl turned her attention to Mu En.

"Sir, thank you for your hard work. I can't thank you enough and I can't repay you.

So, what I mean is... I don't dare to ask you to waste your precious time on me, a nobody. Don't worry about me anymore.

I am grateful enough to have such a clear life! "