Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 230 Maggie’s Dog——Barking

Harry took the letter and looked at the front of the letter. There was a tulip emblem in the vermilion paint. After searching in his mind for a moment, he determined the origin of the emblem.

The Hedlund family!

Turning to the back, you can see a line of majestic and standard handwriting.

Mr. Moon Jones, No. 13, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"Huh." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the previous agreement with Draco Hedlund and others, which finally cleared up some of the bad mood at the Dursley's house.

Back in the living room, Harry looked at the fireplace again: "Mr. Lucifer, it's a letter from Uncle Moon."

Lucifer nodded and then disappeared.

After a moment, he jumped out of the flames again and said: "He has time now, let's go down."

"Okay, please, Mr. Lucifer." Harry nodded and walked towards the basement.

Basement, study.

When Harry came to the door, he could vaguely hear the roar of wild beasts. With some doubts, he was about to knock on the door when he heard Mu En's voice coming from inside.

"come in."

Harry pushed the door open and entered, and what he saw was Moon standing on the ground, looking down, holding silver chalk in his fingers, drawing a formation.

The area of ​​the study room has been expanded, and the surrounding walls are connected with complex patterns, enlarging the entire room.

Next to the magic circle, there is a long table. In addition to the messy books and notebooks, there is also an iron cage.

In the cage, there is an Inferi with white skin, large areas of ulcers, and sharp teeth that are constantly biting the iron cage.

"Very energetic, right?" Mu En raised her hand, and the silver chalk on the floor floated to the table.

And on the surrounding ground, as long as you look carefully, you can see various traces.

There were scattered silver powder, traces of burning flames, and a lot of crumpled kraft paper in the corners.

In fact, through these traces, Harry saw Moon sitting here alone, calculating formations at the table, overturning the research again and again, crumpling the calculations into a ball, and throwing them behind his head.

"I heard there is a letter from me?" Mu En sat down and poured himself a cup of energy potion.

Harry nodded and quickly sent the letter to Moon.

Mu En took the letter, unfolded it, and saw the content above.

"Dear Professor Jones

Is the holiday going well? I don’t know if I’m bothering you if I send you this letter.

Regarding my intention to go to school in the Muggle world, to this day, I have encountered some troubles due to some problems in information circulation.

The letter is brief and difficult to describe in detail.

I wonder if I can come and visit at the end of July to inquire about related matters.

If allowed, please write back to me and inform me of the time. If it is not convenient, just treat it as a passing thing.

Your student, Hells Hedlund.

Looking forward to hearing from you. "

Mu En read the letter, put it on the table, and then turned his attention back to the little corpse.

"By the way, are you planning to go to London with Hedlund and Draco in a while?"

"Yes." Harry nodded quickly: "At the end of July, there is also Neville. He is not sure yet. At the end of the semester, he said he would ask Mrs. Longbottom if she agrees, but he has not sent me the mail yet. Letter. I will write him a letter soon to confirm."

"Okay." Mu En nodded, then put down the tea cup.

"You write a letter back to Hedlund and ask him to come over anytime he has time at the end of July."

"OK."

Then he looked at the little inferi. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked his doubts: "Uncle Mu En, is there anything special about this inferi?"

"Nothing special." Mu En looked at the ugly little guy on the table.

"If anything, as an Inferi, he still has a whole family of father, mother, brothers and sisters."

"Huh?" Harry didn't react. The Inferi was in fifth grade, and he had gained some relevant knowledge from reading books.

He remembered that this thing had no ability to reproduce.

"Yes, the Inferi have no ability to reproduce." Moon nodded, as if he already knew what Harry was thinking.

"so."

"So his whole family was made into inferi." Mu En nodded and continued: "It was the person you thought did it."

"Beast!" Harry said the word neatly with a dull expression on his face.

"I'm glad you have such an opinion." Mu En smiled and then waved his hand: "Okay, you can go out first. I will study how to free him and them."

"Uncle Mu En, can they still be saved?"

"No more." Mu En shook his head: "The refining of the Yin Corpse is not undead magic.

It is a kind of 'blasphemy' to life and soul through the combination of curses and spells.

All I can do is try to restore them to their original state, and then kill them to give them soul-level relief. "

Harry froze on the spot, then nodded stiffly and took a deep breath.

"Then I won't bother you."

After that, he quietly exited the study and closed the door gently.

When Harry walked out of the study, he completely forgot what he was thinking about at the beginning. It was not until he finished writing the letters to Hedlund and Neville that he remembered that when he first went to the underground study, he should also ask Uncle Moon Here comes the night off.

Then he shook his head. He shouldn't waste any more time on such a trivial matter at that time.

He then informed Lucifer about this.

Lucifer nodded and waved his little flame hand casually.

"Go ahead, go ahead, it's no big deal."

"Thank you, Mr. Lucifer." Harry nodded, then returned to his room on the second floor and continued to study and practice the portal.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the horizon turned orange-red. Harry wished that this moment could come later, but unfortunately, time does not understand these things.

Thinking about it, he took out the citrine pendant again and wanted to do some divination.

But after a while, he put it back in the cabinet.

Even if you have to do divination for this, then you are too weak!

Thinking about it, he stood up directly, went downstairs, said goodbye to Lucifer and Meteor, and left Moonlight Castle.

No. 4 Privet Drive, as soon as Harry walked into the garden, he heard the barking of a dog from the house.

Dong dong dong——

After a while, the door opened, and Aunt Petunia's thin face suddenly changed color when she saw that it was him.

"It's finally here. I thought I was going to invite you."

Harry nodded silently and walked into the room.

"Penny, who's here?" A high but hoarse voice came from the living room.

"Who else could it be?" Penny shrugged pretending to be relaxed and returned to the kitchen: "Wait a moment, tonight's meal will be ready soon."

"Oh, I know." That ugly voice sounded again.

Harry walked to the living room and saw the person who made the sound.

She had almost the same face as Vernon, a big, thick, purple face, and even a mustache. She was slightly smaller than Uncle Vernon and not as heavy.

This is Maggie.

And on her broad knees, there lay a dog with the same rolling eyes. Harry didn't know what breed it was, but he knew that the dog was very annoying and would bite him every time he saw it.

It looks like it will be the same today.

As soon as the puppy saw Harry, he jumped off Maggie's lap and ran towards Harry, barking wildly.

"Woof - woof woof!"

"Quiet." Harry didn't even look, just sitting on the side of the empty sofa.

"You're still so annoying, aren't you."

Harry looked at Maggie's fat face, took a deep breath, then spread his hands and said nothing.

"Answer me? Mute?!" Maggie looked at him unhappily.

"Yes." Harry nodded helplessly, let him go with some verbal disputes.

"Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful tone."

Aunt Maggie snarled, "Vernon and Petunia were so kind to them for taking you in. What if I didn't? If someone had dropped you off at my front door, you would have gone straight to the orphanage." .”

"Woof - woof woof!"

Harry nodded in agreement with these words: "Indeed, if I weren't here, there wouldn't be today."

He is not grateful for the hardships he suffered, but he remembers the kindness of his upbringing, not to mention the bullying he suffered, which allowed him to enter No. 13 Privet Drive by mistake, and made him what he is today.

So – yes, I’m glad I’m here!

"Don't fake that smile at me!" Aunt Maggie rumbled. "I can tell you haven't improved much since the last time I saw you. I wish the school could force you to learn some manners." She swallowed. He took a sip of tea, wiped her mustache, and said, "Vernon, I forgot again, where did you send him?"

"St. Bruce," Uncle Vernon said immediately. "That's a first-rate institution for hopeless souls."

"I understand." Aunt Maggie nodded with satisfaction: "Boy, do people in St. Bruce use canes?" She asked Harry angrily across the coffee table.

"Woof - woof woof!"

"Shut up." Harry lowered his head and looked at the barking dog at his feet.

Suddenly, an inexplicable pressure suddenly stopped its throat, preventing it from making any more noise.

Although this idea of ​​using strength as a criterion is somewhat inconsistent with his values, Harry has to admit that only small dogs are the loudest. The really dangerous big dogs are either very quiet and afraid of hurting themselves. to others. Or he is like a lurking hunter, never showing his desire to attack.

"Lipi!" Maggie clapped her hands: "You bastard, if you hurt it, I'll kill you!"

Harry took one look at the puppy and felt that he could twist it into a patty without having to cast any spells.

Sure enough...stress can lead to violence...Harry shook his head helplessly.

But now, he didn't want to curb his thoughts.

This is his only way out of this annoying space.

"That's great," said Aunt Marge, "I don't want to listen to all those squawking, empty nonsense about not hitting people who deserve to be hit. Nine times out of ten, those people need a good beating. Dun. Do you get beaten often?"

"Oh, yes," Harry said, "I do it all the time. I've been doing it basically every day this semester!"

Aunt Maggie narrowed her eyes.

"I still don't like the way you talk, kid," she said.

"If you can talk about your beatings in such a casual tone, then they obviously didn't hit you hard enough. Vernon, if I were you, I would write a letter to the school and make it clear that you agree to this Brat uses extreme force."

"hehe…"

"Wait, what was that-" Maggie's eyes narrowed.

"Okay, everything is ready, come here!" Penny walked out of the kitchen carrying a pot of golden and crispy roast chicken.

"Well, Maggie, you sit down first, and I'll get my bottle of wine, the one I got for Dudley's fifth birthday." Vernon also quickly changed the subject.

Soon, there was no one else in the living room.

Dudley walked over quickly and stuffed a twenty pound card over him.

"Think of other things, just treat it as business." Dudley whispered, "This is her reward."

"No need." Harry smiled and rejected Dudley's little move: "She gave it to you, right?"

Dudley nodded.

"Keep it." Harry patted Dudley on the back: "For now, I don't care, it's just lip service."

"this…"

Dudley hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Then he quickly left the living room without staying long.

At the dinner table, Harry had forgotten how long ago it was the last time he was here.

In fact, since he went to Hogwarts, until now.

Whenever there was a conflict, he would tell himself—wasn’t he little before, sitting on this baby stool, waiting to be fed by Aunt Petunia.

When I had a diaper in my pants before, had Aunt Petunia scolded me while changing her diaper?

He didn't want to be a good person, but he couldn't be a petty person, and he couldn't let the beast named anger in his heart run wild.

At least he has restricted himself like this for the past two years.

So like he said to Dudley - it's okay, it's really okay.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't hit the bottom line, he can accept it.

Even at the dinner table, Maggie did not stop her attack on Harry.

At the same time, she would praise Dudley, and then look directly at Harry with her little eyes, as if she took great pleasure in doing this, as if she was challenging Harry to see if he dared to ask why he couldn't get one. A little nice word.

At the same time, she keeps giving insidious hints about why Harry has become such an ungrateful person.

Harry just looked at the pudding in his hand and quietly divided it into them.

After a rest, Maggie drank the last sip of wine, then moistened her throat and began her spiel: "You must not condemn yourself for being like this, Vernon."

"If something is rotten in your bones, there's nothing anyone can do about it."

'It seems that I can go to Hogsmeade next semester. It should be no problem to ask Uncle Moon to sign. If not, I will go to Sirius. ’ Harry thought to himself.

Maggie stood up and reached for her bottle of wine.

"That's a basic rule of breeding," she said. "You see it's always been like this with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there's got to be something wrong with the puppy!"

"Shut up."

Suddenly, she became quiet.

Then, a satisfied smile appeared on his fat face.

Because opposite her, the "bastard" who had always been like a coward, finally raised his head.

"What did you just say? How dare you-"

Harry tilted his head and his neck snapped twice.

"I say, shut that fucking mouth of yours!"