Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Tuesday, Hogwarts underground in the morning.

"Why are you so sleepy?" Harry glanced at Draco, who had yawned six times since they walked out of the lounge.

"A little... ah... not used to coming here!" He squinted his eyes.

"My father doesn't let me stay in the study all day long, and he no longer forces me to get up early in the morning, so this holiday is, how can I say, very relaxing and boring." He said with some embarrassment.

"So you basically sleep in every day?"

"You can't say that." Draco shook his head: "Sometimes I wake up earlier than the sun."

"Is it because you went to bed early the night before?"

"Yeah." Draco didn't expect that the second half of what he didn't say would be pointed out by Harry, and he nodded awkwardly.

Finally, he added: "If you have some brains, you can guess this."

"Haha." Harry smiled: "Just don't let others surpass you in the end."

"I also want to give you this sentence." Draco said with a sinister smile:

"I learned new dueling techniques from Doctor Octopus after watching Spider-Man yesterday. I'm just saying - good luck!"

With that said, the four of them had already walked up to the first floor, and happened to meet Neville walking down. Behind him, there were two of his friends.

Ron and Seamus.

Not too unfamiliar.

"Harry, they said they wanted to come to morning exercises with me." Neville said a little embarrassed.

"Okay." Harry nodded. These things were irrelevant, and Ron had mentioned this matter when they met at the funeral.

Ron and Seamus looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.

Just as they asked during the competition last semester, Neville suddenly became extremely strong.

I think it must have something to do with their morning exercises.

Especially Ron, who was the only Weasley who didn't place in the competition last term.

Fred George teased him about it.

He is full of energy this year.

But soon, the two little wizards discovered that they were wrong.

There are no weird secrets, no magical training.

If there was anything special about it, it was a series of magical moves the two of them had never seen before.

After asking, I learned that it was called a "warm-up move."

Prevent injuries during morning exercises.

Reluctantly following Harry and the others, Ron ran down, holding his hands on his knees and panting: "Is this of any use in a duel?"

"I can beat you up easily now, that's what it does." Draco stood aside, rubbing his wrist.

He thought he was going to take the test today. After not doing much during the holiday, he was afraid that he would be the last.

Unexpectedly, not only did I fall behind in my homework, but there was also someone else at the bottom.

Ron was very dissatisfied with Draco's words, especially the expression on his face.

"You can?" He stood up unyieldingly.

Draco shrugged.

"Try?"

Ron was startled by these words, and then looked at Neville and Harry. But Harry nodded: "Well, there is such an activity every morning, and it ends as soon as the time comes. It doesn't count as a school fight."

He understood Ron's emotions very well, and it was almost impossible for a normal person to have smooth communication with Draco for the first time.

"Come here." Ron held his head high.

"Neville, let's practice some practice later?" Harry said instead.

"Neville?"

"Ah, okay." Neville came to his senses immediately.

Seamus, whose body was even smaller than the other Ron's, sat on the steps aside. Not far away from him were two chubby little guys who were resting.

It's not the case anymore, but Seamus and the others still call Crabbe and Goyle "fatty" in Gryffindor.

"Why don't you give it a try?" came a voice.

Simo turned his head. He didn't expect these two guys to take the initiative to talk to him.

"Aren't you going to fight?"

Crabgoyle looked at each other, then smiled and said, "We fight occasionally."

"It's boring. The curse hits you, but it hurts."

"And we can't beat them." Crabbe said without any secret, with a smile on his face.

"Is that so?" Simo had a better understanding of this small morning exercise group: "I thought there were some hard and fast rules, such as what everyone must do every day."

"There is no such thing." Gao Er rarely felt that he was very 'knowledgeable', and immediately took the initiative to explain: "There are no rules. We just made an appointment to do morning exercises together. Everyone came on their own initiative, so naturally There won’t be any rules.”

Just as he was talking, the duel between Ron and Draco began.

Seeing the falling stones about to make a crisp sound on the stone steps, his heart suddenly tightened and he didn't even know what spell to cast.

boom--

The next moment, Draco's robes fluttered like tentacles, two downwards, supporting himself tremblingly.

Then, he almost staggered. It immediately made him feel bad.

Then, he quickly looked at Weasley, and what surprised him was that the guy was still chanting the curse slowly.

The next moment, two more tentacles made of robes were stuck in the soil. A total of three tentacles supported him.

Harry looked a little weird.

This guy... seems to really like Doctor Octopus.

He also thought that Draco would like guys like Iron Man or Batman. After all, from Draco's point of view, those rich second generations had the best sense of empathy for him.

Draco didn't know what Harry was thinking, otherwise he would definitely ask, who is Iron Man?

There weren't many Iron Man pictures in the book Harry gave him.

Because Harry likes Spider-Man, whether it is from experience or something else, every time Harry sees Peter Parker's story, he can't help but become involved in it.

Of course, that was in the past. At that time, when he wanted to see these comic books, he had to look at the opportunity and mood, Dudley's mood, and whether Dudley would give him a chance.

"Collapsed——"

At this time, Ron finally cast his first spell.

Draco nimbly dodged his curse in mid-air, and then triumphantly and arrogantly used the other tentacles of his robe to grab Ron.

A moment later, Ron was caught by Draco's claws and hung upside down.

"It's okay to hit you." Draco raised the corner of his mouth.

"Stop talking about what you have and what you don't have, and do it quickly." Harry couldn't help but remind him aloud.

Draco shrugged and put the other man down.

"He talks a lot," Harry said, then turned to look at Neville and frowned.

"Neville, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah?" Neville shook his head: "Nothing."

Harry tilted his head. The green pupils under his glasses seemed to have some magic power. After a moment, he said hesitantly: "You are not still thinking about yesterday's Divination class."

"Ah?" A trace of panic flashed across Neville's face, and then he shook his head quickly: "No, no, how could it be?"

"She is a lunatic than Den. You can tell by the way she pretends to be a fool." Draco sneered and said, "If you believe it, then you are a fool."

"No, I don't take it to heart." Neville said, then looked at Harry: "Harry, let's do it."

On the way back, Draco also noticed Neville's dazed look before and couldn't help but said, "Is he really thinking about what happened yesterday?"

"What on earth is going on?" Crabbe was confused.

"It was the Divination class yesterday morning." Harry explained: "Remember that professor? Trelawney."

"Of course I remember." Goyle nodded. He had formed a team with Crabbe yesterday. When the teacher first came out, he looked like a big glowing insect.

They couldn't forget the professor. It was so strange. She was very thin, and her big glasses magnified her eyes several times. She was wearing a thin and transparent gauze-like sparkling shawl, and there were countless strings hanging on her slender neck. Necklaces and beads, bracelets and rings on both arms and hands.

There was also that classroom, which was depressingly warm in the summer. The fireplace was filled with firewood, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so the flames gave off a dull, greasy fragrance. The circular walls were lined with shelves filled with dusty feather ornaments, candle holders, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a host of tea sets.

They were about to faint from the heat, and they felt that there was something wrong with the teacher's brain, so the two guys started to wander in front of the teacup.

It was Draco and Neville's team, so when they asked this question, they looked at Draco first.

Draco's face was full of disdain: "That lunatic first pointed at Neville and asked how his grandma was doing.

Neville then replied to him 'I guess so'. As a result, guess what, she said to Neville: 'I wouldn't think so if I were you'. "

"That's true..." Harry also felt a little nervous.

Talking about other people's elders when you first meet them, whether it's to show off or something, is not a very good move.

"You think so, right? If someone said that about my parents, I would definitely scold them and ask my father to write to Dumbledore.

If you can't deal with Principal Dumbledore, can't you deal with her? "

Harry made no comment on Draco's words.

"Of course, he may not be able to do it. He probably knows who our parents are. The wizarding world is only so big." Draco continued.

"I guess she looked like a lunatic in the beginning, just trying to pick weak spots to build her own prestige.

Very good, Neville was on her list of soft persimmons, and that's what happened next! "

"What's behind?" Gore asked impatiently.

Draco continued...

It turns out that yesterday morning, after Professor Trelawney set up a character who really had the power of divination, she started letting the students look at tea leaves.

"Open your mind, my dear, and let your eyes go beyond worldly things!" Professor Trelawney called from the darkness.

Draco opened the book boredly and held the cup casually.

"Hmm... That's right, you scumbag who looks like a crown... you will be a minister in the future."

Neville was looking at the book carefully, his eyes intertwined between the book and the bottom of the cup.

"Hmm... It looks a bit like coiled snakes... No, it also looks a bit like feces."

"Tell me what I've chosen." Draco knocked the cup on the low table unhappily, making a clanging sound.

"But there are no good ones."

"The snake one is very good, I am Slytherin! Slytherin!!" Draco rolled his eyes, facing Neville, he did not dare to say anything too serious.

Just as he was shouting, Professor Trelawney turned around quickly.

"Let me see, darling," she said to Draco unhappily, walking over quickly and grabbing the teacup from his hand.

Suddenly, everyone fell silent and stared at each other. They had been frightened by this professor before.

Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup and turned it counterclockwise.

"Skull...honey, you have a mortal enemy!!"

Suddenly, the breathing in the classroom became heavy.

"There was an attack. Honey, honey, this is not a lucky cup, and it has nothing to do with the Minister or anything..."

"Maybe." Draco spread his hands and said nonchalantly.

"Skull, the future is in danger, dear..." Everyone stared at Professor Trelawney in stunned silence. She turned the tea cup one last time, gasped, and then suddenly backed away and screamed.

Professor Trelawney sat down in an empty armchair

Her glowing hand touched her heart, her eyes closed. "My dear child, my poor, dear child, no, why not say it? Don't ask me..."

"What's the matter, Professor?" Ron asked, standing up from the side. Neville's face turned pale.

Everyone stood up and slowly gathered around their table, closer to Professor Trelawney's armchair to get a better look at Harry's teacup.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney's big eyes opened dramatically, and her lips trembled as she looked at Neville: "You are in trouble."

"Professor, what is unknown?" Hermione was a little unhappy, and Harry looked at her in surprise. This was a rare attitude she showed to a professor.

But soon, Harry understood why Hermione was acting like this.

The mysterious and vague language was aimed at the child and her friends.

This serious little witch found it hard to accept.

"'Unknown' means 'unknown'. A monster got out of trouble not long ago. This is a bad omen, a bad omen of death, the worst omen!" Trelawney said.

"Neville has no enemies," Hermione said.

"Yes!" Trelawney vowed, looking Hermione up and down: "My child, your 'field of vision' is very shallow. I'm sorry, don't be upset, but your resonance with the future is indeed not high."

"I only care about the present." Hermione twitched the corners of her mouth in displeasure.

After listening to Draco's story, Crabbe and Goyle nodded: "No wonder Professor McGonagall asked us yesterday, 'Whose death did she predict?', and we spent a long time talking about this!"

"So you two didn't even listen to Professor McGonagall's class?" Draco looked at the two of them in surprise.

You are very brave. Professor McGonagall is more terrifying than any omen of death.

Soon, after washing up, it happened to be breakfast time.

The dusty barn owl came to Harry's sky with a copy of the Daily Prophet, and then dropped the newspaper heavily.

He raised his hand and the newspaper flew into his hand.

Opening it, the first page is a series of huge titles.

"Shocked! Barty Crouch family - twelve years of blood, tears and sin!!"