Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Monday, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

As the school bell rang, the last few children rushed into the classroom, quickly wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and found a place to sit down.

With the passage of time, the number of Defense Against the Dark Arts students has gradually decreased, and there may only be three or two students in each class.

So the whole classroom seems much more spacious.

Mu En opened the door of the office and stood on the steps in front of the classroom, leaning on the handrail.

"Where's Mr. Ron Weasley?" he asked.

"Professor, Ron is sick and is in the school infirmary now." Neville raised his hand and replied. The boy spoke in a loud and candid voice, and he was gradually becoming a completely different person from before.

"Okay." Mu En nodded and walked slowly down the stairs.

After becoming a professor for a while, he gradually discovered some interesting places in Hogwarts.

For example, Madam Pomfrey is surprisingly strict with patients.

On the one hand, it is out of concern for the children's condition, and on the other hand - it also makes the children choose the latter between the infirmary and the classroom.

Except for Snape's classes, of course.

"Then let's start the class, but before that, I want to randomly check whether you have enough mastery of the magic spells learned in the first two classes, then Mr. Seamus Finnigan-"

Soon it was time for get out of class to end. Mu En put away her wand and waved her robe: "Okay, today's class ends here. The next class will be a practical class. Remember to preview the spells in advance. But if you leave the lounge It's not my fault if you get burned. Besides, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger stay."

Soon, the little wizards rushed out of the classroom, leaving only two people in the classroom.

"There is nothing else for you to stay here. The Vulcan Curse about you and Miss Luna has been reviewed and will be displayed at the exhibition. You can pay attention to it."

Hearing this answer, Harry breathed a long sigh of relief: "Excellent good news, Professor, is there anything else that needs to be modified about the spell?"

"That's almost your limit. I personally made some modifications to one detail and two text expressions. It's a very minor change, so don't worry about it."

As he spoke, he raised his head and said, "I hope you both can successfully learn this spell. This spell will have a great impact in the future, including but not limited to becoming one of your future studies at school."

"I can barely release it." Harry nodded repeatedly.

"That's good. If there's nothing else, let's go out first. Christmas is coming soon." Mu En nodded.

"Goodbye, Professor." Harry and Hermione nodded repeatedly and walked out of the classroom.

"Why did the professor ask you to stay?" As soon as he came out, Neville's voice rang in his ears. He had been waiting outside the door and did not leave.

"Um, it's nothing." Harry scratched his head: "Neville, are you okay?"

"Me? I'm waiting for you. I want to ask you if you want to see Ron." Neville quickly stated his intention.

"Okay." Harry nodded. In fact, he didn't really want to go. Although his relationship with Ron had been linked to many things, the relationship between Harry and him was still not that deep. They were only half friends. ? maybe.

It's just that Neville asked it all over his face, and the infirmary is not far from here, it's all on the second floor.

"Let's go," Harry said, walking towards the infirmary with Neville and Hermione.

As soon as they arrived at the infirmary, they saw Seamus and Dean coming out. They looked at Harry and the others in a low voice and said, "You'd better stay away from him. He has a serious fever. He probably had a fever yesterday." Go to Hogsmeade and get cold, don’t get infected.”

"Okay." Harry nodded, and then walked inside with Neville and the others.

Madam Pomfrey was very dissatisfied with their arrival, but considering that there weren't many patients recently, she let them in.

In a bed separated by a white bed curtain, Ron's ears were smoking, his whole face was red, and he was lying on the bed with his eyes half open.

"Neville and Harry, you are here." Ron said weakly: "Thank you for coming to see me."

"It's nothing serious, right?" Harry said dryly. He really didn't know what to say to someone he didn't have a close relationship with at this time.

"It's okay, I guess I was hit by the wind yesterday. I should be able to leave the hospital in two or three days." The corner of Ron's mouth raised: "It's a trivial matter."

"That's good, you have a good rest." Neville nodded seriously.

"I can lend you my notes," Hermione said. "You don't have to worry about falling behind in class - you will worry about it, right?"

"Uh." Ron's face showed just the right amount of embarrassment, and then he had no choice but to say: "Yes. Thanks, Hermione."

As he said that, he took Hermione's notebook, which was the notes from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just now.

"Thank you." Ron nodded: "Is there anything else? I don't recommend that you stay here any longer. If you catch a cold from me, you will definitely regret it."

"Okay, let's go first." Harry nodded, and after a few words of conversation, he left the infirmary with Neville and Hermione.

Watching their figures disappear, Ron managed to pull the curtain open, then opened his quill and notebook, and began to copy Hermione's notes.

"This word is really ugly." Only when he saw the handwriting on his notebook, some rather abrupt expressions appeared on his face.

As time gradually passed, he finally became more proficient in his 'own' notes.

Then he met one of his sisters and two brothers, using his illness and weakness as a mask in front of his closest family members.

Soon, the day passed by.

The next day in the infirmary was the same, except in the morning when he got up and carefully observed Harry and his group's morning exercises outside the window.

On the night of the third day, he finally walked out of the school infirmary and returned to the lounge. I began to gradually resume my communication with the outside world, and basically became 'Ron' myself.

And also learned more about the current ecology of Hogwarts.

Apart from getting up in the middle of the night to fiddle with my suitcase, I didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

On the morning of the fourth day, he had prepared early and followed Neville outside the castle.

He blew out a breath of cold air into the air, looked at the still darkened sky, and then turned his attention to the young people gathered here.

To be honest, he thought what these brats did was really stupid.

What's the point?

"Run." Neville patted him on the shoulder: "You will feel less cold if you run, otherwise you will still catch a cold."

"Okay." He nodded repeatedly, and then followed the footsteps of the large army.

Along the way, he kept looking at the figure running at the front.

Harry Potter.

That was a man of the hour on campus.

'You joining Slytherin is simply a disgrace to Slytherin -' Ron thought bitterly in his heart.

After a while of morning practice, Ron looked at the students resting around him and knew that it was time for sparring.

He stepped out first, glanced around uncertainly, and then looked at Harry.

"Harry, can you practice with me for a while?"

"Okay" Harry nodded, then suddenly turned to look at Ron, pointing a finger at himself: "Wait, are you talking about me?"

Draco looked at Astoria aside and said unabashedly: "It seems like his head is burned out."

"Mr. Malfoy," Astoria's face, which was already red from morning exercise, turned even redder: "Mr. Weasley can hear it," she said in a whisper.

'I don't care if he can hear it,' Draco thought.

"Yes, you." Ron nodded calmly, with some doubts in his heart: 'Why is he looking like this? ’

Then, he thought about how he had never seen anyone challenge Harry Potter in the infirmary in the past few days.

Is it because it's too weak?

But Ron remembered that Harry's grades seemed to be very good.

"Okay." Harry nodded, interrupting Ron's random thoughts: "Then let's practice."

"Okay." Ron nodded: "You don't have to hold back."

"Really?" Harry looked at Ron suspiciously again.

"How can a third-grade kid talk so much? If I weren't worried that this was a school, I would have to show you what a curse is."

Thinking about it, Ron had already begun to calculate how much force he should use. After all, he just wanted some of Harry's blood.

Don't want to hurt the other person too badly.

"Okay, let's get started." Harry nodded and turned his back to Ron.

"I'll just say his brain is burned out." Draco said unabashedly.

Then, a biting coldness inexplicably invaded his body. He turned around and looked around, but he couldn't find the source of the coldness.

"It's strange." He wrapped himself in a robe and looked at Astoria: "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold." Astoria whispered, "It's white, it's a winter animal."

"Okay." Draco nodded helplessly and focused on the duel between Harry and Ron.

Soon, with the sound of stones falling on the brick corridor of the castle nearby, the two people turned around suddenly.

"Expelliarmus—"

The next moment, Ron flew out upside down.

Looking at the feet that had left the ground and the wand flying high in the air that appeared in his field of vision, Ron was a little stunned in his eyes.

"Eh?!"

The next moment, his whole body fell into a thick snowdrift.

"Ron!" "Harry!"

Sounds appeared one after another.

"Ron, are you okay?" Neville ran over.

Hermione looked at Harry helplessly and whispered: "Harry, you obviously know that."

As she said this, she sighed helplessly.

She knew that Harry's proficiency in disarming spells was average, and he didn't choose an offensive spell. If there was anything he really used his full strength just now, it was probably the moment the game was officially announced. casting reaction.

Draco laughed without hesitation.

"Is everything okay?"

Ron opened his eyes drowsily, and then saw the people surrounding him.

"Pfft." Draco couldn't hold it back again.

Ron's body froze for a moment, and then quickly returned to his normal appearance. He smiled bitterly and said, "Harry, you are really... okay, I admit that I burned my head."

"No, it's just good luck, and you've just recovered from a serious illness." Harry pulled him up.

Looking at Harry's exposed wrist, Ron even wanted to cut his wrist directly, make an incision, take the blood and run away.

No, hold it back. Don't ruin the master's important event.

"I'm fine, you don't have to look at me like this." After being helped up, he waved his hands one after another: "Really, I'm fine, oh. Okay, let me rest. By the way, Neville, this morning's What is the lesson?”

"There is no class this morning..." Neville said awkwardly.

"Okay, it seems I have to go back and take a nap first..." Ron released his hand supporting Neville.

Ron, who returned to the castle under the sickening concerned eyes of all the brats, came to a corner, then suddenly covered his stomach and his whole face twisted.

"Damn it Merlin. Is this third year?"

Then, he took out a water glass and took a long sip. After the disgusting smell in his mouth dispersed some of the pain in his internal organs, he felt a little better.

"Potter, I am unlucky this time," he said bitterly.

"Classmate, what's wrong with you?" A playful voice sounded in Ron's ear.

"No, it's nothing." Ron turned to look at the picture on the wall behind him and stood up.

Then, his eyes suddenly froze.

When he comes to this school, he has many things to do.

The Anglo-Greek Expo is, Harry's blood is, and there's one more - Moon Jones!

The master only asked him to observe this man more and try to find his weak points.

It seems that in the master's words, there is a strong fear of this person.

A deeper fear than Dumbledore - in the words of the master, Dumbledore is a principled person and a good person, with all methods of restraint.

But Moon Jones is different. This guy must be vigilant.

So after coming here, including when he was still in Hogsmeade, he had been collecting information about Moon Jones intentionally or unintentionally.

Cat head, powerful, influencing and changing the world intentionally or unintentionally - the reason is unknown.

There is a talking fire in the office, just like the Sorting Hat in Dumbledore's office, and a henchman, which is a painting of a girl.

It must be said that ‘Ron’ is extremely good at gathering information.

At this moment, when he saw the woman in the painting who spoke just now, he immediately understood the information.

"Are you Miss Sindel?" he asked.

"I think you are a Weasley child." Sindel responded with a smile.

"Yes, how do you know?"

"All the Weasley children have red hair. This is the most outstanding feature of your family." Sindel replied: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Wait!" Ron suddenly spoke, his face full of confusion, like a curious child.

"Miss Sindel, how can you remember so many things as a painting? Logically speaking, you should not be able to remember things in the outside world, especially trivial things like the Weasley family's red hair."