Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On the stairs from the second floor to the third floor of the exhibition hall, there was a slight sound of footsteps on the white marble.

Ron's voice sounded, and he asked: "Are there any other insurance measures on the Philosopher's Stone?"

"No." Sindel replied: "The Philosopher's Stone will be placed in the exhibition hall before the opening of the exhibition hall every morning, and finally Mr. Dumbledore will take it back when the exhibition hall closes at night."

"Yes, yes." Ron licked his dry lips under the invisibility cloak: "I know all this, only at noon, right, noon is the best opportunity."

"If there are no Aurors here, yes." Sindel replied.

"Okay, shut up." Ron said, holding the painting and walking towards the NL\u0026AD exhibition hall on the third floor.

Soon, he came to the glass cabinet of the Philosopher's Stone.

Even if it was just placed in this cabinet, he could clearly see the glittering brilliance of the blood-colored gem, and gave unparalleled praise for it.

Immortality, no one does not desire this.

Even though it has side effects, when it appears in front of him, he can't hide his excitement.

At the same time, he can't help but imagine how his master will return to this world with a high and perfect attitude when he gets him.

At that time, no matter who it is, no one can stop the master's great cause.

At that time, wizards will become a supreme race above Muggles.

Then, he shook his head and stopped immersing himself in his wonderful vision of the future. Instead, he took out his wand and started working.

There are three kinds of spells on the display case of the Philosopher's Stone.

One is the magic lock, which is responsible for opening and closing magic, the second is a powerful protection spell, and the third is the alarm spell.

When the first two spells are touched, the alarm spell will be connected, and the news of the theft of the Philosopher's Stone display case will be conveyed to the caster.

There is no doubt that the destination of this transmission is either Dumbledore or Moon Jones.

Little Barty does not intend to put much effort into the alarm spell.

In fact, Sindel provides him with a lot of things.

According to her, Dumbledore and Jones had spent some time in Jones' office to discuss the security of the Philosopher's Stone.

She heard all of this and then conveyed it to Little Barty intact.

So now all he had to do was take out the things here.

Sharp magic power surged from the tip of the wand and began to probe the Philosopher's Stone display case.

Then he gathered his mind and tried the display case little by little.

At this moment, two footsteps suddenly appeared.

Ron was quick and pulled the invisibility cloak, then hid himself.

But in the blink of an eye, the two footsteps stopped abruptly nearby, followed by a panting voice.

"He's not here." The man at the head of the snake said, with anger in his eyes, as if the punch he had accumulated was thrown in vain.

Then, the lion looked around vigilantly: "Not here. It doesn't make sense. He should be here. Where else can he be attracted except here?"

Under the invisibility cloak, Ron's brows gradually frowned.

Who are these two people?

He did know the snakehead, who was previously involved in Sirius' disappearance and is now on the Ministry of Magic's wanted list.

But he didn't recognize the lionhead.

At present, the mainstream speculation in the outside world is that they are an illegal goblin organization.

After all, goblins have been doing evil in the magic world for many years, and it is not surprising that a goblin organization appears every once in a while.

In addition, what are these two guys doing here? Who are they looking for?

Is this organization also interested in something at the Expo?

The Philosopher's Stone? Obviously not, otherwise they would have come here a long time ago.

"Other places?" Neville asked with some doubts.

"It doesn't make sense." Draco said, looking carefully at the display case of the Philosopher's Stone: "There is no reason for him not to be here, unless-that guy deceived us."

"Why would he deceive us, there is no reason." Neville asked back.

"I don't know either." Draco shook his head helplessly: "But the fact is that he is not here. Let's go, maybe we have to go somewhere else."

"Maybe in Professor Jones's exhibition hall?" Neville said, and then walked towards Professor Jones's exhibition hall with Draco.

After a moment, the two disappeared from Ron's sight.

Then he took off his invisibility cloak, his eyes were puzzled, but he quickly pulled out his wand and continued to crack the Philosopher's Stone display case.

A few minutes later, as the huge glass cover slowly rose, the blood-colored Philosopher's Stone also showed its color without the glass barrier in front of Ron's eyes.

It looked more gorgeous than before, and more fascinating.

The next moment, a spell came.

"All exploded--"

Almost instinctively, Ron waved the wand in his hand, and the huge glass cover flew towards the incoming spell to resist it.

The next moment, the tempered glass shattered into pieces and splashed around.

"What a strong spell" Ron couldn't help but lean back, but he turned over familiarly, stood up again, and stared at the two people sharply.

"You are not Weasley." Draco said, and the snake tongue hissed threateningly: "That idiot wouldn't have such a look."

"Are you coming for me?" Ron looked at the two in surprise, holding his wand tightly in his hand.

"Whoever wants the Philosopher's Stone, I'm coming for him." Draco took a step forward.

"Haha, it turns out to be Dumbledore's dog." Ron laughed softly.

Then, Draco, who was about to refute, was suddenly bumped, and Neville, wearing a lion mask, walked up.

"I only have one question, are you Barty Crouch Jr.?"

"Barty Crouch Jr.?" Ron stood up slowly, with a sneer in his expression.

"Please don't add the word 'little', and of course, don't call me 'Barty II'." He gradually spread his hands, as if he was making a grand self-introduction.

"Barty Crouch Jr. is dead, please call me Barty Riddle!"

When he mentioned that surname, he was even full of satisfaction, as if he had received some honor, as if the gods had blessed him.

Even - crazy!

"All explode -" Neville no longer hesitated and cast a spell directly at Barty.

"You will pay for what you did." He roared.

At the same time, on the ground, Draco was about to use Transfiguration to generate vines to catch Barty.

However, the ground here had a strong resistance to his Transfiguration.

"Damn, this is the creation of Transfiguration, they are resisting my secondary transformation!" Draco roared, and then waved his wand: "Villa Vito--"

His robe attacked Barty like a sword.

"Armor protection--" Little Barty just waved his wand lightly, and a transparent shield appeared in front of him.

And he just took a step back, turned around and picked up the picture frame, and picked up the Philosopher's Stone that had just fallen on the ground.

"Although I don't know what you are going to do, but--"

As he said, the corners of his mouth rose, his red hair gradually changed color, and the freckles on his face gradually disappeared.

"Goodbye!"

"Get back!" Neville rushed towards him.

The next moment, he was approaching Barty.

"Lionhead, get back." Draco was horrified. He had seen what irrational and stupid things Neville was going to do.

However, he found that he could not keep up with Neville at this moment.

This guy was unconsciously driving magic to achieve his goal of "catching" Barty? !

That is, the next moment after Barty said goodbye, his whole body spun.

At the same time, Neville had already approached and reached out to grab his arm.

Then, in Draco's horrified eyes, the two disappeared in front of him.

At the same time, a heavy stomping sound appeared in Draco's ears.

The head of a black short-haired cat appeared beside him.

"I really wish I could fly." Harry whispered with some difficulty.

He could tell what happened here just from the fluctuations here.

"What should I do? Contact Professor Jones and what will he say?" Draco asked.

"He sent me to take a look, but look at the current situation." Harry didn't want to tell Draco that Uncle Moon and Dumbledore were watching behind him, but the current situation was indeed beyond his control. Then, just as Harry was about to turn around to report the matter to Moon, Moon's voice appeared behind them. "Come here, come here." He said. Harry turned around and walked away, and soon followed the sound to Moon's exhibition hall. Soon, he saw Moon's portrait on the wall. Well, before, he thought that this painting was just like the cat head statue on the wall outside, just a simple artwork of Moon's image. Now it seems that this is not the case at all. "I found the location." Moon said, "You go by yourself, Hogsmeade is enough for me to be busy." As he said, the picture on the painting behind Moon began to flow, just like watching a video. "Her location is anchored in Northern Ireland, okay, it's across the sea. The location scene is here, and the longitude and latitude are." After a moment, the background behind him returned to pure black again, and he looked straight ahead. "If nothing else, let's go now."

"Okay!" Harry nodded and looked at Draco.

"Hold my shoulders." He said.

"Wait. You are not kidding." Draco swallowed his saliva: "Although I know you can Apparate, but relying on photos to anchor, and from Scotland to Northern Ireland"

How did the Muggle say it?

He didn't dare to sit in the car driven by this driver.

But Harry didn't give him too much time, just urged him at the end: "Hurry up."

"Well, damn it, anyway, you can't run away if you die." Draco said angrily, and then put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

The next moment, his hand clenched into a fist again, holding his clothes tightly.

Then, a lingering, misty magic rune began to appear around Harry, they appeared quickly, and then disappeared quickly.

The next moment-bang!

Accompanied by an air explosion where the air was sucked out, the two disappeared on the spot.

Northern Ireland, amidst the whistling wind and brilliant swirling colors, Neville fell heavily to the ground.

His arm was already covered in blood from the cracks in the space. If you look closely, you can still see the defect in his arm, as if several pieces of flesh had been cut off during the apparition just now.

At the same time, the moment Sindel appeared, her hand involuntarily grasped a blood-colored gem pendant on her chest and looked around.

This place seemed to be on the edge of a village. The nearest house was a three-story shabby wooden house, which was in line with the solitary nature of wizards and more in line with Barty's identity as a fugitive.

However, no one focused their attention on her, so no one noticed what she did.

Neville staggered to his feet and looked at Barty, who was also covered in blood from the space scrapes like him.

"You deserve to die!" He just said so briefly, without caring where this place was, and without thinking of asking for help.

"Should I die?" Barty looked at him in surprise: "It's really strange, what did I do to make you hate me so much." Then he shook his head: "Forget it, catch him." Then, several figures quickly appeared from the wooden house behind him. "Death Eater" Neville gritted his teeth. Several Death Eaters walked towards Neville, and at the same time, a somewhat thin figure stood beside little Barty. "Are you all back?" Barty looked at the Death Eaters beside him with dissatisfaction. Originally, the target of his orders was just the two people who were here to meet. "If your eyes are not blind, you can see that there are fewer people here." The gloomy voice of the person next to him sounded, mocking Barty mercilessly. "Where are they all?" Barty looked at the person next to him with some dissatisfaction: "Are they still in Hogsmeade?" Hearing this, the people next to Barty were also confused. Even after they saw their accomplices being scared away by Moon Jones, they took advantage of the opportunity to Apparate and leave. But when they came here, they couldn't find any trace of those people.

So he had no answer to Barty's question.

He just kept silent and turned his attention back to Neville. At this moment, he kept defending against the spells around him, dodging those evil spells while dodging.

"They don't look like people from the goblin group, but why are these guys so small?" He was quite suspicious.

"Students?"

"No, that's ridiculous."

"Petrified--" Then, he raised his wand and caught Neville's landing point.

The next moment, Neville flew backwards.

"Catch this man and uncover this face." He gave orders calmly.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet!" Barty looked at the man, his face gradually flushed: "Where did those people go? Do they want to betray the Dark Lord!"

"I don't know." He turned his head slowly.

"What else can it be?" With the sound of air twitching, a voice suddenly sounded in the grass.

"He must be dead, what else do you think?"