Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In the Malfoy Mansion, dark clouds enveloped the entire manor, and the biting wind carried icy debris across the land.

The peacocks were shivering in their enclosures, and amid the howling wind, an air explosion suddenly appeared.

"Honey!"

Narcissa Malfoy ran over quickly, the soles of her high heels making a dense clicking sound on the stone tile floor.

Then, she supported Lucius, who was covered in black robes.

Then what came out of him was trembling.

"Are you injured? Where are you?" Narcissa tremblingly opened Lucius's hood and looked at the pale face.

Before those people called themselves first mate and other terms, and when he thought that the other party was chasing them from the Anglo-Greek Expo to that gathering point, Lucius became a little suspicious of the origins of these people.

But it's one thing to suspect, quite another to confirm where these guys are coming from.

Not to mention, these guys are students.

Moreover, his son is among them!

Then, he put his eyes on Narcissa's face, who was looking at him anxiously and doubtfully.

"No." After Lucius was silent for a moment, he shook his head quickly. Just when he was about to say something, the next moment, a bone-gnawing and heart-burning pain swept through his body in his arm, even causing his body to tremble. The body began to convulse and twitch.

"Lucius! Lucius!!" Narcissa hugged him in fear: "What happened?!"

"No, Narcissa!" Lucius' hand suddenly grabbed his lover's arm: "Listen to me, Narcissa."

"Now, pull out my memory, and I will adjust that memory. You have to pull it out."

"What happened?" Narcissa asked quickly, her face full of anxiety.

"No, don't ask." Lucius shook his head: "Take out that memory, otherwise the master will know about it."

As he spoke, he even swallowed involuntarily out of fear.

As people close to Voldemort, they knew Riddle's cruelty more clearly than ordinary people.

In fact, if he hadn't been called by his master now, he would have wanted to rush to Hogwarts and ask Moon Jones why he did such a thing.

Why should his son be involved in these things?

What despicable means did he use on his child to deceive him and manipulate him into doing these things.

But——that’s just what I thought.

He has no other choice now.

Only by erasing this memory can we feel calm when facing the master.

otherwise

"Do it quickly, Narcissa." Lucius urged, waving his hands at his temples somewhat helplessly.

"Okay." Narcissa could only choose to believe it. She raised her wand and waved it gently: "Forget it - all is lost!"

Then, Lucius closed his eyes tightly, and after a moment, he opened them again.

"The Dark Lord is calling me." He stood up: "Barty is dead, Narcissa, you now go back to Hogsmeade to bring Draco back, and I will go to the master."

Looking at Lucius who was back to normal, Narcissa took a deep breath and then nodded.

"good."

The Isle of Man, also known as the Isle of Man, is most famous for its Muggle transportation competition that has been held by Muggles since 1907.

It seems to be called a motorcycle. It is said that in the Muggle world, the Isle of Man TT is the most spectacular and dangerous motorcycle event in the world.

Of course, the wizards didn't care about this, they just thought it was noisy.

It is precisely because of this that there are almost no wizards resident here on the Isle of Man. In addition, although the Isle of Man is located between Ireland and England and is also a British Crown Territory, it has no legal significance in the political divisions. They were independent and had a long history of self-government, having their own parliament and a capital city named Douglass in the 10th century.

In other words, even the Ministry of Magic has ignored this aspect.

Yes, this is a no-man's land in the wizarding world.

At this time, Riddle was hiding here.

Today's sea is not very peaceful, the entire island is gloomy, and the raging sea wind blows from one end of the island to the other, like a blade.

In front of a large abandoned wooden house in a small forest, Lucius's figure suddenly appeared, and then walked towards the house.

The hissing sound was endless, and snakes poked their heads out from the broken floor, from the beams, and from the cracks in the old door, looking at the visitor carefully and monitoring him at the same time.

"Hiss-hiss-"

Even someone with a snake-loving personality like Lucius couldn't help but get goosebumps when he saw such a dense group of snakes.

Too much.

Like a snake cave.

Soon, he arrived at the second floor.

"Lucius"

A high-pitched voice made people feel uncomfortable, as uncomfortable as the wind blowing on the island.

But Lucius still heard it from that accent. It was the voice of the Dark Lord.

"Move me to the fire, bitch," the voice suddenly shouted.

"I'm sorry!" A timid voice appeared, and then a small shadow walked over and pushed the sofa hard to the stove.

Then, under the barely illuminated light of the dim fire, among the tattered robes, Lucius saw clearly what the Dark Lord looked like now.

It was a slimy, eyeless, ugly thing - no, it was even scarier than that, a hundred times scarier! He looked like a curled-up baby, but without hair, and seemed to have scales on his body, with dark, red skin, like injured tender flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face - no living child had such a face - was a flat snake face with a pair of glittering red eyes.

The thing seemed to have no ability to take care of itself. It raised its thin arms and tugged at the dirty blanket that was leaking air.

"Master?!" Lucius couldn't even believe what he saw.

"Why? Are you surprised to see me like this?" Voldemort smiled on his ugly face, and the mucus at the corner of his mouth pulled up.

"Master, why are you like this?" Lucius hurried over with concern and knelt in front of the sofa.

"It seems that you haven't forgotten the etiquette, Lucius." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and then stared at him with red eyes.

"Where are my things?"

Lucius explained as he searched his pockets: "Little Barty is dead. He was killed by a group of beast-headed people-"

"What?!" Winky screamed.

"Shut up, you cheap thing." Voldemort scolded, and then looked at Lucius: "Shut up, Lucius, do you think I don't know these things? Or do you no longer understand my orders?"

"Yes, sorry, Master." Lucius said hurriedly, and then took out the bright red Philosopher's Stone.

Voldemort showed a satisfied look on his face, and he nodded, but after a moment, his expression gradually became weird.

"Asshole! Asshole!" He cursed: "You just brought me a fake?"

Then, his eyes were locked on Lucius.

And Lucius also felt the magical invasion in Voldemort's eyes.

After a moment, Voldemort had to admit-yes, the resurrection stone that the idiot Little Barty got at the beginning was a fake.

"Damn waste" he cursed in a low voice, and then waved his arms with difficulty.

"Go, if there is nothing, I will find you when I need you."

"Master, do you need it?"

"No, Lucius, are you pitying my current living conditions?"

"No, absolutely not, sorry master." Lucius lowered his head quickly.

"Then go back." Voldemort waved his hand.

A moment later, as Lucius left, a shadow appeared in Voldemort's eyes.

He did not trust Lucius. To be precise, he could not control Lucius in his current state.

Now, he needed a loyal enough guy to help him continue to do things.

Little Barty, that waste

After thinking for a while, he turned his head and changed his face.

"Barty is dead."

"Dead, dead, master he is dead!" Shanshan could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes and cried loudly.

"His departure is our loss." Voldemort shook his head: "Do you think your master is loyal to me?"

"Of course. Yes." Winky answered Voldemort's question with a howl. He had taken care of little Barty for more than ten years, and naturally knew how crazy his master was about the Dark Lord.

"Now that he is dead, according to his last wish, I think he would want to hand you over to me." Voldemort continued.

"Just like he once firmly took you with him on the road to escape, he didn't want you to be a house elf without a master. Now that he is dead, if he wants someone to be his new master the most, who do you think it will be?"

His words were gentle, slow, and extremely tempting, like honey wine.

Tears kept falling from Winky's eyes, and she had already entered Voldemort's words.

"It's you, the master will definitely want you to be my new master."

"Yes, that's right." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction: "So, what should you call me now?"

"Master." Winky stammered.

"Very good." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and then his words suddenly changed: "Then why don't you go cook quickly? Do you want to starve me to death? Despicable thing!"

"I'm sorry, Master!" Winky left crying and ran to the kitchen.

Northern Ireland, after all the Death Eaters fled, Harry turned around and took Draco back to the battle site.

Neville was covered in burns at this time, looking horrible, and the whole person had already fainted.

"Someone told us that Barty disguised himself as Ron and tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Draco quickly explained the cause of the incident.

"I understand, you should deal with Neville first." Harry nodded and walked towards the collapsed wooden house.

A moment later, accompanied by the unexplained banging sound from the ruins, Harry found a leather suitcase.

"What is this?" He was a little confused, holding the snake staff with his right hand, ready to go, and carefully opening the box with his left hand.

Then, a piece of arm jumped out of the box.

"Huh?!"

In Harry's horrified eyes, the cross section of this arm opened up, like some hideous and terrifying thing, with blood vessels like tentacles and the mouthparts of some sandworms attacking him.

"Damn it!" Harry suddenly dodged and changed his position.

"Oh oh." The palm of the arm suddenly opened and revealed a smile.

"Hehehehe——"

The next moment, the arm appeared in front of Harry as if it had moved instantly, and then the huge palm grabbed his face.

And the blood vessels in the back of the arm directly pierced into his flesh.

"Go——Go down!" Harry said hurriedly.

"Hehe." The arm smiled again: "The reaction is pretty good, but it's still not enough."

"Ah?!" Harry stayed where he was, then looked at the arm, and because of this voice, he suddenly thought of Uncle Mu En's recently missing left arm.

"Uncle Mu En?!"

"Uh-huh." The arm nodded casually: "Before, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Belby were locked in this box by Little Barty, so after I fished them out, I left 'myself' in it." Mu En explained.

As he spoke, with a "swishing" sound, an eyeball popped out of the mouth in the middle of the palm, forming a scene of an eyeball in the palm.

"Oh, this." Harry was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Come back first, to the infirmary of Hogwarts. The 'portal' can pass through the anti-apparition spell. I don't think I need to explain this. In addition, this arm will be yours for the time being. I don't think anyone likes their organs to keep chattering."

As he said that, with a gurgle, the mouth swallowed the eyeball, and then gradually closed, and gradually changed from a mouth to an ordinary palm print.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Neville's body was covered with white lines casually by Draco.

"No, nothing." Harry tried to grasp the arm, but felt no stagnation.

"That's good." Draco nodded. If it was before, he would definitely ask about this arm, but now he was not in the mood to care about it.

If it's okay, then it's okay.

"Let's go back."

"Yeah." Harry nodded, threw the suitcase to Draco, and then grabbed Draco and Neville with his left and right hands.

And the left hand from Muen held the snake staff.

It is no exaggeration to say that this arm gave Harry a perfect feeling in casting spells.

It was like the world was full of spheres, but the real concept of "circle" appeared in front of him.

That was another concept.

Almost effortlessly, he waved his wand, and the three of them disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When he opened his eyes again, they were already in the school infirmary on the second floor of Hogwarts.