Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 319 Easter - Voldemort's Resurrection

A moment later, outside the lounge.

"I never thought that I would have such a day." Draco showed a satisfied smile and looked at Harry: "At first I thought only you could do such a stupid thing."

"You look much better." Harry smiled. He had been watching from the side just now, while Draco was fighting with those seniors.

The door of the lounge was opened, and two bruised people came out of the lounge with each other. One of them had a black face due to the explosion, and the other was limping.

"It's just beating a child." Draco shrugged: "It can only give me some satisfaction. Apart from that, there is nothing."

The two people who were supporting each other stumbled and fell to the ground.

Draco kicked them without hesitation: "Get out of here."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy." The two people got up in a hurry and walked to the other end of the corridor.

"You fell down by yourself, do you know?" Draco added.

"I know."

"Right." Harry turned his eyes away from the two people. In fact, one of them was the one who provoked Harry that year.

Yes, it was the one who said "My father died in Azkaban" very sadly.

In the past, he thought that the other party's grief was understandable. At that time, he was a first-year student, small and weak, and did not know any magic. He was afraid of getting into trouble and violence, and was very weak.

But in the past two years of experience, he saw the criminals in Azkaban with his own eyes and saw the methods of the Death Eaters with his own eyes.

He no longer had a trace of understanding in his heart.

"About what we talked about before." Harry said: "Do you remember the exhibition?"

"Exhibition? Of course I remember." Draco nodded.

"Go and have a look, maybe there is what you need." Harry said halfway.

"In addition, if you are really studying hard, Uncle Muen will not reject your questions too much, but the premise is that you don't ask stupid questions."

Draco thought for a while, then asked: "What if I ask stupid questions."

"So unconfident?"

Draco nodded awkwardly: "What if. What if?"

He really has no confidence, because of the comparison.

Draco can guarantee that anyone who hangs out with Harry, Hermione and the others will lose confidence.

But if it is someone else, they may have drifted away from Harry and the others.

But Draco can't accept this script.

The concept of "born noble" used to make him spoiled. Although he doesn't put that stupid arrogance on his face now, the pride of the Malfoy family name in his heart has become the reason why he can't retreat.

He must force himself to move forward, and move forward!

"If the situation is good, he may let you read the book by yourself. If the situation is not good, you can't even get in the door."

"If."

"If it's too much, he will be very gentle." Harry said.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded: "Because at that time he had already determined that you were mentally retarded, he would give you more tolerance."

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Draco's incident did not cause any disturbance. Except for him and the strength level of the entire third grade, everyone began to realize that something was wrong. Almost no one paid attention to how many people he beat up and how they were beaten.

Anyway, no one died.

And it was all Slytherin's internal affairs.

Just like that year.

On the contrary, apart from the much-anticipated Quidditch game, the only impact of this incident was that the top three in each grade set their sights on this year's third grade.

They were eager to try their strength in the exhibition match.

Easter holiday.

Draco happily returned to Hogwarts with a book and happily shared his discovery with several people.

"War and Magic"

"There must be the truth I'm looking for in it." Draco said.

"Indeed." Harry nodded in agreement: "There are a lot of war magics in it, all of which are some basic large-scale spells and various war concepts, but..."

"But it's very difficult to learn." Hermione added that she had basically scanned all the books in the Moon Museum, and she is still borrowing one book a week at a high intensity.

Similarly, she still has thick dark circles under her eyes.

Although she has been saying that Harry has too little rest, it is obvious that she is not much better.

Harry once advised her.

But this stubborn little witch did not accept Harry's advice.

Harry stuffed the last piece of meat pie into his mouth and put on his coat: "Okay, I'm leaving, you guys chat first."

As he said, he hurried upstairs.

Today is Easter.

There is only one thing they have to do.

Resurrection - Voldemort!

After arriving at the research room on the eighth floor, he hurriedly began to clean up, debug the endless energy that had been completely reset, and began to prepare for the preliminary work.

About an hour later, Moon arrived late.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready!" Harry nodded.

"Okay." Muen put the teacup on the other side of the table: "Although we will summarize it later, you must watch it carefully this time. There will be no chance to do it again."

"Okay." Harry nodded quickly.

He now knew what this experiment meant to him.

That was the thing that could really kill Voldemort!

Muen took out the bottle containing the fragments of Peeves' soul, and then drew out his wand.

A crescent moon bloomed on the endless energy.

Suddenly, two tentacles appeared and began to spray alcohol at the two. The entire laboratory was filled with floating jellyfish like light bulbs, which glowed by themselves, achieving the effect of shadowless lamps.

At the same time, eyeballs as big as heads with scarlet blood began to revolve around the two like drones.

"Uncle Muen, I have another question." Harry suddenly tried to speak.

"Speak."

"Why. The first experiment was carried out so soon?" Harry asked.

Muen was silent for a moment, and then said: "She is almost crazy. She can't hold on."

"Who?"

"You will know soon." Muen looked at the crown and raised his wand.

Harry had already caught a straw mouse through the wizard's hand. Although it was made of straw, it was like a real mouse, twisting in the air in panic and squeaking in panic.

At the same time, Harry's second and third wizard hands were still holding up the parchment and feather pen, waiting for the experiment to be recorded.

In his own hand, he held the wand tightly.

'The Anti-Horcrux Spell is finally' He was nervous and expectant.

The production of a Horcrux requires killing a human to split his soul, and then the split soul is stuffed into an object through extremely evil methods.

And now, through Uncle Muen's constant verification and modification, he successfully obtained a method to cut the soul out of the Horcrux again. Because it is separated from the Horcrux and reversed, it is simply called [Anti-Horcrux Spell].

At the same time, Uncle Muen also has to use the huge amount of magic power of endless energy and the soul fragments of Peeves to try to restore the soul in that Horcrux into a ghost state in reality.

This is an extremely troublesome spell process.

But——there can be no mistakes.

The next moment, Mu En's two fingers have already pointed at the crown.

At the same time, his crow-headed wand began to slowly rise into the air, and a gap appeared in the endless energy, wrapping the wand inside. A resistance as if in water came from all directions.

Harry did not dare to hesitate and quickly opened the bottle containing the soul fragments of Peeves.

The next moment, Mu En, who had entered the soul exploration state, raised his hand stiffly and pointed at the little white mouse.

Black lightning appeared and then disappeared.

The little white mouse made of straw exploded and turned into a piece of thin straw.

Harry stared at Mu En intently. On his body, a circle of extremely gorgeous and dangerous runes appeared, and those runes were like star rings surrounding a planet.

He did not dare to relax for a moment, as if he wanted to engrave this scene deep in his mind.

Suddenly, an extremely intense stinging pain appeared from his forehead. This stinging pain was like cramps and peeling skin. Even though he had a high tolerance for pain now, he couldn't help but stagger. The parchment and quill in the wizard's hand also fell to the ground.

His right hand tightly grasped the scar on his forehead, his nails embedded in the flesh, and began to neutralize the pain with pain. At the same time, the fingertips of his left hand flew, and he lifted the parchment and quill again.

Even if it hurt, he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Gradually, Harry's face was full of blood from his forehead, and he stared at Mu En without blinking, and the quill quickly recorded.

The next moment, Mu En's body, which had been stiff for a long time, suddenly moved.

He raised his hands high above the crown, his expression cold.

"Get out of here!!"

On the crown, a layer of transparent things seemed to be grabbed out of the air by his hands.

As Muen gradually exerted force on his hands, an extremely distorted face appeared on the crown, and the crown began to jump wildly on the ground.

At the same time, the endless energy expanded again, and more concentrated energy poured out. These energies distorted the air and formed a series of distorted characters in the air.

This is the soul suppression rune!

The rune used to prevent Riddle's residual soul from self-destructing.

"Muen Jones!! I will send you to hell!!" Voldemort distorted and let out a cold and sharp roar.

"I am your hell!" Muen smiled slightly, and his right hand completely grabbed Voldemort's soul from it, while the other hand, with a horizontal grasp, took the soul fragment contributed by Peeves in front of him.

"I also prepared a body for you." Muen said, and began to forcibly merge the two, and his hands also burned with blue-purple starlight flames. That was Lucifer's flame, with extraordinary power.

At the same time, the pain on Harry's forehead reached its peak.

He had never felt such pain before, and his body even twitched and spasmed involuntarily.

"Ugh--" He fell to his knees and roared.

This kind of severe pain lasted for a long time, but also for a short time.

But for Harry, it seemed like thousands of years had passed.

Just when he thought he couldn't hold on, the severe pain on his forehead suddenly dissipated quickly, like a receding tide.

Raising his red, sweaty head, Harry quickly held onto the golden snake staff and propped himself up.

Then, all the feelings brought by the severe pain just now were instantly thrown behind his mind.

Just because what appeared in front of him now was a strange yet familiar figure.

He has a translucent ghost-like body, but is only half a meter in size. His face is like a mixture of the handsome face and the noseless appearance that Harry saw in Riddle's notebook.

It can be clearly seen that it is a face that was originally handsome but has now become deformed.

"Successful." Moon breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Harry: "What about you?"

"Uncle Moon, I'm fine." Harry rubbed his forehead, but it only covered his hand with blood: "Maybe it's because the distance was too close. The protection built by my Occlumency was broken at a touch."

"It's okay." Mu En nodded, and then looked at Voldemort.

"Now, you are resurrected." Mu En said with a meaningful smile: "Do you have any ideas, such as killing your original body?"

"What?" Riddle looked at Mu En in disbelief: "Is this why you asked me to come out?"

"certainly--"

A smile appeared on Riddle's sinister face: "So that's it."

"Of course - no." Mu En smiled: "Just teasing you."

crackling——

A bolt of green lightning suddenly struck from the crow-headed wand of endless energy.

Looking again, Voldemort, who had just been resurrected, had no trace of his presence in the world.