Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The next morning, it’s morning exercise time.

The violent storm last night has calmed down a bit, but the thick blue-gray clouds are still low on the Su Highlands. Looking up, it always feels like the highest spire of Hogwarts has pierced into the clouds.

During morning exercises, Hermione was already shaky and in a daze, Harry held her up.

"No matter what, you have to eat, right?" Harry said, helping him to rest on the steps.

"You're right." Hermione nodded, feeling very depressed.

Ever since she was tossing and turning in bed in the dormitory last night and couldn't sleep because of hunger, she knew what a stupid thing she had done.

"Don't worry, I'll have breakfast later." Hermione said, "I've decided to find a better way to solve this problem."

"I agree." Harry nodded, but he was actually a little unsure whether the 'good method' Hermione said was really that good.

After breakfast, they went their separate ways. The Slytherins quickly arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor.

"The learning content this year is very simple." Mu En paced slowly on the podium: "The main thing is to understand some real, non-positive curses."

Ravenclaw's Michael quickly raised his hand.

"Professor, what is a non-positive curse?"

Mu En walked down, waved Mike on the head, and then slowly explained while spinning around.

"For example - curse, this is the most typical one." He said, letting everyone see a hair on his hand.

Suddenly, he turned his hand and took out a scarecrow.

"Professor, isn't it?" Mike quickly covered his head. In the magic world, even if no one has seen it, they must have heard of the magical horror stories about stabbing villains.

"Hair loss is a very normal thing." Mu En just smiled and returned to the podium as he spoke.

"Each of us sheds an average of ten to twenty hairs a day. If you have the same fur as me, maybe more. So if we are not prepared, we can easily be caught."

As he spoke, he put the hair on the scarecrow, and black flames burned for no reason, emitting black and unpleasant smoke.

Then, Mu En raised the scarecrow again, and then waved his hand on his face.

A piece of soft cat hair appeared on his hand, pointed it at the scarecrow, and began to wave it up and down.

The next moment, Mike began to twitch, his face turned red from holding back, but he fell to the ground within a moment.

"Professor, professor, stop it." Mike's friend laughed and pretended to plead for him.

After a moment, Mu En took his hand back.

"The scarecrow's curse also has high and low levels. The high one is like this. I only need a hair to forcibly control his creaking nest and other senses. The low one. Even if the scarecrow is thrown into the fire, maybe it will be cured. It can only cause a local minor burn.

The essential reason is that when we attack the opponent through the scarecrow, we are essentially attacking the prop that inherits the curse, that is, the scarecrow itself. "

Mu En just briefly explained the characteristics of the scarecrow's curse while waiting for Mike to get up again.

"Like I said, it's a curse that doesn't confront us head-on."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze downwards.

"Does anyone still remember what I said when I first took this course? About the OWLs exam."

Harry quickly raised his hands.

"You said that even if you don't want to learn this course, as long as you know the Armor Protection Charm, you are allowed to stop taking this course and you will get a passing grade in OWLs."

Mu En nodded: "Yes, armor protection is enough to deal with most dangers in life, especially frontal dangers.

So this year's course, even if it is above passing, is the most important content.

This spell is a universal spell that can easily eliminate unnecessary links in ourselves when we encounter non-frontal dangers. "

"Unnecessary links on the body?" Some people were a little confused.

"That's right!" Mu En nodded: "Many things on our body are related to ourselves, for example, the hair just now, this is something we all know.

But there is another one, and there is a more common one, can anyone answer me? "

Harry raised his hand again, and Moon glanced at it, ignoring him directly.

After a moment, a young Ravenclaw wizard raised his hand.

"Mr. Parker, please." Moon raised her hand.

"Professor, is that our name?"

"Bingo!" Mu En turned her palm and snapped her fingers crisply: "Ravenclaw adds five points."

"Yes, the name." Mu En nodded: "So, does anyone dare to tell me a name that contains great power? It's the one we all know."

As he spoke, his eyes began to scan below.

"I know, these are my bad tastes, but I can't use up the extra points every year, so how about twenty points?" He increased the chips to seduce.

Yes, everyone knows what he wants.

but

These little wizards focused their attention on Harry.

"Mr. Potter, you don't have to think about it, I won't answer him." Moon said: "Everyone in Slytherin, if you want this point, you can only count on other people."

Mu En was not in a hurry, this was just a casual thing, essentially because the name Voldemort was indeed the best teaching material for a name with magic in it.

"There is indeed magic in the name. For example, it is recorded in "Hogwarts: A History of the School" that after our little wizard's magic riots, the name will be recorded in a magic book called the Book of Access. .

And it is through this that Hogwarts also knows all the children in the UK who have wizarding talents.

Next let’s talk about the mysterious man.

You may think that the magic in this name must be very powerful and huge. That's why every time we hear his name, we feel cold all over our bodies and can't help but feel fear. "

The little wizard below nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"But the fact is, the name started out as a normal name with just a little bit of magic attached to it, just like Bob, Smith, etc., no different."

"Then why are we so afraid?" Finally, someone boldly asked the question instead of waiting for Mu En to passively give them input.

"Do you remember what Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick said about a certain important element in spellcasting?"

He asked again, and this time, Draco raised his hand.

Mu En was a little surprised and motioned for him to get up.

"mood."

"That's right!" Mu En nodded: "The weak magic power in the name, coupled with the [public mood - fear] brought by the mysterious man's cruel behavior to everyone in this society, is exactly what created the name. Huge magic power.

This is why some young wizards, even if they have never heard the name of the mysterious person in the first eleven years, will fall into fear of this name soon after arriving at Hogwarts. . "

"Caught in public sentiment?!" Mike said quickly.

"pretty."

"In other words, as long as you break away from public sentiment, you can boldly say that name?"

"That's the logic, but it's not easy to do it." Mu En smiled and spread his hands: "Now that we have explained the logic, is there anything else you don't understand?"

The little guys below all shook their heads. Basically, few of them were distracted in his class.

After all, Mu En's theoretical classes are few, and the few theoretical classes, like this class, are often 'powerful teaching materials' such as the Scarecrow Curse and the Mysterious Man.

"Great, does anyone want to try and get those twenty points?"

After the words fell, the classroom fell into silence again.

After a while, under everyone's gaze, a man stood up tremblingly.

Draco!

"I'll do it." He swallowed, then took a deep breath.

The whole classroom became extremely silent.

But no matter who it was, no one had any more thoughts like, 'No, please don't say that name.'

At least they dare to accept it now, or are trying to accept hearing that name.

Draco held in a big breath, his whole body was shaking, and his forehead was sweating.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he slowly spoke.

"L Lord Voldemort—"

In an instant, the air in the entire classroom became several degrees colder.

It was when almost everyone fell into fear that Mu En raised her wand.

"The spring breeze sweeps everything away——"

An invisible breeze appeared, sweeping away the fear and cold.

Mu En raised her wand and raised the corners of her mouth.

"Now, do you know our learning goals for this semester?"

"I know."

"Don't worry too much." Mu En smiled: "When we faced the red hat last year, we learned the Vitality Curse. Do you remember? This is one of its upper-level spells. Although it is a bit difficult, I don't think it is. Can't do it.

Oh, by the way, twenty points for Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy got it for you. "

Time passed slowly, and this year's courses were undoubtedly much heavier. Harry also knew why Uncle Moon did not assign tasks to him this year. Because the specific time has to be carefully arranged by yourself.

Fortunately, there was no Quidditch match this year, so he could have some free time.

In fact, if there had been no Triwizard Tournament, Harry would have had no choice but to have a showdown with Mike now, saying that he really didn't have enough time.

Everyone feels that starting to increase the intensity of study because of OWLs in fourth grade is a sensitive and exaggerated choice.

Except for Professor McGonagall and Hermione!

Professor McGonagall's homework was longer than in previous years, and Hermione even said righteously when others quietly complained about the Transfiguration homework - 'This is actually something we should do in third grade.'

Snape, on his side, had begun to ask the young wizards to study the properties of the medicine in depth and asked them to come up with an antidote of their own.

He said gloomily that he would select two lucky people before Christmas and add some poison to their soup.

If the lucky guy can't prepare the antidote on his own, he'll have to wait to drink good juice.

Professor Flitwick assigned them another reading task and asked them to prepare three more books in preparation for practicing the Flying Curse.

The trouble is, even if there are a few people who can cast spells, such as Harry and Neville, the homework assigned by Professor Flitwick is about those three books, and they have to take time to read them in order to finish homework.

In comparison, Hagrid's class was so good that it was unbelievable.

He strictly followed the advice given to him by Professor Lupine and did not use any unlovable animals as subjects.

But after Harry and his friends visited him over the weekend and looked at the nest of snails in his yard, they knew that Hagrid's wonderful appearance would not last long, and sooner or later he would be unable to hold himself back.

Three weeks later.

At dinner time, Harry read his notes and manipulated the knife and fork to separate the steaks.

Now he can already empower small creatures, and he can also empower himself with cortical magic.

But there is still a long way to go before getting started.

All the content he currently masters is empowered on a realistic basis, such as frogs, toads, mice, etc.

But it is far from possible to create such strange creations as [Biological Disinfection Machine] and [Eyeball Monitor] like Mu En.

After eating dessert, the two saw Hermione running over holding a box and two rolls of parchment.

She was in high spirits and seemed to be in a good mood, which to be honest was rare since the beginning of the year.

Harry asked, "What happened?"

"Look!" Hermione opened the box and revealed the contents.

The box contained about fifty badges, all in different colors, all with the same letters written on them: S.P.E.W.

"'Vomiting'?" Harry picked up a badge: "What does it mean?"

"It's not vomiting." Hermione rolled her eyes and explained, "It's S-P-E-W. It means the Society for the Promotion of House-Elf Rights."

"Ah." Draco looked at Harry with a troubled expression.

"I just founded it, how about it? As long as you two join in, this rights promotion association is almost complete!"

Draco's face twitched, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "My stomach is very good, so I shouldn't need to hang around with this badge."

"It's S-P-E-W!" Hermione said angrily. "I originally wanted to call it the Campaign to Ban Cruelty to Our Magical Creature Friends and Improve Their Legal Status - but that didn't quite fit. So I made that the title of our association's manifesto. ”

She waved the roll of parchment at them.

"I've been digging into this in the library. The servitude of elves goes back centuries. I can't believe no one has done something about it."

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Draco was a little annoyed: "I remember I said this was domesticated by wizards. Just like dogs. Do you know what a dog is? Would you call a dog a slave? Dogs are also very smart!"

"Our short-term goal is to ensure that house elves receive reasonable wages and a good working environment!" Hermione directly used her voice to cover Draco, and the surrounding Slytherins looked over.

Now, even Draco and Harry's names could not suppress them. They turned their backs and chuckled.

“Our long-term goals include changing the law on the use of wands and also campaigning for an elf to be admitted to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, as it is appalling that the interests of elves are underrepresented.”

"How can we do this?" Harry asked.

"First of all, we need to develop membership." Hermione said emotionally. "I think participants will have to pay two silver coins to buy badges. This income can be used for us to print and distribute leaflets. You are the treasurer, Draco. I prepared a special piggy bank.

Harry, you are the secretary, and you need to write down everything I say now as a record of our meeting. "

For a moment, no one spoke, Hermione looked at them both happily.

While Harry and Draco were still looking at each other and discussing how to deal with it, Hermione turned her head to Crabgoyle again.

"Oh, damn!" Crabbe fell down from the bench and clutched his stomach: "Goyle! Goyle! My stomach hurts! Help me!"

"Crabbe, no, no, I'll take you to the infirmary right now."

With that said, the two people quickly supported him and left the auditorium at a flying speed.

"Uh" Draco pushed the parchment back: "Why don't you first consider Ron and Neville, or your other friends in Gryffindor? I think they are closer to you and will be more willing to be with you. If we work together, our efficiency will be much higher.”

"Good idea!" Hermione pushed the badge to Draco again, then picked up the box and ran towards it.

Seeing Hermione leave, Draco picked up the badge and took a deep breath.

"Honestly. If I crush this badge, will you think I disrespect her?" Draco asked seriously.

"I don't know either." Harry said helplessly, "I don't have time to be a secretary."

"You're not really going to wear this damn thing, are you?"

"This is a bit overwhelming." Harry shook his head and put the thing in his pocket.

"I should recommend her to find Professor Jones." Draco said with a smirk on his lips: "She will definitely hit a wall."

Then he said: "I thought you would always stick to her?"

"Do I look like some pig with no independent thinking?" Harry glanced at him blankly.

Obviously, he didn't want to talk about this topic of [vomiting].