Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Looking at the blue flames in the Forbidden Forest in the distance, Harry pushed up his glasses and turned around.

"Neville should be fine." He said as he walked towards the spiral staircase.

"How do you know?" Hermione quickly followed him, her face full of confusion.

"Intuition." Harry smiled.

Seeing that these three 'old gentlemen' finally decided to go up, the stone beast couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"You have to pay attention." He reminded: "This is a [path of suffering]."

"The Path of Misery?" Harry retracted his steps in confusion.

"You don't think that anyone can easily set foot in the highest position of this castle, do you?" The stone beast may have healed the scar and forgotten the pain, or maybe his head can't remember the pain in the first place.

In short, now he has returned to his previous arrogant attitude - a little bit.

He loudly said: "Only by embarking on a path of suffering that ordinary people cannot tread, can we achieve great things that ordinary people cannot achieve."

Harry stopped where he was. Seeing this, Shishou raised the corners of his mouth.

‘It’s okay to hesitate, after all you are just [ordinary people]. ’

Unexpectedly, the next moment Harry asked with some confusion: "Is this suffering physical or spiritual?"

The stone beast frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Is there any difference?"

"That really makes no difference." Harry knew he had asked a stupid question.

"That's right, after all, for——"

"After all, this doesn't affect my intention to try walking up." Harry murmured calmly, turned around and took a step towards the stairs.

The next moment, a sharp mark appeared on the corner of his clothes. Along with the scratching sound of his thoughts, his clothes seemed to have been scratched by something extremely sharp.

A knife-like wind?

Harry remembered Uncle Moon's previous spell called [Storm].

At that time, he only felt that the world was going to end.

tread--

As he stepped onto the second step of the stairs, another wind blade appeared.

There was a trace of blood on his cheek.

"Harry?!" Hermione couldn't help but worry, she saw the blood falling with her own eyes.

"Are you going to take a look?" Harry turned around and said.

Draco looked at the blood on Harry's face and stared at the easy smile for a moment.

Then, he stepped onto the stairs.

"I must have gone further than you." He showed a provocative smile and walked up the four or five steps.

The next moment, a sound like a killing pig appeared.

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Harry shook his head and took a few more steps to pass Draco.

Tsk-tsk-

The wind kept blowing, leaving blood stains on his body.

"Aren't you in pain?" Draco covered his arm, which was bleeding profusely at the moment, with a look of pain on his face.

Harry glanced at him and didn't understand why Draco was so energetic when fighting the Death Eaters and yelling like a child now.

With that said, he continued to walk up.

The stone beast slowly closed the door, and the light in the corridor became even darker.

Draco, who was half-crouching, suddenly saw a figure walking up from beside him.

That's Hermione.

"You." Draco gritted his teeth and raised his wand.

"Armor protection——"

An invisible armor appeared in front of him, and then he took a deep breath and headed upward again.

The principal's office is on the eighth floor. Going up from the third floor, it's about twenty meters high.

There are hundreds of stairs.

Every step of the stairs was almost filled with a wind that was more violent than before.

And every time you pass twenty steps, the overall difficulty will increase again.

When he reached the twenty-first level, a sudden force of gravity almost made Draco kneel down accidentally.

By the time he reached the forty-level level, Draco's armor protection was gradually failing, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead. Layers of phantoms began to appear around him.

It seemed that pairs of eyes appeared on the surrounding walls, staring at him.

He looked up, and it seemed that those eyes corresponded to people he knew.

Through these pairs of eyes, he seemed to see familiar people standing in front of him, staring at him closely.

"Just some bloody eyes" scoffed Draco.

However, he didn't notice that Hermione in front had slowed down.

As he continued to walk upward, the power in those eyes gradually deepened.

"Draco, look at how stupid you are now."

"Who?!" He suddenly roared and looked around.

But he saw the confused looks of the two people above him.

"Auditory hallucinations." Harry whispered: "This occurs above level sixty."

"Level 60?" Draco looked at his feet in disbelief. His face was bloodless and his body was covered in blood. Only his face was pale and his eyes were drooping weakly.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Then why weren't you affected?"

"Me?" Harry showed a bitter smile: "I have been looked at by all kinds of eyes since I was born, and I am used to it."

As he spoke, he turned his head and continued walking upward.

Draco looked at his back and bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.

"Who isn't?"

With that said, he took another step.

However, he still underestimated the aggressiveness of the whispers in his ears. At some point, a revolving door of scenes gradually began to appear in front of his eyes.

At some point, he also got down on all fours and started climbing like a wild dog.

"Look at how stupid you are now."

There are questions, gentle whispers, and comfort in my ears.

Only he was not allowed to continue upward.

"Get out! Get out of here!!" He roared angrily as he climbed up.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw a line of blood words appearing in front of his eyes.

"All eyes are on me, Mom"

A very ugly line of characters.

Even at this time, Draco still sneered.

"This word is really ugly."

Thinking about it, he pointed his finger under this line of bloody words.

"You're a loser who only calls mommy."

Then, continue climbing up.

Cha——

A gust of wind blew half of his nails open.

"Damn"

After cursing secretly, he continued walking upward.

However, soon, he saw the same line of blood words again.

"All eyes are on me, Mom."

"Already delirious?" Draco muttered to himself.

However, he soon noticed a line of words that was even more twisted.

"So - I want them to look at me."

"this guy"

This time, Draco didn't sneer.

Thinking about it, he raised his head and wanted to go up and see what else the guy had written.

Soon, he saw the third line of blood words.

"The professor asked me what I wanted to do."

"I didn't know that at the time."

Draco smiled, stretched out his finger that had his fingernails ripped off just now, and continued writing.

"waste."

After making his comments, he continued to climb upward.

Soon, line five.

"I don't know now."

“I know I enjoyed their cheers, though.”

Not long after, line six.

The word "blood" appears more and more frequently.

"I want to be like Harry Potter."

Line 7.

"The stone beast said that there is no need for any intelligence here, you only need to embark on a path called [Suffering]."

Line 8.

"I'm not smart. No matter how hard I try, I can't beat Malfoy."

Line 9.

"Maybe this is my only chance."

Draco weakly raised his hand and continued climbing upwards.

But he touched a robe.

"You really can't bear it anymore." A smile appeared on the corners of his chapped lips, drawing blood.

He raised his head, his pupils flickering.

Turns out, it's not Harry Potter.

It's Ron.

This guy was also lying on the steps like him.

As if dead.

"Hey, are you okay?" Draco climbed up two more steps and came to Ron's side.

"If you are about to die, you might as well give me the body to use." He said weakly: "Help me become the [Emperor], it will be the best use of it."

"Go away!" Ron's extremely weak voice appeared.

Draco turned over and lay down on the steps.

"Ah, those two guys have already gone up." He said.

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Ron didn't reply, and Draco didn't know whether it was because he ran out of energy or simply didn't want to face this reality.

Maybe it's the latter.

Who knows?

"I have to apologize to you," Draco said suddenly.

"What?" Ron whispered, stretched out his hand, grabbed another step, and pulled his body up.

"You're not useless," Draco said.

"Didn't you apologize?" Ron seemed to have some doubts in his words.

Draco was silent for a moment, then returned to the tone of talking to an idiot: "That's just pretending. Can't you tell the difference?"

Ron was silent again, stretched out his hand, and wanted to go up a level, but he didn't have the strength to pull himself up again.

"But today, I do apologize to you." He continued.

"good"

"It looks like your vocabulary is severely lacking," Draco muttered.

"You too." Ron stopped trying to climb up.

His body began to twitch.

"Crying?" Draco said with a smile, glanced at him, and then continued to lie down.

"I had to bear the pressure just now and climb here under the gaze of everyone outside, only to be overtaken by that guy. It's not a good feeling for me either."

Ron still didn't answer him, and seemed to be in an extremely bad mood.

"Maybe you can communicate with Neville. He understands this state of mind." Draco said with a smile.

"Shut up," Ron said.

The next moment, a ray of light appeared on him.

Some small wounds began to heal, and an unknown force gradually surged out of his limbs.

He looked down in surprise, only to see that annoying guy lighting himself with a wand.

"Go" said Draco.

"I have enjoyed enough cheers. I, Draco Malfoy, have been watched by everyone since I was born."

"Lady Luck, you can't make the pain in my body any easier."

Ron looked at Draco below in horror, with confusion on his face.

But he saw Draco tapping his wand on him again.

"This is my last magic power." He said.

"Go and show Harry Potter that a fool like you can be one step ahead of him - to the top."

Ron looked at Malfoy, then gradually stood up and climbed upwards.

"Thanks. This is really the only chance for a fool like me."

"Go ahead." Draco waved his hand and threw the wand away, not bothering to pick it up again.

"You owe me a favor." He said, "By the way, tell Harry to give me the Moon Card."

"Um"

After a moment, Ron's figure disappeared.

Draco looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

"It really hurts."

"Can't bear it anymore"

The next moment, his entire body disappeared from the spot along with the wand not far away.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw before him was the corridor on the third floor.

"Sure enough." Draco smiled bitterly, feeling the injuries on his body.

Most of the previous feeling of being on the verge of death has disappeared, but many wounds that were deep enough to show bone are still on the body, and there are very deep cuts.

"During the mission, there will only be [punishment], not the elimination of warriors."

He stood up easily, picked up the wand, loosened the muscles and bones, and made a crackling sound, and blood was squeezed out from several wounds.

He really didn't want to climb anymore and couldn't climb anymore.

Might as well sell a favor.

Of course, that doesn't mean that what he just said was all pretense.

At least he was sincere when he called Ron a fool.

"Are you out?" The stone beast looked at him, seemingly satisfied with Draco's embarrassment.

"I can't crawl anymore." Draco said easily, "Besides, you don't tell the truth."

"What I say is always the truth." Stone Beast said: "In this world, you can do anything, and so can I.

If you want to get something out of me, I can just choose to tell you half of it. "

Draco looked at the person in front of him and seemed to think that such words were not said by the stone beast.

But the professor.

"Okay, Professor," he said deliberately.

The stone beast smiled and shook his head.

This gesture made Draco even more certain that this was the professor.

Unexpectedly, the stone beast smiled and said softly: "We are just a trace of his thoughts."

Draco fell silent.

The stone beast continued: "If you can enter the expo hall, you may be able to obtain [the world]."

After a moment, Draco shook his head.

"I can't beat him."

The stone beast smiled helplessly and stopped talking.

Draco's expression gradually turned cold as he looked at the silent stone beast.

He thought about the conversation he had just had with Ron.

What would happen if dad found out?

As he thought, the auditory hallucination that just appeared in his ears came to his mind involuntarily.

"Draco, look at that idiot of yours."

"You don't deserve to be called Malfoy!"

He was lost in thought.

At the same time, I heard footsteps appearing behind me.

"The Major Arcana finally appeared here."

"There's someone there."

"It's from Hogwarts."

"Hey, that Slytherin, the cards are on you, right?!"

With the tip of his tongue in his mouth, Draco turned his head and looked at the two men and one woman who appeared behind him.

They are all from Beauxbatons.

"I've decided." Draco said, facing the three people.

Or maybe, I'm not talking to them.

But I am talking to myself.

"My father's name is Lucius Malfoy. But at the same time, he is also called Lucius II."

"Lucius is the name of the ancestor of the Malfoy family."

He clicked his tongue and shook his head: "I think it's a bit outdated."

"I hope that in the future, there will be a Draco II, III, or IV among my descendants. I will become synonymous with Malfoy."

"When everyone mentions this surname, they will and can only think of me first."."

The three people frowned, inexplicably feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere around them.

At the same time, Malfoy's robe began to twist, forming tentacles.

"Enough!!" A magic spell was fired towards his face.

The next moment, a robe tentacle suddenly appeared in front of Draco and turned into stone, directly blocking the curse.

Then, the robe gradually fell off, revealing an extremely arrogant smile.

"I am the right, I am the glory!"

The robed snake suddenly attacked several people.

"I'm Slytherin!"

His body gradually rose and he was suspended in mid-air, looking down at the three people.

"I am - Malfoy!!"