Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In December, the temperature in Su Highland dropped again.

When you come back from school and enter the warm castle, a thick layer of mist will appear on your glasses.

Hagrid thought his coat was not warm enough, so he put on his skunk-skin coat again.

For this reason, he sprayed the clothes with extremely strong perfume.

It makes the children in class miserable.

Harry and his team had to work hard to help him get rid of the fragrant and ugly smell on his clothes.

It was then that they discovered that Hagrid had sewn these damn skunk skins into clothes without even removing the odor glands.

I don’t know how he could bear it.

Maybe it's because we've become accustomed to staying together for a long time?

Harry thought maybe this was the answer.

Because——Hagrid is doing this kind of thing to the students now.

While he was talking about normal magical creatures, he placed the snails not far from the classroom.

It seems to familiarize children with the existence of this thing.

While Hagrid was telling the story of the Thestrals, the Blast-Ended Skrewts were killing each other and spraying acid.

The acid fell on the corner of Lavender's clothes, burning a big hole and emitting a strong stench, which could not be repaired with a spell.

This makes many young wizards stay away from it.

Draco and Harry made a bet on how long it would take before Hagrid would let them actually get their hands on this damn thing.

Draco said a month.

Harry felt like a month and a half.

Ron thinks it will be after the second project.

Hermione said it was possible that their final exams would have something to do with it.

Anyway, no one said Hagrid wouldn't let them have access to the Blast-Ended Skrewts.

They had little hope.

After Care of Magical Creatures, they were going to Potions.

The "good news" is that Professor Snape was very unhappy that Slytherin did not get the [Demon] card.

He considers it a humiliation!

For Slytherin, there is no more favoritism in the past.

Especially with Harry Potter.

He thought that Harry took so many cards and only gave up [Demon], which was entirely intentional.

Let "Devil Snape" be beaten by those Durmstrang guys and take the Demon Card by force.

simply.

"You're being smart again, aren't you?" Snape watched gloomily as Harry squeezed out the juice from the sage root and put it into the cauldron.

In the book, it says to cut into small pieces.

"Do you think you can control the chemical reaction of the potion after accelerating the juice release? I would like to see -"

"Well, it stands to reason that after the accelerated juice is released, the crucible must be stirred more quickly to allow the potion to be fully absorbed."

Harry explained while quickly turning the crucible three times to the left and three times to the right.

The book says to make five turns to the left.

Soon, the liquid in the crucible turned the lavender color mentioned in the book.

Exactly the same.

Snape's brows furrowed into a frown, looking even more unhappy. The corner of his mouth raised: "I want to see how long your cleverness can last!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand. There was a small burn scar there, which seemed to indicate that he had liked this before, but had suffered an accident.

But Harry didn't get the idea.

He knew he was just imitating the Half-Blood Prince.

This unknown gentleman has a good status in his heart, and he has a humble attitude towards learning from him.

He firmly believes that only in this way can he continue to make progress.

On the second Thursday of December, it was Transfiguration class.

"Potter! Draco! Can you please calm down a little for me?"

All the little wizards' eyes were focused on where Harry and Draco were sitting.

This lesson is about turning a guinea fowl into a guinea pig.

At this moment, what was on Harry's desk could no longer be said to be a living thing.

Instead, it was a grotesque creature with chicken wings, but Harry tried hard to turn it into a mammal.

A flying squirrel?

Maybe.

Draco, on the other hand, was turning the poor chicken left and right, seemingly with great ease.

But the two of them really didn't pay attention to the class.

Just when Professor McGonagall was about to say something else - bang! !

Over at Seamus, black smoke rose.

"Finigan!!" Professor McGonagall whispered.

After a while.

"That concludes today's lesson.

Finnigan, I'll ask the kitchen to do a little extra work and bring this poor guinea fowl you blew up to your table. "Professor McGonagall helplessly carried a blackened dead chicken. The feathers of the chicken still smelled of black smoke and burning.

"Sorry, Professor." Seamus rubbed his head in embarrassment.

And on the blackboard behind Professor McGonagall, there was homework written on it.

"Try to give an example: How to adjust the transfiguration technique when making a cross-species transformation."

Hermione eagerly copied her homework into her notebook, while Draco had a sad look on his face.

His current level of transfiguration was basically based on his own practice.

theory?

That’s just not understanding at all.

What's more, Professor McGonagall's assignments all required a long length, and he felt that even if he were to edit it, it would be difficult for him to edit such a long one.

"Harry, please come up here." Professor McGonagall said, "There is still an hour until get out of class ends. I know what you are thinking, but I'm sorry, get out of class is not going to end early today."

Harry walked up doubtfully.

"Stand still first." McGonagall held Harry's shoulders and waved the wand.

The next moment, the floor shook.

Scenes like this inevitably remind the little wizards of what Professor Mu En often does, asking them to catch and train magic spells.

After a while, the Transfiguration Classroom became even larger.

At the same time, there was also a huge gramophone, and the copper-colored morning glory was extremely huge, already as tall as a person.

"Harry, can you please debug this?" Professor McGonagall asked: "Moon said you can play with this big guy."

"Okay." Harry nodded and walked towards the huge gramophone.

Professor McGonagall turned around and began to direct the men and women to separate and sit on the left and right sides of the classroom.

"What is this going to do?" Ron looked confused.

Draco smiled and said, "Weasley, you should sit across from me."

"ah?"

"That's right." Draco nodded: "Because then you will wear a skirt!"

At the same time, Professor McGonagall also stood in the middle.

"There has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament. That is the Yule Ball. This is a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests. I hope you can all leave a wonderful memory here.

This will not violate the original intention of the Triwizard Tournament and the exchange between the three schools.

The prom is only open to seniors—but you can invite a junior to attend if you wish. "

Lavender Brown let out a harsh giggle, and next to her, Parvati touched her, suppressing a laugh herself.

Then, the two set their sights on Harry.

Harry had the big gramophone set up so that he could relax with music at any time.

"When the time comes, you have to put on your formal robes. I believe you are all ready. Of course, there is still time to prepare.

The dance will be held in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and will end at twelve o'clock. This is also the rare time when Hogwarts extends its curfew. "

Professor McGonagall looked at the students, looking at the disapproving smiles or the fights between them.

"I don't want you to be just yelling baboons at the dance!

It would be very sad if someone brought disgrace to their school or college in some way, which is why we are taking this class now! "

With that said, she motioned for Harry to start playing music.

Then, melodious tunes appeared throughout the classroom.

For the remaining half of the class, Professor McGonagall was teaching them simple ceremonial dance steps.

After class,

Ron's face was equally uncomfortable: "I can't dance at all, I..."

He thought about his robe. Oh my God, it would be horrible to wear that thing.

"I can lend you a suit of clothes." Harry said, "I have plenty of formal clothes anyway."

"Thank God, Harry." Ron breathed a sigh of relief: "If I really go up there wearing that thing, Fred George will keep talking about it until he dies."

Harry nodded, his expression a bit ugly, and his internal organs seemed to be twitching.

He didn't expect the Warriors to perform the opening dance in front of everyone's attention.

He's never done anything like this.

Simply

He could accept everyone watching him duel with Kerry, with spells flying and blood splattering. The giant dragon roared in the sky, itself covered in the miserable colors left by the flames.

At that time, fists would hit the face, causing facial expressions to distort, and saliva and blood to form in the mouth.

Not elegant, not handsome.

But - that's definitely better than having everyone watch you dance.

Especially now that he has to find a dance partner.

With very few students leaving school this year, it was a great event and everyone chose to stay.

As he spoke, a group of girls walked past him. They looked at the boys in front of them, the "fourth grade warriors" who had made a big splash in the first event.

"How can we seize the opportunity when they're alone and ask that damn question?" Ron asked.

Neville also felt distressed: "Why do girls like to walk together and go to the bathroom together?"

With that said, they both turned their attention to Draco.

"How would I know." Draco glanced at them with disgust: "I don't go to the bathroom with them."

As he said that, he looked at Harry strangely.

He didn't even know what Harry was worried about.

Are you pretending to be stupid?

Or are you deceiving yourself and not thinking about that person subjectively?

"Harry, don't worry, someone will come find you." Ron also noticed the expression on Harry's face and comforted him.

In fact, what Ron said was confirmed over the weekend.

A third-year girl came to Harry while he was walking in the corridor.

She pawed her fingers in front of her and asked Harry nervously, wanting to invite him to the ball.

Harry had never even spoken to this girl before.

Without a second thought he refused.

Time passed slowly, and he had to let himself put his mind elsewhere.

For example, carving a rune on your own bones.

This was his first real attempt at getting to the bottom of things.

He decided to use the death charm that Uncle Mu En left for him.

If successful, he will gain a big killer weapon.

The anchor point is chosen on your own finger.

At that time, he will have the real [Finger of Death].

After finishing this subject, he planned to operate on his eyes.

Before each battle, he had to add an adhesion spell to his glasses and a defog spell to the lenses, which was really inconvenient.

Slytherin, dormitory, in a box beside the bed.

He aimed his eyes at his left index finger, connected it to the life-support tube, and his fingers and palms were covered with runes.

Then, he slowly peeled off his finger skin like a banana.

The ten fingers were connected to the heart, and the extremely sensitive nerves in the fingers began to continuously transmit tsunami-like pain to his brain.

This was a kind of severe pain that had not appeared when he engraved the flying rune on his back before.

He took a deep breath, held his breath, and began to try to engrave the rune.

After a while, black began to spread on his index finger bone.

"Damn it!"

He stood up suddenly, adjusted the input of the life-support potion, and the wizard's hand turned into a thread, tightly wrapped around the base of the finger to prevent the death energy from being contaminated by blood or other things and spreading.

At the same time, he quickly sutured the wound.

After a while, a dry finger appeared on his left hand. This finger was like a mummy. Because the muscles lost water and shrank, it twisted into a chicken claw shape involuntarily.

However, he was not disappointed.

The reason why he chose fingers was because he had ten fingers, right?

There was nothing to regret.

Thinking of this, he staggered and climbed out of the box.

He happened to meet Draco in the lounge.

Draco was sitting opposite Astoria at this time, and whispered: "Astoria, I wonder if I can invite you to participate in the Hogwarts dance?"

Astoria was stunned for a moment, then gathered her golden hair.

"Of course." She nodded with some joy.

After a while, the two walked out of the lounge.

"I thought you would invite Fleur." Harry said.

Draco was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I did think so at first, after all, I think there are not many people in this school who can resist her charm."

As he said, he seemed to have seen the scene of Ron inviting Fleur.

I want to laugh just thinking about it.

"What about you? Who are you going to invite?" Draco asked.

"I don't know."

As he was talking, a fifth-year Slytherin girl came over and spoke openly.

"Potter, can I invite you to the dance?"

Harry opened his mouth, then shook his head and smiled, "Sorry, I already have a partner."

"Oh" a flash of disappointment appeared on the girl's face, and she nodded, "It seems that I am late, I wish you a happy Christmas dance."

"You too." Harry nodded.

Then, several people passed by.

"Kelly is really nice, open and polite." Draco whispered.

He knew that what Harry said just now was just a coping word.

"She is half a head taller than me." Harry said embarrassedly.

"What's the big deal?" Draco smiled. "So do you plan to take the initiative to invite someone to be your dance partner?"

"I" Harry hesitated, then shook his head. "Not yet."

"I think so." Draco said, "You have to hurry up. Remember what Kelly said just now - I'm late!

If you're late too, be careful, be careful to watch the girl you love holding hands with others and dancing.

Then, the man's hand will be around her waist.

She will lie down slowly.

Their eyes will intertwine, full of love.

Then, under the guidance of soothing music, their faces gradually approach, and finally-"

The next moment, in the dark corridor under Slytherin.

Bang--

The sound of air swirling exploded.

Draco tilted his head again, and the person who was standing next to him just now had disappeared.

Draco smiled smugly and shook his head.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so anxious?"