Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On the first night of Christmas, the snow was extremely exaggerated.

Almost burying the entire Shrieking Shack.

Without the cleaning staff, the previously stacked piles of snow were too lazy to be cleaned, and with the heavy snowfall, the entire Screaming Shack was almost buried.

"Lucifer, snow! Bake the snow!" Mu En shouted lazily.

"There are many gift boxes outside." Lucifer emerged from the fire sleepily. After saying this, he escaped again, stirring up the gray ashes.

"Oh, right." Mu En finally reacted.

Then he had to push the door open, and his body gradually began to flow.

He will not vaporize the form.

But it will hydrate the body.

After a while, he reappeared outside the door.

Cleared the snow and moved all the gifts inside.

Looking at the pile of gifts piled in the corner of the living room, which was already as tall as him, I couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Most of them should be gifts from students.

Then there should be some people from the Cat Party in the Ministry of Magic, as well as colleagues in the school.

Tutting helplessly, he took out his wand and pointed it at the kitchen.

A sound of ringing bells came from the kitchen, and not long after, a strange tauren came out of it.

It's a cut of beef, a tenderloin that's been in the freezer.

"Unpack everything, put it in categories, and make a list of the corresponding gift givers."

"Moo~"

The old cow barked and started working.

Mu En turned around and left Moonlight Castle.

After a while, he arrived at Moonlight Castle.

After eating school breakfast, saying hello to a group of excited students, he returned to the office and chatted nonchalantly with Sindel until after nine o'clock in the morning, he got up again.

We arrived at an empty classroom on the fourth floor.

I also heard the melodious music coming from the classroom.

He gently pushed the door open and looked at the students who were in their prime years inside, playing music quietly and not making any sound, just listening quietly.

Until the song is finished.

"That's right, kids." He clapped his hands.

Only then did several children in the classroom realize that the professor had arrived and greeted him repeatedly.

"It looks like you are well prepared." Mu En smiled.

"Of course." The pianist smiled and tapped his thumb on his chest: "This is the job we finally stole from the weird sisters."

"Facts have proved that we [Speed ​​Cat Band] are no worse than the Weird Sisters." Mu En clapped her hands.

"Your performance is absolutely classic, and it will definitely open your eyes today."

In fact, Dumbledore did consider the Weird Sisters at the beginning. To be honest, there are not many entertainment stars like this in the wizarding world. A ghost dance group, a Weird Sisters rock band, and a wizard choir.

Considering the restless nature of the little wizards, before Moon came, Hogwarts had always been one of the weird sisters' best partners.

But now, Dumbledore, including Moon, obviously also intends to give these children more opportunities to show themselves - in non-magical fields.

So after some discussions with students, such a [Speed ​​Cat Band] appeared.

Tonight's party will also be their first appearance.

This is why, on this early morning, when everyone is indulging in the good time of opening gifts, so many students appear in this classroom.

"Professor, can we practice another piece?" the violinist asked.

"What do you mean?"

"all?"

"Of course." Mu En nodded: "That's why I'm here, friends."

At noon, auditorium.

Harry and several friends gathered together again.

"You look happy?" Harry looked at Hermione with a frown, the expressions on their faces were completely different.

"Yes." Hermione nodded repeatedly.

"After sharing my advice and experience with Professor Lupin, I have now solved the biggest problem of our House Elf Rights Promotion Association."

"For example?" Draco asked excitedly.

"For example, our promotion association has been cancelled." Hermione said, "Don't worry, you will never have to worry about this matter again."

Hearing this, Ron and Neville were both surprised, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed - this thing is really torture.

Its cancellation is great news.

"I convinced Professor Dumbledore, with the funds we had before, those Sickles.

I convinced the professor to use the money to give each of the house elves a sleeve as a Christmas gift. "

"You gave them something??" Draco said in disbelief: "This is more uncomfortable than killing them."

"That's right." Hermione nodded clearly. Giving house elf clothes would be considered expulsion, and she had known this for a long time.

"So, I deliberately asked Professor Dumbledore to give them sleeves, a piece of clothing for work. And in the name of a Christmas gift, I forced them to accept it."

Ron frowned and said, "I don't understand. What's the point of this? Does it make them work faster?"

"No, of course not." Hermione shook her head seriously: "I want to change their minds, well, subtly." Hermione said.

"This is going to be a long-term job, and I really don't have to bother you anymore.

As long as their thoughts change, they will fight for all justice themselves. That is a matter of time. "

"Oh." Draco nodded in amazement: "How thorough are you? Who taught you the experience? Only Professor Lupin?"

"Uh, Professor Jones." Hermione said, "The central idea was told to me by Professor Jones.

But that’s what I understood after several conversations with Professor Lu Ping.

You know, Jones taught him.

I'm not saying this is bad, but he always likes to say violent words mixed with other things. Then, let us understand the truth or logic he wants to express. "

"That's true." Draco nodded in agreement.

After Hermione finished talking about her happiness, she turned to look at Harry.

"What about you?" She was a little confused: "You don't seem to be in a good mood."

"Really?" Harry quietly shrank his left hand.

Now, due to the repeated failures of the Finger of Death, his entire left hand has turned into a chicken claw.

Including the palms, they were all dry and chapped. If you only looked at the hands, you might think he was a mummy.

Looking at his whole body, one would think that he is a living corpse pretending to be a human being.

Honestly, he thought his zombie-like hands would ruin the Yule Ball.

He'd spent the morning still not getting those damn finger joints to move naturally.

"No, I'm not worried about anything." Harry smiled naturally.

"It's really nothing, he's just worried about the mountains of Christmas gifts sent by the girls in his dormitory, as sweet as honey and as thick as milk." Draco said with a bad smile.

"Honestly, if it were me, I would also be very distressed. People can't tell whether it is Christmas or Valentine's Day——"

Harry snapped his fingers, and Draco's mouth twisted shut.

He could only say helplessly: "You'd better shut up."

After lunch, he had to reject Ron's snowball invitation and instead went to Mu En's office to ask for help.

He didn't want tonight's dance to be ruined by this chicken claw.

Hermione planned to go to the kitchen to find out the reactions of the house elves after receiving the sleeves.

She no longer expected these guys to accept it readily.

She felt that if a quarter of the elves here could put the sleeves on their hands, it would be considered a success.

In the afternoon, after solving the hand problem, Harry came to Hogwarts and joined the snowball fight.

After six o'clock in the evening, they could no longer see the snowball clearly, so they had to return to the castle and start preparing for the banquet.

Harry also got a formal suit for Ron.

Slytherin lounge, in the boys' dormitory.

Draco arranged his temples solemnly and rubbed his hair with hairspray.

He always wants to take care of every strand of hair so that it sticks to his scalp like a soldier in the army, without them sticking up at all.

Harry had to remind him: "Do you know that doing this will make you bald early?"

"Will it?" Draco suddenly raised his head, his hands still stained with a lot of hair mud.

"Yes, definitely." Harry said, "I have been given rigorous training in choosing toiletries to ensure that I will not use defective products that will damage my hair!"

Draco thought about Moon's beautiful and soft hair, and suddenly felt that he should believe Harry's words.

To be precise, I believe in the professionalism of Mu En behind Harry when it comes to hair.

Harry grabbed a little bit of hair mud to ensure that his hair would not be too flat.

Instead, he prefers his hair to be dry and fluffy.

"You still have a lot to learn." He tied the tie around his waist and fastened a ruby ​​tie clip.

"Tie? It's so tasteless. Guess who will be dressed up like you today? Percy Weasley, who is following the Ministry of Magic official!" Draco sneered and straightened his bow tie.

In fact, the family prepared a set of velvet robes for him, but he still chose the same one as Harry. Well... how should I put it? Muggle attire? !

All in all, he thought this would be better.

Of course, he also has his own opinions on such Muggle attire.

Harry couldn't help but say: "You are too fancy, my friend."

"You are too rigid." Draco also smiled.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, and then had to beg a little awkwardly: "Um, Draco, can you help me tie my bow tie?"

"Well, Harry, how do I put on this sling? Help me, please."

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After seven o'clock, the group left the lounge and walked upwards.

The entrance hall was crowded with students, milling back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock to arrive, when the doors to the auditorium would open.

Some people want to meet their dance partners from other colleges, so they squeeze through the crowd sideways, looking for each other among the colorful ceremonial robes.

Ron walked down from the top with Parvati. To be honest, after Ron cleaned it up, he was quite handsome. Parvati and her sister were called the most beautiful sisters in the fourth grade by many people.

She really looks like a talented man and a beautiful woman.

It would have been better if Ron hadn't winced and his face was red and hot.

Of course, Harry wasn't paying attention to this.

"Where's Hermione?" he asked.

Parvati held Ron's arm, covered her mouth with her other hand and chuckled, "You can't wait, Harry."

"No way." Harry said awkwardly, "That's why she is here."

"She is still upstairs." Parvati said: "She is trying to make some small adjustments. Well, to be honest, you are very handsome today. It makes my changes to Hermione, my sister, worthwhile."

"Thank you." Harry nodded, then looked up the stairs.

After a while, a figure appeared.

He looked nervously.

Then Luna and Neville came down.

"All right."

He waved to Neville with some disappointment, and decided to stand aside first rather than blocking the road here.

"The time is almost up." Draco said as he brought Astoria to Harry's side.

"There's no rush." ​​Harry leaned against the porch pillar.

"That's true." Draco nodded: "Anyway, the door to the auditorium isn't even there yet—"

Suddenly, his words stopped and he looked behind Harry in disbelief.

Harry also turned his head.

Then, he opened his mouth in surprise.

Not only him, but also many students from Hogwarts and even the other two schools were stunned.

They even thought to themselves - who is this woman? Why didn't I have any impression before?

I saw a girl wearing a light purple-blue dress walking slowly down. Her soft and shiny brown hair was pulled back into an elegant bun.

Likewise, she seems to have a completely different aura than before. She is no longer the aura that she used to be buried in books, but is elegant and beautiful? That was all Harry could think of.

The pair of front teeth that were somewhat abrupt in the past have become smaller, making her smile brighter and brighter.

There is no doubt that Hermione became the center of attention instantly.

"Who is her dance partner?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." A boy shook his head blankly: "I don't even know who she is."

Harry passed Draco and walked slowly towards the stairs.

He gave a faint smile, and then slowly raised his hand.

Then, the other hand naturally rested on his palm.

Suddenly, the two people became the focus of the crowd, where everyone's eyes were focused.

Hermione leaned against Harry gently, her face suddenly turning red.

"Sorry." She whispered with a smile: "You know, it takes a lot of effort to adjust it to a suitable size."

"It's perfect." Harry said softly, and then quickly added: "Of course, you were the same before - just like the moon, the only time it was imperfect was when it didn't appear in the night sky.

Other times, it's beautiful.

Same as the quarter moon.

The same goes for the full moon. "