Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Harry and Hermione fled all the way to the hall.

The double oak doors in front of the castle were open. The two walked down the steps, and the fairy lights in the rose garden twinkled.

Already, low shrubs, ornately decorated winding paths and giant stone statues have risen all around. Harry could hear the splashing of water, like a fountain, and occasionally he could see people sitting on carved benches.

"This may be the Beauxbatons style that Fleur said." Harry said, having nothing to say.

But the next moment, he wanted to slap himself again.

‘Why are you mentioning other girls when you have nothing to do? ’

Afterwards, I could only take an embarrassed sip of the butterbeer in my hand.

The two of them walked quietly.

I can only walk so quietly.

Gradually, the cold winter wind blew away the pink mood in the auditorium just now, gradually allowing both of them to calm down.

The awkwardness is no longer so awkward.

On the contrary, even if they just walked together without saying a word, Harry felt extremely relaxed. This non-awkward silence made him feel extremely strange and beautiful.

In fact, he began to hope that the path could be longer, and even longer.

At the same time, he hoped Hermione would think so.

Suddenly, they heard drunken mutterings.

"I saw the future!" the voice said hoarsely and weakly.

"Who is it?" Harry was a little confused and quickened his pace. He didn't want to pry into other people's secrets for no reason.

"It's Professor Trelawney," Hermione whispered.

Harry glanced at Hermione in surprise. They had only taken a little Divination class, but he didn't expect Hermione to still remember the professor's voice.

Not afraid to laugh, Harry couldn't even remember what the professor looked like.

I just remember being a little crazy.

They walked through a bush and saw a tall girl.

Harry remembered this girl. She was one of the warriors and got the [Wheel of Fortune] in the tarot card from the centaurs tribe.

Obviously, the dark figure holding the sherry bottle next to the girl is Professor Trelawney.

"Perhaps she is asking the great soothsayer Cassandra Trelawney's granddaughter about divination." Hermione whispered: "It's a pity that she doesn't know that this professor is only good at talking nonsense and predicting the death of others. ”

Harry didn't know why he wanted to laugh, but he tried his best to hold it back.

He knew from Crabgoyle that as long as he compiled some of his own tragedies for the divination class assignment, he would definitely get high marks.

And Crabgoyle has gone from being "burned by hot soup" at the beginning to now being unable to write anything. He has begun to say that he will be submerged by a tsunami and struck by lightning.

"Let's go," Harry said.

"I have predicted the professor's death, and many, many more." Trelawney's voice continued to appear in a low voice.

It's not that low, she drank too much.

Anyway, Harry could hear it.

And he knew what Trelawney was talking about.

What she predicted was the death of Uncle Moon. At the first duel competition, Professor Trelawney came to watch the game. After drinking too much, she suddenly began to say that she was in the competition held by Uncle Moon. I saw blood and fire, I saw Jones, and some people who could fight against Voldemort died.

Harry's assessment of this was also simple.

Neuropathy.

For this reason, he disliked the professor even more.

"Professor, I remember you had a legendary prophecy about the 'Savior'." The wheel of fortune continued to ask.

Harry and I had already passed by.

Among the rose bushes, the delicate flowers are covered with a little snow, making them look paler and more gorgeous.

Harry and Hermione were sitting by the flower garden, chatting.

After a moment, Harry's ears once again caught a familiar low and hoarse voice.

".Don't see what all the fuss is about, Igor."

"Severus!" Another voice sounded, that was Karkaroff's voice. Harry was extremely confused. Are these two people familiar? But Harry had never seen them exchange a word before.

Harry wanted to take Hermione away, but before he could get up, he decided to continue listening.

Just because of Karkaroff's next words.

"Severus, you can't pretend that nothing happened!" Karkaroff said tremblingly: "The Dark Lord, I feel like he has been to Durmstrang. I almost died.

You know, the reason why I can proudly become the principal now is because I confessed the list of Death Eaters in court. "

"Yes, yes." Snape said impatiently: "It has my name too, doesn't it?

Since you chose betrayal, why is your body trembling now? Were we not prepared back then? "

"No!" Karkaroff said sternly, "I don't want to die, Severus!"

As he spoke, his words softened again.

"Please tell me the secret." He said: "I know you were very favored by the Dark Lord back then because you told him the prophecy.

But look at you, you can still stay here as a professor. The Dark Lord has no intention of liquidating you.

Tell me, tell me this secret I don't want to die. "

"I did not betray the Dark Lord!" Snape said: "I would never have been subject to the so-called liquidation you are talking about - who?!"

Snape waved his wand, and the rose bush suddenly opened to both sides, passing over Harry's hair and heading forward.

Then, two senior students who were kissing passionately were suddenly exposed.

"Ten points deducted from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" Snape said fiercely, and the two people fled in a hurry. Snape's voice was like a ghost asking for his life, chasing them: "Ten points deducted from Hufflepuff, Stebbins!"

However, after this commotion, Snape and Karkaroff no longer had the idea of ​​talking.

The two also separated.

Snape walked towards this side.

Then, he saw a figure.

It was Harry.

"What are you doing sitting here alone, Potter?" A trace of imperceptible panic flashed in Snape's eyes.

"Professor, are you really a Death Eater?" Harry said calmly.

Hermione sat next to Harry, anxiously touching Harry's leather shoes with her feet.

She didn't understand, why Harry refused the Disillusionment Charm she had cast, and wanted to touch Professor Snape's bad luck at this time.

"What does it have to do with you?" Snape growled: "Do you think you are really the Emperor?"

"Oh" Harry opened his hands: "I dare not."

"Slytherin deducts ten points." Snape said, and then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Ten points may not be enough." Harry suddenly spoke.

Snape turned around again and looked at the child who was almost as tall as him when he stood up.

He stood quietly, like an iron rod.

No matter how strong the wind, rain or snow, it can't shake it. It stands between heaven and earth, black, thin, but firm iron rod!

"What do you want to say, Potter?" Snape's face became gloomy.

Harry looked at Snape quietly and asked calmly: "What prophecy?"

"There is no prophecy." Snape growled: "What does it have to do with you? I see that you not only regard yourself as the [Emperor], but also really regard yourself as the [Savior] - Slytherin will deduct another 20 points."

"It's still not enough." Harry shook his head, his eyebrows gradually lowered, darkness shrouded his face, only the sharp eyes were revealed, staring at Snape.

"Is it the 'Savior's Prophecy'?" Harry said.

Then, it was narrated like an aria: "The person with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... He was born at the end of the seventh month... The Dark Lord marked him as a strong enemy, but he has power that the Dark Lord does not understand...

One must die at the hands of the other, because two people cannot both live, only one survives..."

"Enough! Enough!!" Snape walked closer quickly, trying to grab Harry's collar with both hands and lift him up to show his power and anger.

Unexpectedly, Harry just dodged his hand easily with a flash.

However, Harry was no longer so calm.

He looked at Snape in disbelief and sadness, as if he didn't want to believe this answer.

"Really. Is it really you? Is what Karkaroff Karkaroff said true?

Did you really tell Voldemort all this?"

He even hoped that Snape could shake his head and deceive himself now.

But it was too late.

Snape's figure suddenly turned into a black mist, and when he appeared again, he had already grabbed Harry and pointed his wand at his throat.

Harry didn't dodge.

Snape didn't attack either - just as Harry thought.

"Enough!" Snape roared: "Shut up, that's not what you should care about.

Who do you think you are? Do you think you have saved the Hanged Man and you have atonement? Why - why don't you go hang yourself there?

Do you think I will have a good face for you?

Who do you think you are?!!"

Harry didn't even understand why Snape said this.

He just stared at Snape, even though he had been strangled by the throat and was hit against the tree trunk.

The next moment, Snape turned into a black mist again and disappeared.

Then, Harry fell violently in the snow.

Hermione suddenly appeared, her face flushed.

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay?!"

Harry just sat down on the snow, not even bothering to move.

His rare spirit supported himself to smile.

"Hermione, I'm fine." He said softly: "Well, let's stop here tonight, how about it? It's beautiful tonight. I'm sorry I won't take you back to the lounge, that's what I originally thought."

"Harry." Hermione looked at him with a choked sob.

"It's okay." Harry said: "I want to rest here, you go back first."

"Are you really... okay?" Hermione asked.

"Of course." Harry nodded and took a deep breath: "It's just... Tsk... How should I put it... I didn't expect it to be Professor Snape, and then... I need a little time, that's all, just a little time."

"You go back first." Harry just said.

After a moment, facing that stubborn look, Hermione nodded reluctantly.

"Okay"

Then, her back that kept looking back disappeared from Harry's sight.

The next moment, Harry made a hand.

The tree trunk next to him burst and exploded, and the snow curtain fell from the treetop, covering him halfway.

He was too lazy to move.

Just thought, just lie here like this.

Just like this. Take a rest.

He really respected Snape.

He even remembers those warning words when he is about to undergo an Animagus

After an unknown amount of time, the music in the auditorium slowly subsided.

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, making a crunching sound on the soft snow.

Harry came to his senses, exhaled a breath of cold mist, and turned his head with difficulty.

Under the night, a dark figure squatted beside him.

In his hands, he held two wine glasses.

And a bottle of tequila.

"I still have half a bottle of rum here." Mu En said, placing the two cups in the snow, and then sat cross-legged on the snow.

Harry slowly stood up a little.

But I don’t want to say anything.

Just quietly, watching the bright orange liquid fall into the cup.

After a while, two glasses of wine were poured.

"Let's have a drink." Mu En said: "When we are at sea, if we are unhappy, we will drink a glass of rum to warm ourselves up."

Harry pulled his hand out of the snow.

"I've always respected him"

"That's your business." Mu En said.

"My business?" Harry hesitated.

"Yeah." Mu En raised the wine glass: "You don't need to care about others, whether it's me or Dumbledore."

"Okay." Harry nodded hard and picked up the wine glass.

"Clink a glass." Mu En shook the glass.

"for what?"

"Damn fate?" Mu En said meaningfully.

"Uncle Moon, do you also believe in fate?" Harry raised his eyes.

"I don't believe it." Mu En shook his head: "But he does exist in this world."

"Do we all have a destiny?" Harry asked again.

"No." Mu En shook his head: "You all have this damn fate, I don't. But..."

"But what?" Harry asked confused.

"To exist, you must bear it." Mu En said: "Just like a person exists in society, he must bear corresponding social responsibilities."

"Responsibility," Harry murmured.

Actually, he doesn't quite understand.

On the contrary, he wanted to know another answer.

"Uncle Mu En." He said.

"If it is true, can Professor Snape really be regarded as an indirect murderer?"

"That's right." Mu En nodded again.

"Whether it's you, him, or anyone else, they all know the answer.

This answer does not change at all because of subjective feelings and love.

Just like death - death will not bring them back to life just because of how much you miss them and how much you want them to come back! "

"What should I do?" Harry asked again.

"I don't know." Mu En shook the wine glass: "That's your business."

"I know." Harry nodded and raised his glass.

"Then cheers."

"Cheers." Mu En nodded.

"For this damned-fate!"

A crisp sound under the night sky and in the snow.

There was a sudden sound.