Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The next day, Saturday morning.

The dim sky is glowing with blue-purple, and the dots of starlight and the distant morning light may only complement each other for ten minutes, making the beautiful winter morning so rare.

Outside the castle, on the grass.

"So...has your matter been resolved?" Hermione couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Maybe it's solved." Harry said: "Personal ideas and established facts are not always in harmony. Sometimes taking a step back may be the best way."

"Huh~" Hermione let out a long sigh of relief: "To be honest, I'm really worried that you and the professor will..."

"What?" Harry looked at Hermione with interest.

"Some violent means will be used, and there will be some results that no one wants to see."

"For example?" Harry asked with a smile.

"For example, only one of you or Professor Snape can survive." Hermione said bluntly: "You always like to use violence to solve troubles. My idea is indeed possible, right?"

"No." Harry smiled: "Everyone knows that I am an elegant and easy-going person."

Hermione also laughed. At least such an inappropriate joke showed that the other party was in a good mood.

Draco ran past the two of them, showing a helpless expression.

It seems that he hates that iron cannot become steel.

He stopped slowly, pretended to be out of breath, and asked: "So it's about you and Professor Snape? I thought he really cared about the people of the college last night.

But if you think about it carefully, he would only pay attention to someone in the academy for a moment. "

After muttering for a while, he turned to ask: "What on earth is going on?"

"He is the one who reported the prophecy to Voldemort." Harry said simply.

After Draco heard this, his head turned and he understood what was going on.

"Oh, so, he is too"

"It's over." Harry said easily. To be honest, he was a little angry because Snape didn't confront him head-on last night.

But now that I have calmed down, I feel like it was a good experience to beat this professor for nothing.

"Professor Jones gave me a book for Christmas." Draco thought he should change the subject.

He is very successful.

Harry looked at him slowly and slightly stiffly: "He gave you a Christmas present?"

You know, Harry himself doesn't have one.

"That's right." Draco nodded: "A book about the Muggle Industrial Revolution."

"Oh, that's good." Harry said, "What else?"

"Um, no more." Draco said, "It's a good book, but I don't understand what the professor means."

"A history book." Harry nodded: "Maybe you should read it, although I don't understand what Uncle Moon means."

"Maybe he wants you to understand the origins of modern Muggle technology?" Hermione said.

Harry thought it was unlikely. Uncle Moon had never been too lazy to do such popular science matters.

The morning exercise ended quickly, and the group gathered at the dining table to discuss the second project while having breakfast.

"Sports day." Draco said, "It's really hard for me to imagine that we have to be like Muggles, swimming? Track and field? Or something else?"

"If that's the case, isn't it bad?" Ron said while stuffing bread into his mouth: "Anyway, we are running every day."

"I just feel stupid." Draco's spoon stirred a bowl of mushroom soup in the bowl.

Harry wiped his mouth and then said: "The Olympic Games come from ancient Greece and were named because they were held in Olympia.

The ancient Olympic Games had a variety of events. In addition to the races we are familiar with today, there were also events such as gladiatorial combat, wrestling, and chariot racing. "

Draco frowned and looked at Harry seriously.

"Are you imitating Miss Granger's endorsement?"

"."

Harry wanted to slap him.

"Anyway, if Professor Jones says the word games, I can't help but think of ancient Greece, and I think this idea is reasonable."

"Maybe." Draco nodded.

Neville asked with some uncertainty: "But if the content of the Muggle competition is followed, then what is the meaning of magic?

If it's all magic, then it feels like there's still something missing. Something else? "

"A display of ingenuity?" said Harry.

"That's right!" Neville nodded: "Harry, I knew you understood what I wanted to say."

Harry smiled and then explained: "I don't know either, but we have Tarot status, right, it must be useful. It won't be a simple competition.

And in the ancient Olympic Games, there were various literary competitions, poetry, drama, art, etc., which also promoted cultural exchanges between various city-states. "

"It seems to be a big project." Ron shrank his neck, he was a little scared, he knew very well that his promotion qualification was given away.

"You have the strength to advance." Neville reassured him.

"Maybe," said Ron.

After breakfast, Harry said goodbye to everyone and returned to his box.

The curse was flowing on his fingertips. After more than ten days of recovery, his left hand finally returned to normal yesterday.

This was originally prepared for the battle with Snape, but unfortunately it was not used.

Two days later.

The first class in the morning was Charms. Today's class was very simple - or so it seemed to Harry.

At least he could barely cope with it even if both of his hands turned into pitch black and mummified chicken feet.

"Potter, I really suggest you go to the infirmary," Professor Flitwick said.

"It's okay, Professor." Harry quickly defended himself: "It was just a little accident."

As he spoke, his sleeves turned into bandages and he wrapped the wand around the inside of his wrist.

Just like a hidden blade.

Entering the infirmary is easy, but leaving the infirmary is difficult.

Today's lesson is about the opposite spell of the Flying Mantra.

Banishing Curse.

Professor Flitwick considered for a long time between sponge and iron, and finally recognized Seamus' strength and asked him to only use sponges to practice spells.

Sponge is really susceptible to banishing spells because it's so light.

But it won't hurt anyone after it's blown up.

"I think he made the right decision," Draco snickered.

"I think so," Harry responded quietly.

He felt that Seamus really might be able to explode that piece of iron.

By then, the entire classroom would be littered with corpses.

Just as he was talking - with a bang, a piece of sponge was stuck on Harry's face.

"Mr. Finnigan." Professor Flitwick's face turned purple.

The next moment, Ron accidentally expelled an extremely valuable thing - Professor Flitwick himself.

The whole classroom suddenly became messy.

Harry and Draco took advantage of this gap to play a little experiment.

"You come and banish me," Draco said. "See if this can be used as an offensive spell."

The next moment, Draco flew out directly.

But it was quickly resolved by him using a rapid fall and slow down spell.

"It feels normal." He said, and then used the transformation technique to conjure a knife: "Then let me try this."

Then, he cast a banishing spell on the knife, and the knife shot towards Harry quickly.

Harry quickly turned his robe into a shield in front of him, but was still pierced.

"This works." Draco said excitedly: "If I reserve a blasting spell on it."

"Let me try to expel your organs." Harry also said excitedly: "Try to expel your heart directly from the chest, so that I can kill you directly."

"Good idea!" Draco nodded.

"That's enough, you two!" Hermione shouted loudly: "You can't always learn spells with the idea of ​​killing someone."

Draco whistled guiltily and left.

Harry shook his head firmly: "Hermione, I have never thought of it this way."

"Oh, whose notebook is secretly wondering whether it is possible to define certain creatures as 'garbage' and then use a cleaning spell to erase them?"

"This is impossible, Hermione." Harry said seriously: "Living creatures cannot be defined as garbage. Cleaning spells cannot work, but they can be used to clean the body, that is, to remove dirt from the body."

Hermione's eyebrows were raised: "Have you really studied it?!"

Harry also whistled and left.

Inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Soft little tunes were slowly flowing in the office. Sindel was sitting in a corner of the office, reading "Grimm's Fairy Tales" with gusto.

In the center of the office, Moon was holding a copy of "The Quibbler" in his hand, and opposite him, Scrimgeour and Rita Skeeter were sitting at attention.

This scene is really weird. "The Quibbler" is said to be a devil's magazine, but in fact it is an anti-intellectual joke magazine.

In the name of playing devil's advocate, he seriously said those ridiculous remarks to make everyone laugh.

For example, a previous article stated that Sirius had never been in prison and that his true identity was the lead singer of a Muggle rock band.

Moon had seen it, and Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of the magazine, said that Sirius was the lead singer of Led Zeppelin.

Because of this joke, Mu En gave Sirius a Led Zeppelin vinyl record for Christmas this year.

Of course, Mu En is not looking at this magazine as a template for jokes.

The main story of this issue of the magazine is simple.

"Same dream incidents have occurred across the UK. According to reporters' interviews, we found that everyone is dreaming about a small island.

The island in the dream has a group of dilapidated ancient Greek-style buildings. In the center of the island is a huge oak tree like a world tree.

The editor believes that this may be Atlantis. It is reported that Atlantis was first known to people in Plato's book "The Republic".

Perhaps Atlantis was never in the sea of ​​reality, but in the sea of ​​dreams. Now, he has surfaced. "

Mu En slowly closed the magazine, and then looked at the two people sitting in front of him.

"So what do you mean by coming here?"

"This is true." Rita said quickly: "Mr. Jones, what is recorded above should be true. The editorial department of the Daily Prophet has received many letters about this matter before.

But at the time I thought it was just a group prank, and we already had enough coverage because of the Triwizard Tournament.

So I didn't take the letters to heart until..."

"Until what?" Mu En raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Rita bit her lip: "Until...I had this dream myself."

Moon was silent for a moment. To be honest, he knew where the dream was pointing to.

"Avalon." Moon said softly.

"What?"

"The destination of the dream is Avalon, the legendary land of the dead." Moon remembered the woman he had seen in Avalon before.

The nymphs of ancient Greece and the lake fairies in Celtic culture guarded the last existence of Avalon.

Vivian!

"That is indeed Atlantis." Moon said.

Rita Skeeter's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Jones, does dreaming about this thing have any special meaning?"

"No." Moon shook his head: "At least I don't know."

Rita heard what Moon said, and her heart was raised for no reason.

"Could it be that I am going to die?" She said fearfully.

It seems to be a very normal thing for a dying person to see the place after death as a sign.

"It shouldn't be." Mu En shook his head: "People who are about to die don't have so many signs."

"Really?"

"Yes." Mu En nodded: "I think there should be other meanings behind this."

"Okay." Skeeter nodded, but still a little reluctant: "Mr. Jones, what will Professor Dumbledore say about such a thing?"

Obviously, she felt that Mu En's answer was not enough to make her feel relieved.

"I'll ask." Mu En stood up: "You go back first."

After a while, Rita said goodbye to Hogwarts.

Then Mu En turned his attention to Scrimgeour.

"Rufus, what about you?" Moon looked at him: "I have a class later. If you are here to chat, I'm sorry I can't keep you company."

"No." Scrimgeour shook his head: "I found some documents."

"What documents?" Moon said: "It won't be related to the dream you just talked about."

"Yes!" Scrimgeour nodded: "In fact, this incident happened decades ago and had far-reaching consequences."

"It seems to be a big deal?" Moon was interested and waited for Scrimgeour's story.

"A big deal." He said: "It was the fuse for Gellert Grindelwald's downfall."

As he spoke, he began to tell the story.

"I don't know if you know, Mr. Jones, that Grindelwald is a politician and has many fans all over Europe."

"That's right." Moon nodded: "At the beginning, he was not a dark lord, nor a villain in the story."

"That's right." Scrimgeour nodded: "At that time, although the witch party was powerful and its radical ideas were not liked by many people, at least a professor would not oppose him."

"You mean Dumbledore?" Moon frowned.

Scrimgeour nodded: "And Mr. Dumbledore at that time was just an ordinary professor of Transfiguration.

But there is no reason or logic. He is recognized by everyone, including the media, various anti-witch political parties, and the public as the only person who can fight against Grindelwald."

"You are talking about this matter!" Moon nodded clearly. He still remembered that Grindelwald had told him about this matter.

Grindelwald speculated that there was a mastermind behind the scenes pushing him to stand on the opposite side of Dumbledore.

The mastermind made everyone believe that a Transfiguration teacher in a school was the only one who could bring down Grindelwald.

This led to the confrontation between the two of them.

Otherwise, Grindelwald thought that Dumbledore would not have become his enemy so early.

"Did the dream at that time make everyone dream that Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald?" Muen said his speculation.

Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"To be precise, the content of the dream at that time was the confrontation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald."