Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

After the two talked about it, the final answer was still - I don't know.

From a historical perspective, such strange things are not uncommon. There are so many strange things in the world, such as the strange nine-star continuum, or the unprovoked dream of a red dragon that someone had before the eruption of Pompeii volcano.

Answer?

The answer may be found by people in the future from history books.

As for now

"Well, we can do divination!" Dumbledore stretched out his withered fingers: "Divination, destiny has its own secrets, and the secret lies in divination."

"Idiot." Moon's mouth twitched: "I have no interest in divination. If you have any ideas, go ahead yourself. Remember to ask her to add four or five more spoons of honey to the sherry."

"I drink wine without honey." Dumbledore defended with a smile.

"Really? Do you only drink honey wine?" Mu En asked, seeming a little surprised.

"Well, it's mainly because syrup is difficult to dissolve in wine," Dumbledore said awkwardly.

Mu En smiled and stood up.

"Are you leaving?"

"Of course." Mu En said: "It would be much better for me to go to the Pig Head Bar for a drink than to continue wasting time here discussing a vision."

"That's true." Dumbledore looked slightly in agreement, then thought again: "Oh, by the way, about the second item of the Triwizard Tournament."

"It's already been prepared." Mu En nodded.

"No, I mean - be safer." Dumbledore said: "Safety first."

Moon looked at Dumbledore seriously and nodded in agreement after a moment.

"I don't think you would have said such a thing three years ago," he said.

"People always change." Dumbledore smiled and said, "So do you."

Mu En shook his head. He didn't feel anything had changed. He was still at ease - the curse was still the damn curse!

There is no worsening or any sign of improvement.

“I don’t know how many years and months it will take~”

Sighing and shaking, he walked down the spiral staircase.

Well, he admits that he has definitely changed a bit.

It's not as aggressive as it was at the beginning, and it's much more peaceful.

He is not some genius who can become a great transcendent in a few years or more. He has known this since he was twenty years old and traveled through the world for the first time.

Anyway, life expectancy is long, and there is nothing wrong with waiting for two years.

He thought for a while, the last time he looked at magic-related information in detail was a long time ago.

"Slow-spirited fellow" he smiled and decided to go to the Pig's Head Bar for a drink.

Time passed slowly, and as the snow gradually melted, the second project began to approach. All the warriors are also in full swing.

Everyone hopes to improve themselves quickly, no matter what aspect or method.

Durmstrang's students began to train in preparation for competitions that may require a lot of physical strength - this is almost a certainty, after all, it is called a sports meeting.

"Durmstrang—Durmstrang—"

Their warriors stood together, like snakes in the morning mist, all close to each other and running with the same steps.

Krum ran at the front and led the team in singing.

"We are mysterious-"

"We are strong -"

"They are really noisy!" Draco buttoned his ears and blew lightly on his fingertips.

"Just run, why are you shouting?" He scolded: "Who doesn't run? Why are they the only ones making so much noise?"

Hermione obviously had a different opinion: "I think it's very good." She said, "This is very disciplined and very impressive, isn't it?"

As she said that, she looked back.

Over the years, their morning exercises have basically been a mess.

"I think we might as well give it a try," Hermione suggested.

Harry sat on the steps, looking at his blackened fingers, pretending not to hear Hermione's words.

"Ah~ These hands are really chicken feet."

Once again, he successfully turned his two hands and ten fingers into mummies and black chicken claws.

"It's time to hit the toes." Draco said seriously, pretending not to hear Hermione's words.

As he spoke, he picked up a blade of grass on the ground, twisted one end, and pointed the tip of the grass towards Harry's hand.

Wisps of black emanated from Harry's chicken feet, and then gradually became withered, yellowed, and black, until they completely turned into fly ash and scattered in the air.

"You're awesome." Draco exclaimed, "Don't touch me with these chicken feet."

He knew roughly some of the details of Harry's current research.

It is to carve a rune for yourself in the direction of death.

"That's not it." Harry glanced at him: "No matter how you fail, you should still gain something."

Draco nodded casually and asked, "Can you transform?"

That was their sixth grade course, which allowed them to perform transformation spells on people, such as turning people into animals, or turning themselves into animals.

"Yeah, yes." Harry nodded: "But it's not proficient."

"I have a question." Draco asked thoughtfully: "What is the difference between this and Animagus?"

"This" Harry thought for a moment and then explained: "Under normal circumstances, there is actually no difference. It is even less versatile than Human Transfiguration."

"But what?" Draco nodded.

"But Animagus is a true transformation into a certain animal." Harry explained the difference he felt between the two.

"You can clearly see that Animagus is [another me]. They are different postures under the same soul. It is a complete change from the inside out.

But human body transformation is just a simple change of the body. And its stability is slightly inferior. And in the process of transformation, it is difficult to last for a long time."

Draco frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly asked: "What about using it for dueling?"

"Pretty good." Harry nodded seriously: "I think so, I haven't tried it. Wait."

As he said, Harry gently stretched out his hunched chicken claws and touched Draco's shoulder.

"You used it on yourself? What did it become?"

"Oh--" Draco stepped back instinctively, and then he found that there was a tuft of white fine hair on his clothes.

"Cat? Or some medium-long-haired animal?" Harry asked, "You either raised something secretly, or your Transfiguration went wrong. Otherwise, you wouldn't leave such a thing behind."

"Professor." On the other side, Ron waved his arm at the figure that appeared slowly walking in the morning mist.

"Good morning, Weasley." Moon nodded.

"Professor, do you think our physical exercise is useful for the competition?" Ron asked with a fake smile.

"I don't know." Moon shook his head: "Maybe, maybe not."

Draco suddenly stood up from Harry's side, grabbed the white hair on his shoulders and threw it on the ground: "Professor, good morning."

"Good morning, Draco, do you want to ask questions too?" Moon looked at him with a smile.

"Oh, no, this. I have some magic questions to consult you." Draco hesitated and said: "Magic outside of schoolwork."

Moon nodded: "Of course, about what?"

"About. Dark magic, curses."