Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Harry's confinement finally came. On Friday, the day after the troll incident, after the potions class in the morning, Professor Snape angrily told Harry to go to his office in the evening. .

It was hard for him not to wonder why Snape was so malicious towards him. That afternoon, he went to Hagrid's hut to find out something.

"Yes, Professor Snape didn't have a very good relationship with your father before." Hagrid grabbed the rock cake and held a large vat of hot tea in his hand.

"Okay, that's all I can say. Snape is just strict. How could he take the unhappiness of more than ten years ago onto his children?"

"I don't think so," Harry responded as he dealt with the enthusiastic Fang.

Fang was Hagrid's big black dog. Harry thought it was a bit crazy. It would grunt and pounce on people when it met people, which made him a little unable to resist.

"I heard he used to be a Death Eater, right?" Harry said.

Hagrid's body suddenly trembled, and his expression changed a lot: "Oh, where did you know that?"

"The common room, the Slytherins know better about these things."

"What are Death Eaters?" Hermione looked confused.

"They are Voldemort's henchmen, guys who do bad things with Voldemort."

Bang! Hagrid accidentally fell backwards and clutched his chest with his face turning pale: "Harry, no, don't mention that name!"

"Uh...sorry, I took it easy." Harry was a little embarrassed.

Hagrid spent some time before getting up and sitting on the chair again. He calmed down for a while before saying: "We have to trust Dumbledore. If Snape is not trustworthy, how could he participate in that plan."

"Which plan?" Hermione immediately grasped the key points of Hagrid's words.

"Oh, no. Don't ask, it's confidential!" Hagrid suddenly reacted, looking a little troubled.

Harry said indifferently: "Is it related to the corridor on the fourth floor? Or is it related to the 713 vault? Or are the two the same thing?"

Hagrid looked at Harry like he was a monster: "Oh, where did you know that?! Who is it... No, no, no, none of them. Stop guessing."

"Hagrid, don't be so nervous, I don't really care about these things." Harry shrugged helplessly.

The more it aroused his curiosity, the more he chose not to explore the matter.

The main focus is on one thing, which has nothing to do with me.

Dumbledore was still at school. The sky fell, and someone taller held it up.

Well, although this is actually not that correct, because they were chased by a troll just yesterday.

Although people still don't know how the troll appeared in Hogwarts, it is definitely not normal.

You must know that it does not appear from the gate or the Forbidden Forest, but from the underground classroom! !

Someone is doing this on purpose. Unless you said that the stupid big guy with stone-like skin could also disapparate and teleport to the underground classroom for no reason.

Harry suspected that this matter might also be related to the fourth floor and the 713 vault.

But come to think of it, the troll must have been just a repercussion of what had happened, and it was already overwhelming him. Why was he curious about what was going on on the fourth floor? Did he think he didn't die quickly enough?

But on the way back, Hermione was very curious about the vault 713 that Harry mentioned.

"The 713 vault was robbed." Harry said, which was also the news he heard from the lounge.

"So?" Hermione was confused.

"Remember the day we went to Gringotts? Hagrid went to the vault to get something. Then the vault was robbed," Harry explained.

"There is a dark wizard who is coveting the thing in that vault, and Dumbledore asked Hagrid to take that thing out in advance." As he said that, he looked at Hermione: "Guess where that thing is now?"

Hermione reacted quickly and immediately clapped her hands and said, "Fourth floor?!"

Harry nodded: "It should be like this."

The reason why Harry was willing to tell Hermione everything was because she knew that Hermione valued school rules and would not do stupid things, so she said so.

If it were someone else, such as Draco, who had a restless temper, he wouldn't be willing to talk about it. It would only cause more trouble.

After dinner, he said goodbye to Hermione who was going to the library, and went underground to Professor Snape's office.

Dong dong dong——

The door slowly opened. Snape's office fit Harry's impression of him. It was a dark room with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, and slimy animal and plant specimens floating in colorful potions. .

Harry instinctively felt that this was not all. Because he didn't see any equipment for brewing potions here.

Maybe there is another room deep in the office, and there are many things in it.

"Come in, Potter, do you think you can spend the confinement period just hanging out?" Snape's low-pressure voice appeared.

"Sorry, Professor." He walked in quickly.

As soon as he walked inside, Harry smelled the smell of blood. Snape's desk was brand new and had blood-stained bandages on it.

He noticed Harry's gaze and looked up sharply to glare at him.

"Go get the white fresh essence, it's on your left." He said with a warning: "Watch your eyes."

Harry nodded and walked towards the shelf on his left.

Bai Xian is also part of this school year, but it is estimated that they will not be able to learn it until the Easter summer semester.

Fortunately, Harry already had this knowledge in hand. It didn't take long for him to find Bai Xian Essence.

This is an extremely powerful all-purpose trauma medicine.

"Professor." Harry handed the medicine to Snape. After the other party took it, he leaned over and started to change the dressing. Through the flickering candlelight, he could barely see the hideous wound on Snape's leg that was deep enough to show the bones.

Harry's stomach was rumbling, and his mind was foggy.

He slapped his head fiercely. Snape heard the sound, raised his head and looked at him, and said disdainfully: "It seems that you realize that there is something wrong with your head."

"No, I'm just a little dissatisfied with how my body reacted like this." Harry explained, and then asked: "Excuse me, Professor, why don't you use magic to repair it?"

"Shut up! Don't ask questions." Snape scolded: "If I can use magic, do I need fresh food? As long as you are using your brain to think, you will not ask such a question."

"Sorry, Professor." Harry bowed his head and apologized simply, focusing on Snape's wound.

It's not a cut wound, the fracture of flesh and blood is extremely rough, and it's even more unlikely to be a blunt instrument... It shouldn't be a wound caused by a magic spell, otherwise it should at least have the special effects of burning, freezing or petrifying...

Bite? !

Harry remembered that Snape was the last professor to arrive on the scene last night. Plus the troll emerged from the underground classroom.

Underground, apart from the Potions classroom, Snape's office and two college lounges, there are only a few empty classrooms...

Snape? !

Harry's eyes looked a little strange and he quickly rejected the idea.

It would be unprofessional if even I could connect all the clues to Snape at a glance.

Not to mention that he showed this wound nakedly in front of a student? Isn't he afraid that my loud mouth will spread? !

This is a bit ridiculous.

So rule out Snape first!

After he finished treating the injury on his leg, Harry was led into the back room.

Snape was much more powerful than he thought, and his walking pace was not affected at all, as usual.

Regardless of whether it will affect recovery from injury, at least to do such a thing, you must have a very strong heart.

He quickly withdrew his admiration for Snape.

I saw Snape taking out a whole bucket of frogs, and then asked him to handle it. He must also ensure that each eyeball is intact and collect all the blood.

Harry looked down at the frogs that were piled together in large numbers and covered in mucus, with a bitter look on his face.

"Guguagua——"

"Gugua——"