Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On the way back, Harry's thoughts kept racing.

There were so many things he wanted to know, and his curiosity burned like a flame, making his heart itch unbearably.

At the same time, I also felt a kind of pressure.

Apparently I squeezed too much work into myself.

"Glory comes first——"

The door to the lounge opened slowly. He was trying to find a place to make some plans before returning to the dormitory. Unexpectedly, a familiar person was already sitting in the lounge.

Only this one person.

He lay on the single sofa, crossed his legs, put his hands on the armrests, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Are you asleep?" Harry whispered in surprise, his voice echoing in the slightly empty lounge.

"I was thinking about something." Draco opened his eyes, and then asked impatiently: "What happened? Dumbledore asked you to go to the office in the middle of the night?"

"To be precise, not Mr. Dumbledore." Harry replied: "Mr. Jones."

"It makes sense." Draco nodded. Being able to call someone in the middle of the night was indeed something Mr. Jones was better at.

"So what did you say?" he asked curiously.

"A mission...well, it's something about my parents." Harry suddenly thought of what Uncle Moon said, that he could form a grassroots team by himself.

Organization…Credibility…

Then, his eyes fell on Draco.

After a moment, he shook his head inwardly, feeling uncomfortable. Now Draco, dragging him into the water would be harmful rather than helpful.

"By the way, I may not participate in the duel competition." Harry said.

"What?!" A smile suddenly appeared on Draco's face: "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, and then wrote down all the things he had accumulated.

Build the Koch Snowflake Magic Model!

Learn Dementor related spells!

Make a magic wand!

Daily learning tasks!

Quidditch training!

Then, his quill stalled on Quidditch for a long time.

It was his hobby, but now...

"You want to quit Quidditch?" Draco saw his confusion and asked simply: "Why? You finally joined the team, and where is the shooting star? It wants to fly, you want to ignore it like this ?”

"Actually... joining the team is quite easy." Harry said awkwardly.

"If I quit, can you step in?"

"It can't be done." Draco shook his head under Harry's surprised eyes: "I will spend all the time in the duel competition.

I have just written a letter to my father. I want him to send me a training dummy at home. I will find an empty classroom tomorrow. "

"That's it." Harry nodded and reluctantly let go of his hand.

"Won't you cross it out?"

"People have to take responsibility for their own choices. If I quit, what will happen to the others?" Harry smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Let's talk about it after this year."

"It seems that you will be busy enough in the future." Draco smiled proudly: "By the way, why do you want to do Dementor-related training? It's completely unnecessary."

"That is, the future mission." Harry did not elaborate: "Remember not to tell anyone about this matter, it is very important."

"Really?" Draco didn't believe it: "Who else knows?"

"No one knows except you," Harry said.

Draco then showed a satisfied look: "Well...that's good. I won't tell you, don't worry."

Harry nodded, stood up and looked over the paper he had written down before.

He left the paper in the fireplace until he had a rough plan for the future.

"I'm taking a rest." He walked towards the dormitory: "By the way, in the letter you write to your father, it's best to write in it asking him to send you some healing medicine. We will start practicing tomorrow morning."

After that, Harry's figure disappeared into the corridor.

"Damn it." Draco sighed helplessly. I feel a little hairy all over my body.

He is really afraid of pain.

Afterwards, he quickly returned to the dormitory and soon lay on the bed, closing his eyes with anxiety.

However, just as he fell asleep for a moment, Harry's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Get up! Get up!" Harry began to shout people one by one.

Draco opened his eyes in confusion: "What's the matter?! Didn't I just fall asleep?"

Crabbe and Goyle were also forced to shout.

After more than a year of exercise, Crabgoyle is not fat at all. Except for some baby fat on his face, he can definitely be regarded as a strong young man.

And he himself was still thin.

He asked Harry why he didn't gain weight, but he was helplessly told that if he wanted to gain muscle, he would have to do very hard strength training.

The matter finally came to nothing.

The four people in the dormitory each held a cup of cold water, quickly wiped their faces, put on their clothes, and then walked out in a daze.

After two warm-up laps, Harry led the three of them to a stop.

"Start right away?" Draco pulled out his wand.

"No rush." ​​Harry shook his head and stretched his body: "Take a rest, you should wake up now."

"certainly."

"That's good. Next, I'll tell you about the two most important things in a duel."

The three little guys all pricked up their ears. Harry's experience in dueling was obvious to all, leaving them no room to question at all.

"First, it's about reality, that is, duel ideas!" Harry said sternly: "How to fight and how to defend. You should have your own set of battle ideas."

"Battle ideas?" Draco was a little confused.

"That's right. During a duel, the most taboo thing is to wave the wand randomly. One second it will produce blazing flames, and the next second it will produce a clear spring of water." Harry nodded.

"It's useless to say more about this. Now you can think about what kind of moves you will use to fight me during sparring later."

"Okay." Draco nodded: "What about the second point?"

"The second point is - desire!" Harry said seriously.

The three of them looked at each other, and Draco promised that if it had been anyone else who said this, he would have laughed out loud.

"I'm not joking." Harry raised the corners of his mouth.

"[Desire for victory] - As long as you have this idea, you will naturally be at a higher level than others when casting spells." Harry explained.

"For example, do we need to channel our inner thoughts when we cast the 'energetic' spell to ward off red hats?"

"Yes." Draco nodded.

"Then this is the driving force of desire on the curse. What is the word Professor Jones said - subjective initiative!

And on this basis, when you cherish the desire for victory, you will get an additional bonus for casting spells.

It's like someone else playing a dice game with only one die. And you have two, so you have a natural advantage. "

"Is that so?" Draco was a little hesitant: "It's like chicken soup."

"It's useless to talk more." Harry waved his wand: "For five minutes, you can first formulate a basic fighting idea. Think about how to fight for a while."

Soon, the five minutes were over.

It wasn't until this moment that Draco suddenly reacted.

"Are you going to beat three of us?"

"Well...it's worth a try." Harry said, "Come on now, this is no longer a trick, I will try my best to use all I have earned in school."

"Yes." Draco said, with fighting spirit igniting in his heart.

No need for a sword, let me see how you play.

Then, Harry held a stone in his hand: "The stone fell to the ground, and it officially started."

After receiving confirmation, Harry threw the stone high into the sky.

Several people also turned their backs and walked towards the outside.

boom--

"The stone is coming -" Harry's curse suddenly sounded, and before he could turn around, a stone as big as half a head suddenly flew towards him.

The next moment, he turned sideways and quickly cut off the output of the magic spell in his heart.

The stone flew behind him.

At this time, several people turned around together.

Crabbe, who was directly behind him, had not yet reacted. As soon as he raised his wand and was halfway through chanting the spell, he saw a big rock flying towards him and was immediately frightened.

"Expelliarmus—"

"Armor protection——"

The disarming curse was deflected, and Draco's curse flew out uncontrollably. Fortunately, Gower bought time for him.

"The black dragon came out of the hole - it quickly became bigger -"

The giant python attacked and killed Gao Er.

"Damn it! Why didn't I think of this combo yesterday?!" Draco realized at this moment that if he had put an amplifying spell on the snake that came out of its hole yesterday, even if it couldn't hurt Ron, at least it could tie him up, right? ?

However, the next moment, his inner activities came to an abrupt halt.

He leaned over to pick up the wand, but his hand was tightly entangled by two vines!

"Damn! Is this a transformation technique?!"

"Flocks of birds—thousands of bullets fired—"

It should take no more than one minute.

All three people were lying on the ground.

"Bones, are my bones broken?" Crabbe appeared with a crying voice.

Goyle: "Harry... stop it, I can't breathe, I can't breathe!!"

Only Draco was in the best condition, but he was still stabbed with bloody holes by the sharp beaks of those birds. His teeth were bared, and his eyes were red and wet.

But when he thought of Harry's words last night, he forced himself to hold it in, punching his thighs with his fists, and letting out a frightening roar.

It took a while to perform simple treatment on the injury, and then the four of them hurriedly walked towards the school doctor's office.

"Damn... why are you casting spells so fast!" Draco was not angry along the way.

"I thought from the beginning that I would first use the Flying Curse to drive things away from Crabbe. Then in the order of casting, I would defend or dodge your spells. Finally, I would do it during your spell casting interval. Counterattack.”

"Then why don't you have a spell-casting period?!" Draco asked puzzledly: "We can't have it and you don't have it."

"This is the so-called combo." Harry's face shrank, feeling that Draco had asked a stupid question.

"Listen again, listen carefully!"

"The black dragon came out of the hole—it quickly became bigger—"

Harry slowed down his speaking speed, very directly, and the three of them noticed the difference.

Although there is a certain pronunciation interval between the two curses, there is a very obvious adhesion in rhythm, just like the upper and lower lyrics.

There are separations from each other, but together they are one!

"We don't have much time. Let's do one-on-one training tomorrow. Today you can mentally determine the spell you want to cast and imagine the battle scenario. Then we will try it out tomorrow."

"Okay." Draco could only nod.

When it was noon, Harry went to find Professor Keltburn.

He is the professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class that can only be taken in the third year of Hogwarts. He is an old wizard with wooden prosthetics on his left hand and both legs.

His image looks very scary, and he usually stays in the Forbidden Forest or his office. The little wizards who occasionally see him in the castle often avoid him.

"Come in." An old, vague voice sounded as if there was a lot of old phlegm accumulated in his throat.

Harry slowly opened the door.

"Hello, Professor." Harry bowed slightly.

"Harry Potter?!" Professor Keltburn's messy white hair was hanging down his head, reminding Harry of an angry lion.

"This is a rare visitor. I'm taking care of my prosthetic limbs. Come over here."

"Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you." Harry said politely before walking in.

Keltburn responded vaguely, his cloudy eyes still on his wooden prosthetic leg, and he was wiping it with his only intact hand.

"What are you here for? About Norbert?" He said without raising his head.

"You know Norbert?" Harry was a little surprised.

"My legs and feet are all dedicated to the dragon. I must have done something to help Norbert recover from his injury on Christmas Day." Keltburn chuckled: "If you want to ask, just ask. . I do know a lot about dragons. Of course, I’m talking about scientific research, not using magic to build bridges with them like the Vikings did.”

"Oh, I never knew about this, Professor, thank you!"

"No, no need to thank you. I haven't dealt with dragons for many years since I came to Hogwarts. I'm very happy to have this opportunity."

Harry nodded, feeling a little stunned.

"Professor, actually I came here to ask about Dementors. I wonder if you know anything about them."

"Dementors?" Keltburn raised his eyes and looked at Harry with his cloudy pupils: "Why do you care about that thing?"

"Well... it's about an assignment, an assignment on the Patronus Charm."

"That doesn't seem to be what you should learn now." Keltburn said, then waved his hand and threw the handkerchief on the table: "Forget it, I don't care. You'd better ask something that's not in the book, I'm right People don’t have a lot of patience.”

"What I want to ask is, how were Dementors born, and what is their relationship with humans?" Harry said.

"Hmm...good question." Keltburn picked up the prosthetic limb and began to install it.

"Dementors are transformed from humans who died in despair. In fact, they and ghosts are the same creature to a certain extent. But the difference is that they have lost their minds and become monsters that feed on human souls."

"Lost your mind...feeding on human souls?"

An idea suddenly popped into Harry's mind.

"Professor...do dementors only eat human souls?!"

"To be precise, all subhuman races are in their diet." Keltburn nodded: "As for other magical animals and even ordinary animals, they do not have such powerful brains, and naturally they cannot produce enough mood.

It's like the difference between big fish and meat and roadside weeds. Can it be eaten? able! But no one wants to eat. "

"Then...what if I become a roadside weed..." Harry hesitated.

"What do you mean?" Keltborn was a little confused.

"It's... Animagus. Is there any relevant research in this area?"

"This..." Keltborn suddenly hesitated, and then raised the corners of his mouth.

"Sorry kid, no one has studied this yet. Congratulations, you have discovered a very good topic.

It's a pity that there are no Dementors here, and we are not Animagus, otherwise we could really study it. "