Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"No one has ever succeeded." Dimo ​​twisted his neck and made a snapping sound, his eyes implying a threat.

What the man in front of him wants to do is provoking his former work department.

It made him a little unhappy.

After all, there were not many commendable deeds in his life, and managing prisoners was one of them. Although he was very dissatisfied, it really provided him with a lot of bragging rights at the wine table.

A very contradictory mentality.

"Then I will be the first." Harry said calmly, not affected by his words or expression in the slightest.

This made Dimo ​​even more unhappy.

But soon, Harry's next words completely pulled him out of his conflicting anger.

"To be precise - it's us! We will be the first!"

"us."

This has always been a very interesting word.

"Ho ho ho" Dimo ​​laughed and then began to tell.

"You must already know the origin of Azkaban."

"Of course." Harry nodded: "There is no need to go into too much detail about the history of the Dark Wizard's Fortress in the early fifteenth century. All I know so far is that Azkaban has an inner and outer layer, and there is another one that you can attack. The sub-island area where managers and other managers live.”

"It seems you do know a lot." He took another sip of wine and said.

"Is your destination the inner prisoner or the outer prisoner?"

"Inner layer." Harry replied. This had reached the limit of the information he could reveal. After all, he had to consider the possibility of not being able to defeat the opponent, so he did not dare to reveal information unscrupulously.

"Then you need to speed up." Dimo ​​muttered casually: "In addition to the three areas you just mentioned, there is another area in Azkaban - the cemetery."

Azkaban's mortality rate is actually very high, so the cemetery's area is not that small. And under the accumulation of corpses over the years, it is now also the place where dementors nest. It is located north of Azkaban, so no matter how you plan to get to Azkaban, remember not to go that way, including retreating.

The other east and west sides are also steep cliffs. But there is a small forest to the east.

As for the south side - of course, opposite the cemetery! That is the direction leading to the sub-island, a reef beach connected by a low slope.

The tidal flats are constantly guarded by thugs, and the territory above is almost entirely the domain of dementors. There are about two to three hundred dementors in Azkaban, spread all over the island.

And they don't pay attention to their schedules. Basically the entire island is covered with Dementors throughout the day. "

Harry listened to Demo's story, and the first thing he remembered was the woods to the east.

"So how did you reach a tacit understanding with the dementors."

"tacit agreement?"

"No, I mean, how do you strikers ensure that you are not attacked by dementors? What means do you have to control them? Or do you have any special marks?!"

According to what Harry learned from the book, Dementors had only a rudimentary intelligence.

So in his vision, Dementors only have two operating logics.

One is that only specially marked people can be smoked!

One is that except for those special people, everyone can smoke it!

"Strikemen and staff with special needs here will have a badge that emits a light aura that denies dementor visits.

Of course, if they lose their minds, they won't care about this anymore, and they will still mess with you.

After all, he is a beast, no matter how scary he is, he doesn’t have much brains!

In addition, such badges are strictly controlled. Only batters who have to go on duty on the island every day can hold it temporarily.

If there is any loss or damage, let’s not talk about the punishment. It is said that a badge breath must be replaced. I am not very clear about this. I only remember the regulations on the management of this thing in the rules and regulations.

But what’s certain is that you’d better not even think about sneaking in.

Unless we can deal with all the defense forces on the entire sub-island silently! "

"How many defense forces are there on the island?" Harry asked instead.

Dimo's smile froze: "You"

Harry smiled casually: "I just want to find out."

"There are more than twenty people stationed there, and all of them maintain excellent combat effectiveness. Those with problems have been eliminated, such as me!"

As he spoke, he put his hand on his chest and smiled mockingly.

"So many?!" Harry was also shocked.

"There are many shifts every day, so it's not a place for people to stay," Dimo ​​explained.

Afterwards, Harry asked many more questions, which became increasingly sharp and pointed.

As these questions were asked and the wine bottle bottomed out, Dimo ​​was obviously half drunk, and his speech became more and more bold. He even kept asking Harry to make suggestions when answering those questions.

Even the detailed coordinates of the sea area where Azkaban is located, the striker's shift time, and the process were all disclosed to Harry one by one.

The violent anti-order flame in his heart grew stronger and stronger!

Time passed quickly, and as the huge clock on the street rang at twelve o'clock, Harry finally stopped his questioning.

Dimo finally drank the remaining two drops of wine in the bottle, wiped his lips with his hand, and stamped the bottle towards the coffee table.

"When are we going to set off! Then we will release all the prisoners directly and let those politicians see the consequences of not giving them the death penalty!!"

"Us?" Harry looked at Demo, and before the other party could react, the wand popped out: "Forgotten -"

The next moment, an alarm bell rang in his heart, and he suddenly rolled to the side and picked up his wand.

"Bastard...bastard!!"

As he spoke, he raised his wand and raised his eyes again.

Another spell struck, and at the same time, thorns and vines appeared on both sides of him and suddenly wrapped around his arms, and he received an unprovoked punch on the back of his head.

"etc!!"

He was tightly entangled, but he was mostly awake from the wine.

"You look down on me? You think I can't help?!" he roared.

"Forget all -" Harry did not give him an answer.

Then he slowly spoke: "I'm sorry, our purposes are so different. It's your business to do evil, but don't let me bear the responsibility.

I can't afford to lead someone down a path of no return. "

As he said that, in order to ensure safety, he cast another coma spell on the other party.

Then he moved it to the sofa.

After recovering the scene, he placed a small bag of galleons into a cabinet that looked like it had not been touched for a long time.

Perhaps by the time he discovers this reward in the future, the Azkaban incident will have already ended.

Later, the bottle of Dragon Blood Rum was also taken away.

Only then did he leave Diagon Alley.

When he returned to Hogwarts, it was already close to one o'clock in the morning. After quickly recording the information collected today, he couldn't wait to return to the dormitory. He fell into the big soft bed and felt a A feeling of fatigue invades the whole body.

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

A night of silence.

However, very quickly, in what felt like the blink of an eye, he felt that he was being pushed.

Draco was pushing him, and then looked helplessly at the broom next to him: "I didn't hit him! I told him to get up!!"

Meteor was leaning on the broomstick and hitting Draco, as if to drive away Draco who disturbed Harry's sleep.

Soon, Harry woke up, rubbed his eyes, glanced at the time, and then said vaguely: "Meteor, he is right. Well, I almost fell asleep today."

"It seems yesterday was not that simple."

"Fortunately, he didn't do much. He was already addicted to alcohol. I was surprised that he could escape my first spell.

However, overall it is still very mentally taxing because there is a bit too much information. Harry said casually, jumped up from the bed and stretched.

Afterwards, he forced himself to walk into the bathroom and washed his face, and then regained some strength.

After arriving on the grass field and doing some basic training, Harry saw Draco starting to practice dueling with Crabgoyle, and then he remembered that the final was coming tomorrow.

After the afternoon Charms class, Hermione also noticed that Harry's condition was obviously declining, and asked Harry with concern what happened.

Harry also briefly and slightly modified what happened last night.

"You ran to Diagon Alley?!" Hermione looked at Harry in shock.

This is no longer just skipping school. For Hermione, this is no less than Harry running away from school at night and traveling to other places!

Is this reasonable? This is unreasonable!

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Harry smiled and said, "Has there been any new progress in dueling spells recently?"

"I won't tell you." Hermione showed a sly smile: "You will know when you meet me tomorrow! This time, you'd better pray for some new progress in your research.

But I don’t think so. After all, you have taken matters into your own hands. Apart from doing homework, the only time you have is spent practicing the Patronus Charm, right? "

There was a hint of blame in the little witch's words.

She seemed a little dissatisfied with Harry for not asking her to help.

Harry laughed twice, mainly because he felt that Hermione might not be able to do these things.

At least Draco is not suitable. After all, this guy doesn't know what it means to be polite, and his bad guy temperament is too easy to interpret.

Just as he was thinking about it, senior Gemma Farley walked past several people.

She turned her head arrogantly, looked at a few people up and down, then looked at Draco, with an arrogant expression, but her tone was pretending to be concerned and said: "Mr. Malfoy, it seems that you didn't listen. Father’s loyal advice to you has even gone backwards a lot.”

As she spoke, she deliberately glanced away at Hermione, as if to say that now she was not only getting closer to Harry Potter, but also getting closer to the Mudblood.

But Harry didn't know what happened between Gemma Farley and Draco, or what advice Draco's father had for him.

He just felt that this look was a natural curse.

Then, he took a step forward!

Suddenly, Draco stood in front of him, bowed and said, "Senior, you are right, but you may have misunderstood. In fact, I have always kept my father's words in my heart."

"I hope so. Otherwise, I don't mind writing another letter to your father. Even if you may think I'm too talkative, this is all to ensure that you don't go astray. I believe you will be grateful to me in the future. Yes!" She said in a lecturing tone.

Draco's smile became even brighter and he said quickly: "Of course, how can I blame you, senior sister? It's just that there is really no need to communicate with my father now."

"I hope so," she finally said in a warning tone.

"That's definitely the case." Draco smiled: "Senior, I wish you success in the finals the day after tomorrow."

"That's natural." She waved her hand, turned around and left.

Harry's face was a little gloomy, and he looked at Gemma Farley's back with doubt, and then turned his doubtful eyes to Draco.

"Not to mention she has changed, why have you changed too? What? The Farley family has appointed a minister of magic?"

"Haha, just their family?" Draco looked disdainful, performed a wonderful face change for Hermione, and then sneered: "The Farley family wants to be the Minister of Magic, does my father agree?!"

"I stopped you because I wanted you not to hurt her and prevent her from getting into the top three." Draco explained: "As for her changes - don't you find it interesting?"

"Interesting? I just find it a little annoying," Harry said.

"Don't be like this, I made this possible." Draco whispered, "Now she is very popular among the Slytherin girls."

As soon as Draco explained this, Harry remembered the little girl Pansy who had come to see him before.

Then, combined with what Draco said before, "The higher you hold it, the more painful it will be when you fall."

Suddenly, Harry knew what Draco was planning.

Then he became even more confused. He was also a Slytherin, so why had he never heard of this matter?

"Because you don't know any Slytherin girls," Draco said.

"Pansy, Kaelia, Avril" Harry counted the girls in the same grade one by one.

"Did you speak more than ten words to them?" Draco asked immediately.

This question immediately stopped Harry. He recalled it carefully... Well, it seemed that there were not even five sentences.

"But don't worry, if you want to get acquainted, the opportunity will come soon."

"What chance?" Harry was a little confused, but then he realized: "No, why should I meet girls? Are they of any use?"

"You can beat me..." Draco looked at Harry's face, his expression twitching: "Why are you paying attention to this? Well, it doesn't matter, but I must remind you that Valentine's Day is coming.

Remember to be careful with the chocolates those girls give you, they may have a love agent mixed in them.

And it's not just Slytherin, it is said that there are people from other houses who are also eyeing you. "

"Thank you for your concern." Harry said angrily. He turned around in his head several times before he remembered that Valentine's Day is February 14th.

If you remind him of the details of a spell, he will definitely blurt it out.

But things like Valentine's Day...he really can't remember it.