Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In the infirmary, Fred George was worried.

You know, besides Madam Pomfrey, Harry took away a total of four twisted nurses.

"I think it's better to speed up than this." Draco said, he was not at all worried about Harry leaving with anyone.

With that said, the group began to rummage in the infirmary.

"Help!"

A somewhat familiar voice sounded weakly.

Draco stood some distance away from the source of the sound, and then carefully opened the curtain with his tentacles.

I saw an extremely thin man lying on the hospital bed, wearing Beauxbatons' blue school uniform, and his body was tightly tied to the iron bed with several belts.

His face was sunken, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were like a stressed animal, observing the surroundings with fear and sensitivity.

"You are. How did you become like this?!" Fred recognized this person immediately.

"Who is he?" Draco looked at Fred George warily.

"This is the guy we met in the solitary room." George explained: "When we escaped from the solitary room, this man followed us."

As he spoke, Fred looked at the man on the hospital bed: "He was a big, strong man before, but look at him now"

Like a skinned skull.

As he said that, George also looked at the man: "Why did you end up like this?"

"Help me, please." He looked weakly at Fred George and the others.

"After I escaped from the solitary room with you, I met the triangle head on the third floor, and then I escaped all the way here.

I didn't expect there were people here. That doctor. That doctor”

As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva out of fear: "She said, I have a disease, a very serious disease.

"I couldn't resist at all, and then they caught me and tied me up.

Then I fainted, and when I woke up again, it was like this.”

"It seems that people here will not only be punished if they fail the mission or are captured by Filch." George swallowed.

Fred nodded in agreement: "It's really full of malice."

"Okay, get up quickly." Fred untied his belt and helped him up.

"Thank you." He stood up tremblingly, his legs like bamboo poles finding it difficult to support his body.

"You're getting too thin," Draco said.

"She probably took away my muscles." The man looked bitter. After sighing for a long time, he turned to ask: "What are you looking for?"

"A potion that can counteract my problems, my ability to cast spells is restricted." Fred directly applied Angelina's symptoms to himself.

"There is something inside." The man stood up tremblingly and leaned towards a small door: "I saw the woman from the infirmary go in."

With that said, he had already arrived in front of the door.

Draco twisted the doorknob and found it wouldn't open.

"The Alajo Cave opens—"

The light of the curse lit up, then quickly dissipated.

"It seems there is a spell here." Hermione cried.

The next moment, both Fred and George raised their feet at the same time.

boom--

With sawdust flying from the door frame, the fragile door was kicked open by the two of them.

The small room behind the door is narrow and can only accommodate two or three people turning around. In addition to the door, the other three walls have cabinets with three or two bottles of magic potions placed high on them.

The rest is just dust.

Draco manipulated his robes and removed all three bottles of potion.

The first bottle is a small gray-black bottle with thick potion flowing inside, with a capacity of about three or two mouthfuls.

Draco took a closer look and saw a label on it.

[Nine Fire Dragon Muscle Building Water: Sislon, Trenbolone, Tritolone

The label in the middle was somewhat unclear because it was old. Draco handed the potion to Hermione and couldn't help but ask: "Do you know what this potion and these fire dragons are?"

It's strange that Draco claims to know a lot about fire dragons, but he has never heard the names of these dragons.

After Hermione looked at it carefully, she couldn't help but shake her head: "I haven't heard of it."

A potion that can increase muscle mass.

Draco looked at the other two bottles of potion, one of which was the Grand Wizard's Potion and the other was the Sunlight Potion.

"It looks like this is what you need." Draco handed the Great Wizard Potion directly to Fred George: "This one says it can increase a person's spellcasting power and become like a Great Wizard."

This was obviously a positive potion, and to be honest, Draco felt it was a waste to give this to someone who was being punished.

"Thanks." Fred George took the medicine bottle.

Then, they saw Draco actually coming to the Beauxbatons man as if he was showing mercy.

"I thought maybe you might need this." He said, shaking the muscle-building potion in his hand.

"If these three bottles of potion represent an antidote corresponding to punishment, then this muscle-building potion may be able to restore your body."

As he spoke, Draco poured out some muscle-building potion.

"Want to try it?" he asked with some confusion.

However, he didn't have to do this, the Beauxbatons student would take the initiative to try.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" The man nodded and drank the potion.

Then, the skin on his body began to turn red, and streams of steam came out of his body.

After a while, he was no longer so thin.

"I'm back!" he said excitedly, puffing his arms.

"Thank you, if I was in that state just now, I would not be able to run two steps if I was chased." He thanked them excitedly.

Draco's eyes focused on his pointed head for a moment, then nodded and stopped talking.

He just wanted to test whether this potion was really useful.

Meanwhile, on the first floor.

Harry looked back at Madam Pomfrey and the twisted nurses who followed him, and said, "Madam, you said I was sick. I want to ask what's wrong with me?"

"Child, your heart beats too actively, don't you know?" Madam Pomfrey said gently, "That will give you too much vitality, and you will have a healthy body and a clear mind."

As she said that, she was even a little scared: "Oh my God, I dare not imagine what a terrible scene that is."

"Isn't it good?"

"Of course it's not good." Madam Pomfrey said, "It's terrible, isn't it?"

"Then Madam, don't you?" Harry stopped: "Don't you have a beating heart, healthy limbs and a smart brain?"

"What are you talking about?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry in surprise: "What about those injured children?"

"They were hit by the evil white magic." Harry said, "Now they are hung on the Whomping Willow."

"White magic?!" Madam Pomfrey burst out with a shrill cry.

"That's right." Harry nodded and walked to the edge of the corridor: "Madam, you can see it if you look from here."

From here, you can vaguely see the Whomping Willow below.

Madam Pomfrey anxiously came to the edge of the corridor, and Harry slowly stepped back.

"Oh, it's those students, poor children, who did it?" Madam Pomfrey said anxiously.

"Madam." Harry's voice sounded behind her.

"I did it."

"Expecto Patronus--"

A cat suddenly pounced on Madam Pomfrey's face, and burning black smoke sounded from the contact point.

"It's white magic!"

"How can students learn white magic!!" Madam Pomfrey asked incredulously.

The twisted nurses crawled on the ground, their slender limbs were extremely pale, with black bloodshot, and they twisted towards Harry like spiders.

"Madam, I'm sorry." Harry raised his wand.

A silver light belonging to the patronus spread unscrupulously around.

Under the illumination of this light, the twisted nurses made sharp cries and then gradually turned into flying ash.

However, Madam Pomfrey walked towards Harry step by step despite this force.

"You need treatment, child!!" She said stubbornly.

"This can't kill." Harry frowned: "What about this?"

As he spoke, a flame appeared at the tip of the staff.

But in an instant, the flame expanded rapidly, as if all the silver light that spread out was used as firewood.

Boom--

The blazing flames appeared in the entire corridor.

In the flames, a blue thin rope appeared at Madam Pomfrey's neck.

Then, she was strangled to death.

When the flames disappeared, only a card was left, slowly falling to the ground.

"It actually works." Harry smiled and raised his hand to summon the card.

[Holy Grail Queen]

[After use: you can get a diluted anger potion]

"Perfect!" Harry nodded, feeling that he had gained a lot.

Then he raised his head and looked up.

Soon, Harry returned to the second floor and met Draco and others.

"Where's that guy?" The boy from Beauxbatons looked at Harry in horror: "Let's go."

"He's dead." Harry didn't ask where the guy came from.

"How strong is he?" Draco asked.

"Stronger than the first person we met." Harry said: "It may be a little tricky for you, you don't know the Patronus."

"Damn it." Draco pouted, but asked again: "Just a little tricky?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded seriously, he didn't feel any pressure from Madam Pomfrey.

"But the professors may be stronger." He added.

"That's as it should be." Fred George nodded: "We have to go down, if Angelina is okay, we will go upstairs."

"Okay, have a good trip." Harry nodded and said goodbye to Fred George who was walking downstairs.

"Now?"

"That must be Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry smiled and returned the wand to Hermione.

Arriving at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry took the lead in pushing the door open.

A somewhat gloomy voice appeared.

"Welcome to my class." Moon appeared above, no longer in formal attire, but in a gray-black robe.

Harry and the other two walked in and saw two familiar figures.

Ravenclaw's Mike, and two Durmstrang students.

The rest were all ghouls, vampires, or other "students".

"Please sit down." Moon said.

Harry and the other two sat down quickly, and a ghoul turned around and pointed his stinking mouth at Draco.

"Are you here to listen to the professor's class too?"

"Am I here to kill the professor?" Draco whispered unhappily, while reaching out his hand and gently tapping the face of the ghoul.

"Friend, don't face me, you never brush your teeth, right?"

"Ghouls don't brush their teeth." The man muttered, turning his head away: "Obviously he is a living person, and he dares to show me this expression."

"Quiet!" Muen's voice sounded: "If anyone mutters again, I will pull his tongue off."

Draco felt the ghoul beside him shudder, and his body sat up straighter.

'Will it really be pulled off?' Draco was a little scared.

Pulling the tongue off makes it more difficult for people to recite the correct spell. If this is regarded as a punishment from [Moon], it seems reasonable.

Thinking of this, he also sat up straighter.

"Today's content is very simple." Muen paced slowly on it.

"We all know that the moon has a crazy mystical meaning, which is why many things related to the moon do not seem so normal."

As he said, he slowly walked to a copper-colored horn.

"The course is very simple. I will present to you a song called 'Baste's Ballad'. Under the influence of the ballad, your spirituality will be elevated. Of course, there is nothing strange in this world.

So after your spirituality is elevated, you will hear and see some strange things because of the activation of your cerebral cortex. They come from your memory, your knowledge, and the evolution of your deep desires and fears."

"In today's class, there are three rating standards."

"The first level, if you cannot resist the invasion of the ballad, I will expel you from my class."

"The second level, if you become Complete a round of songs and stay conscious. "

"The third level, extract the information contained in Buster's songs, which may be words, rhythms, or pictures - and the best is the [knowledge] you have learned from the active state.

As I said, Buster will prompt your cerebral cortex, which is a test and an opportunity.

Find your own tune from the chaos.

It is the condition for victory.

The one who completes the homework best this time will get this!"

As he said, Moon turned his hand and revealed a major arcana.

[Moon]

"Let's start." After introducing the rules of the game, Moon started the phonograph.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound floated from it, lingering in the classroom like a substance.

The surrounding scenes gradually disappeared, and Harry closed his eyes and looked at Moon in front of him.

"?"

He immediately realized that something was wrong, but before he could think about it, the figure in front of him turned around.

"Too weak, such a weak nature."

"What?" Harry was a little confused and took a step forward involuntarily.

But he saw Muen's back suddenly transformed into another familiar face.

"You want to defeat me?"

That was the young Voldemort. He became very handsome, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable arrogance.

"I am a genius that Hogwarts rarely sees in a century." He said: "Even if it is only a trace of my remaining soul, it has supported you to come here and become a celebrity in the school."

"But you said. You want to defeat me?" He sneered.