Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"This spell is called [Mage's Hand]." Mu En said slowly, rummaging around on the desk, and finally found a few parchment manuscripts.

"Mage's hand?" Harry murmured.

"That's right. Create a ghost hand that can help the caster manipulate and interact with objects."

As he spoke, a slightly transparent fluorescent blue hand appeared in front of Harry's eyes. With extremely flexible palms, he tapped lightly on the bookshelf, and then pulled out another book.

"A basic spell. Many new wizards will choose this as the first spell they learn." Mu En explained.

"Tell me a little about this spell, from the perspective of casting it." As he said that, the glowing blue mage's hand floated in front of Harry.

Harry thought for a moment and shook hands with the mage's hand again.

This fluorescent blue hand interacts with reality and has its own shape. It feels a little cold when you hold it.

"Shapes, colors and...reality interaction!!" Harry said, then his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he muttered: "No...wrong. The core is to interfere with reality and interact with the real world!

According to the logic of spell casting, whether it is the shape of the hand or the color, it is just a framework to better help the wizard influence reality! "

After saying that, Harry raised his head and looked at Mu En nervously.

"It's interesting. There's basically nothing wrong with it. The fundamental logic of Mage's Hand is to interfere with reality."

As he spoke, the mage's hand in front of Harry began to twist and change shape.

"Whether it's shape or color, it's just an abstract conceptual framework that allows beginners to better anchor themselves to reality."

Harry watched in amazement as the mage's hand in front of him was like plasticine, turning into a knife for a while, a sword for a while, and a rope for a while.

"At this stage, the Mage's Hand can already be used as an offensive spell. Especially after we discard its color, it will be more effective."

As he spoke, the changing mage's hand in front of Harry gradually became transparent, but then he felt a slight sting in his forearm.

Taking a closer look, I saw a patch of skin on my forearm, as if it was being stabbed repeatedly by an invisible knife.

Harry suddenly didn't dare to think about it. How terrifying it would be to attack someone so suddenly.

"So that's it!" He nodded.

Mu En nodded: "Inferior wizards regard Mage's Hand as functional magic; excellent wizards regard it as combat magic that can work wonders.

But, remember what I said at the beginning? "

"This magic is used for brain development." Harry answered immediately.

"Correct answer!" Mu En snapped her fingers and said with satisfaction: "After this magic is freed from the shackles of color and shape, the demand for our thinking coordination ability will increase rapidly.

Therefore, for top wizards, Mage's Hand is a rare spell to exercise their brains!

Before your birthday, learn this spell. Before the start of school, control two or more mage hands to work synchronously.

Is there a problem? "

Harry nodded and said with full morale, "No problem."

There was still a week before his birthday, and although time was a bit tight, Harry felt that this was not an impossible task.

"Very good, very energetic!!" Mu En praised: "There are also these two books about ancient magic texts, which are also your homework for this holiday."

"Huh?!" Harry stared blankly at the two thick books floating towards him, and caught them blankly.

"Come on!" Mu En said with a smile, and then placed the two pieces of parchment on the book Harry was holding:

"This is the method and idea of ​​​​casting the magic hand. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

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A week passed quickly, and this week was one of the rare times Harry felt exhausted after entering the Moonlight Castle.

Different from the previous fatigue, the magic of Mage's Hand was beating around his casting limit almost every day, and even made him lose some energy.

However, after a week of torture, he finally became proficient in this magic.

I have been able to manifest a small blue hand to help me pick up some things that are not too heavy.

But it is not yet possible to use the mage's hands to perform precise actions such as writing.

Condensing two hands will always cause the magic to collapse one after another.

Harry saw with his own eyes that Uncle Moon was just sitting on the sofa, with dozens of mage hands writing on different subjects simultaneously.

The precision of spells, information processing capabilities, and magic manipulation represented behind it almost made Harry feel suffocated.

Too scary! !

Early in the morning, after having breakfast and clearing the dining table, Harry planned to go to an empty room on the second floor to do physical exercises, but was suddenly stopped by Moon.

"Harry, go change your clothes. There will be no practice today. Guests are coming." Moon said.

"Guest? Are you Uncle Moon's friend?" Harry was a little surprised. He had been here for so long, but he had never seen any guests come to his door.

"No, I... don't have many friends here." Mu En shook her head.

At this moment, a violent banging on the door sounded.

Harry frowned and said softly in his heart: "It turns out there is a bad visitor coming to the door!!"

After that, he went and opened the door.

A huge figure stood outside the house, with a huge beard and a face full of flesh, making the people outside the house look even more sinister.

Harry was immediately startled and stepped back quickly, breathing heavily.

This body is really too big and intimidating.

He looked at the people outside the room warily, his hands already turned to his waist, and he grasped the hilt of the blue steel sword in the bag.

Then, under Harry's vigilant gaze, the tall figure tried his best to arch his eyebrows and look kind: "Oh, hello. I'm Rubeus Hagrid. I'm from Hogwarts... uh, I'm responsible for picking up Hagrid. Leigh goes to the school janitor in Diagon Alley."

As he spoke, he suddenly changed his subject: "Are you Harry?!"

"Harry, don't be so vigilant. He is from Hogwarts." Moon finally moved his butt away from the red sofa and said, "Please invite someone to come in and sit down."

At this time, Hagrid also noticed the figure in the room, and he wondered loudly: "Dursley?! Are you Dursley?"

Moon opened her mouth, glanced at Harry, and then glanced at Hagrid.

This man...isn't he just pretending?

Well, Mu En must admit that he was silenced by Hagrid's words.

Moon waved her hand: "I just said Dumbledore was confused. Didn't he mention me to you?!"

"Hey! Don't say that about Dumbledore!" Hagrid suddenly became furious, obviously very angry, but the next moment, he suddenly remembered.

Dumbledore told him that Harry Potter was following a very powerful wizard.

"Are you the wizard that Principal Dumbledore was talking about?" Hagrid reacted this time, and then said seriously:

"Dumbledore is not stupid, I just forgot!!"

When Mu En heard this, he was stunned for a long time, looked Hagrid up and down carefully, and then said helplessly: "Well, Dumbledore is not stupid, it's all your problem."

"That's right! Don't say such exaggerated words again!" Hagrid was very serious.