Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Harry took a deep breath and suddenly realized that the Slytherin in front of him was somewhat different from the Slytherin he and Uncle Moon had imagined.

Then, for some unknown reason, a smile appeared on his face and he strode into it.

That's interesting, isn't it?

The common room was a long, narrow basement with walls and ceilings made of rough stone. Round, glowing green lights were hung from the ceiling by chains.

Under the beautifully carved mantelpiece, a fire crackled and burned. Many objects in the entire lounge were very exquisite and looked valuable.

Inside, there seems to be some topic being discussed:

"I bet he'll last until May."

"Don't think about it. He used to teach Muggle Studies. Those who teach that kind of class are capable of several people. If you ask me, he won't be able to handle it until March at the most."

"I also don't think he can make it through March. I saw him in the Leaky Cauldron. He was stammering and looked like a wimp."

"Then let's take a gamble. I'll give you ten galleons."

"I bet eight."

…

When Harry walked into it, he was keenly aware of the surrounding eyes focused on him. The inexplicable discussion just now was much quieter.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Rayden Hewitt came over and put his arm around Harry's shoulders, showing that they were very close friends in front of everyone.

"What were you discussing just now?" Harry asked curiously.

"We are talking about Quirrell." Raiden explained: "There is no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts who can last more than one year.

It is said that the former mysterious person wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but was rejected by Principal Dumbledore. He then cursed the position with a grudge.

Since then, no one has been able to teach in this position for a year. "

"So there is such a saying, thank you." Harry nodded and thanked, and then said: "Sorry, I want to tidy up the dormitory."

"Of course, I will accompany you to find your dormitory."

Harry had no choice but to follow him to the dormitory. Unfortunately, he and the Draco trio slept together.

Okay, it doesn't matter...

In the common room, everyone watched Raiden and Harry walk up, and then started talking to each other again. However, this time, the topic had changed.

"Do you want to get in touch? I think it would be good to make friends with the famous Harry Potter, and he is the only bloodline of the Potter family. The prefect has already started to get in touch with him."

"Prefects are nothing." Someone said dismissively: "If he hadn't had no background and was obedient, could Professor Snape have given him a prefect?! He just wants to take advantage of the halo, so don't worry about him."

"Don't worry, Potter is indeed famous enough, but don't forget, there are still some people here who hold a grudge against him."

"What do they want to do?"

"How do I know? I only know that if it weren't for Potter, the parents of some of our classmates would not be imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Let's see again. I heard that guy had a conflict with the Malfoy family on the train. It would be better to wait until the conflict between them is over. Some people will be unable to bear it."

"They must be very happy that Potter was sent to Slytherin. If he goes to Gryffindor, they really won't find a chance to retaliate against Potter. Those reckless men will definitely protect him to death."

"I said, can you not mention those guys?!"

…

…

The next morning, Harry got up early, put on some light clothes, walked out of the lounge, and started running around the castle.

More than ten minutes later, he saw a figure appearing on the lawn of Hogwarts, walking slowly, the hair on his face flowing in the morning breeze.

When he came to the front, Harry stopped and waved: "Uncle Moon."

Mu En nodded: "Just call me Jones when I'm in school. Of course, Captain is also fine."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then straightened up and said, "Oh, Captain! My Captain!"

"You brat." Mu En couldn't help but laugh: "How do you feel about your first night at Hogwarts?"

"It's okay, but Slytherin is a little different from what I imagined." Harry said.

"Deviation?" Mu En was a little curious.

"No, um...it's okay, I think I can handle it. But I didn't expect to be in the same dormitory as Draco, the one from the Malfoy family."

"Didn't a conflict break out between you?" Seeing that Harry didn't want to say more, Mu En followed the topic he changed.

"Not last night, because they came to trouble me yesterday after boarding the Hogwarts Express, but I beat them away," Harry said.

Mu En nodded, and then said: "Starting from today, you will have to do one more homework."

I saw him gently waving his right hand, and with a swish, his sleeves rolled up.

Looking again, a wand appeared in his hand.

"Normally, I recommend hiding this small wand in the sleeve of your underwear so that it can be taken out at any time. This is also a little trick in magic duels." Mu En explained.

Harry stuffed the wand into his sleeve like a trick, but found that it was too loose and the wand would always slip. He swung it outward, and before his hand could catch it, the wand fell straight into the grass.

"So, this is a skill that needs to be practiced." Mu En said: "Do you know why most wizards have the habit of wearing robes?"

Harry shook his head, looking confused.

Mu En put the wand back into his sleeve again: "Because the robe is wide enough, it can hide many magic potions and spell-casting materials. It is in line with the wizard's fighting ideas, which is: never let others know how many cards you have.

Hide, hide everything you have. Always let your enemies underestimate you so you can get more opportunities. "

After explaining, Mu En raised his hand slightly forward, and a branch that fell in the grass flew straight towards him.

Then he lightly touched the branch with his palm, turning the branch into the shape of a magic wand.

Moon handed the fake wand to Harry: "In the future, never let others know that you have a wand in your sleeve that can be used at any time."

"So that's it..." Harry thought thoughtfully.

"Of course." Mu En nodded: "By the way, you will also use this fake wand in class from now on."

When Harry heard this, he took a deep breath and nodded: "I will do it."

At this moment, the two of them also walked into the castle and bumped into a figure in the corridor around the corner.

"Oh! Bo... Bo... Potter," Professor Quirrell happened to meet the two of them. He saw Harry looking very excited: "I am so... indescribably... happy to see you!"

"Hello, Professor Quirrell." Harry suddenly felt embarrassed.

"I...I never thought you would go...to Slytherin!" Quirrell said with some surprise.

"I think Slytherin's philosophy is very good." Harry said. I added silently in my mind: "It's just an idea!"

He saw a welcome letter for new students on his bedside last night. The content of the letter probably said: We don't just recruit pure bloods. You can see that many of our little wizards are mixed blood. At least one of their parents is a Muggle. And so on, and even said that Merlin also came from Slytherin...

In Harry's opinion, the whole welcome letter was trying to hide the truth, especially when combined with the password "Pure Blood Supremacy", it created a sense of magic.

And...oh my god! If he hadn't been familiar with history, he would have been fooled. Merlin was at least six or seven hundred years older than Slytherin.

Not to mention Slytherin House at that time, Slytherin himself hadn't even come out yet.

"Oh, yes...yes!" Quirrell seemed very satisfied with Harry's words. After saying that, he turned to look at Moon: "Mr. Jones, what are you looking at?"

Mu En retracted her gaze from looking at the scarf on his head, feeling a little presumptuous, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I'm just curious. This scarf looks very extraordinary."

In Mu En's opinion, this scarf is too clean, abnormally clean. This does not mean that it is clean in the physical sense, but it means that it does not leak any smell except the smell of garlic.

It's as if someone used editing software to forcibly insert a single color block in the gray and chaotic world.

unexpected! Abnormal!

"Yes... this... this is a gift from an African prince." Quirrell said, and then nodded to the two of them: "I... say goodbye first. I haven't been back for a long time. I have to get to know... the castle again."

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Accidentally traveled to the game world and returned to the eve of the plot.

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