Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"I don't know either. Professor Snape hasn't given me any notice of confinement yet." Harry said with some fear.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him: "If you are so scared now, you shouldn't have been so impulsive earlier."

"I'm not impulsive," Harry said.

Hermione took her hands away from "Quidditch Origins" and said: "In short, it's not worth it. It's just that I got scolded by them, and this is because you won.

I can't even imagine what would happen if you were ganged up on by Slytherins. "

"No, you don't understand, Hermione!" said Harry.

"Mr. Jones, look at him saying something like that again!" Hermione was extremely angry. It happened that Harry and she were not in the same house, and there was no house affiliation involved. Moreover, Harry had no intention of evading the punishment for violating school rules. .

This also makes this girl, who is only eleven years old and has a single-minded mind, never know how to argue.

But she felt from the bottom of her heart that there was no need for Harry to fight over such a trivial matter.

Thank you for being injured!

Mu En finally came to his senses, spread his hands and said helplessly: "I won't make any comments."

It has been five days since he left Nurmengard, and today is already the Thursday of the second week.

Grindelwald is undoubtedly half-crazy. He was once deeply involved in dark magic. No matter how rational and elegant he was before, the various desires generated by studying dark magic still dragged him into the abyss during these forty-six years of imprisonment. .

He felt that Grindelwald was like a stumbler in the rapid current who could only hold on to the straw to save his life on the shore.

As for who was the straw that saved his life...he couldn't ask or say...

Anyway, since leaving that time, Mu En has not looked for him again.

"Speaking of which." Mu En looked at the time: "It's time for class in the afternoon, are you ready?"

"Ready, Captain!" Harry said, standing up.

Hermione quickly picked up the book "Quidditch Origins" again and muttered: "Lifting the broom head means up, down... left and right..."

Harry didn't care: "Don't worry, flying is the easiest. If you really can't, jump down from a high altitude and let the broom pick you up. Learn it one step at a time."

Then he received Hermione's eye roll.

"Captain, we're off!" Harry could only say.

"Go!" Mu En waved her hand and quickly drove the two children out of the office.

But after a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Only half of the older children opened the door: "Sir, I just saw two classmates leaving here. Is this the reading room?"

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At three-thirty in the afternoon, the first-year students of Slytherin and Gryffindor hurried down the steps and came to the field in front of the door.

Today is their first flying lesson. The green lawn swayed slightly under their feet. Beyond the lawn was the forest, and the tree crowns were danced by the wind.

The flying teacher is Mrs. Huo Qi, who has short gray hair and golden eyes like an eagle.

She whistled, drawing the little wizards' attention to herself.

"Okay, what are you still waiting for? Everyone stand on a broomstick."

Slytherin and Gryffindor were facing each other in two rows, with a broomstick beside them.

Harry looked down and his heart skipped a beat. The broom looked old and worn, with many burrs on it, and Harry was afraid they would prick his hands.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle." Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front: "Then say: 'Get up!'"

"Get up." Harry shouted, and the broom jumped into his hand.

The broom next to Hermione across from him simply rolled on the ground.

Then, Mrs. Huo Qi began to explain them in detail one by one. After waiting for a long time, all the brooms were finally in their hands.

Just when he was thinking about taking off, the round-faced Gryffindor boy kicked off before Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle.

"Come back!" Mrs. Huo Qi's expression suddenly changed. However, the boy had already climbed up step by step.

Listening to the screams next to him, Harry remembered that the boy's name was Neville.

He had heard it before in Potions class, but he had forgotten it, but the wand in his hand was ready.

"Hermione, keep an eye on him. As soon as he lands, we'll cast a levitating spell." Harry said.

He sighed in his heart, almost on the verge of tears, "Don't be kidding me, my friend, I haven't flown in a long time, do I have to screw up such a hobby?"

So he had to ensure that nothing went wrong, but this classmate looked big and round, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cope with the already impressive weight and acceleration of gravity on his own!

"Huh?!" Hermione hadn't reacted yet.

Harry did not look at Hermione, but hummed, and continued to stare at Neville. He could see the frightened and pale face of the other person.

He gasped for air, and due to excessive panic, his hand gradually lost strength and slipped off the broom.

It's now!

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry waved his wand fiercely.

Neville's fall suddenly slowed down. Similarly, due to the slowed down speed, Hermione's spell followed closely and hit accurately.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Neville was able to land smoothly.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Ho Qi quickly walked over and helped Neville up: "Child, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay!"

Mrs. Huo Qi's heart tightened. Is this okay? !

Don't scare your child into trouble.

She turned to the other students in the class and said: "I will take this child to the infirmary. No one of you is allowed to move! Put the broomstick back where it belongs. Otherwise, you will be kicked out before you can even say 'Quidditch'." Out of the gates of Hogwarts. Come on, dear."

However, Mrs. Hooch had not taken Neville very far when someone burst out laughing.

"Did you see his face, that big stupid guy?"

The other Slytherin students also chuckled.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil snapped.

"Hey, protect Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly-looking Slytherin girl: "I didn't expect you to like the chubby little tearbag, Patil."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass: "It's something that idiot Longbottom's grandmother brought him."

Harry glanced at him: "If laughing at others can bring some satisfaction to your poor hearts, then laugh at me."

He walked towards Malfoy, grabbed Neville's memory ball, and snatched it away.

"It's my invitation."

"Potter!" Malfoy was angry again. He pointed at Harry and said through gritted teeth, "Let's have a contest."

"Compared to what?" Harry was confused.

"Just like a broomstick!" Malfoy roared angrily. He had plenty of flying experience, and he felt that he could completely fool Potter into confusion.

"Forget it." Harry shook his head: "This is the only thing you can brag about in front of me. If I accidentally defeat it again, I will be very worried about your mental state.

And I just want to wait for Mrs. Huo Qi to come back and then fly safely, that's all. "

Harry handed the memory ball to the boy named Seamus, who seemed to have a good relationship with Neville.

"Thank you." Simo quickly took the ball.

"You're welcome."

"You don't look like a Slytherin," the two Gryffindor boys laughed.

"No." Harry shook his head and said with a smile, "I just feel like I'm quite like a Slytherin-house student."