Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Early the next morning, Harry got up early as usual, washed up casually, then put on light clothes and got ready to go out and start his morning homework.

Click——

Outside the door was the corridor of Slytherin's dormitory, as dark as ever, with several floating candlesticks flying towards him.

"Is that the reason?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Harry.

Harry turned his head, but he didn't know when Draco was already sitting on the bed, looking directly at him.

"What's the reason?" Harry wondered, his voice came from here and echoed in the empty corridor.

"The reason why you are so... able to defeat them."

Draco didn't want to admit that Harry seemed strong to him, but instead put it another way.

"Is it really useful to wake up so early every day?" Draco's eyes were full of desire.

To his disappointment, Harry shook his head and denied, "No!"

Facing Draco's gaze, Harry said slowly: "Whether it's getting up early or doing morning exercises, it's just a [goal] I set for myself.

When I achieve my goal every morning, I will tell myself, ‘You have done something as difficult as getting up. You guy, I really don’t know what else you can’t do today! ’”

Draco thought, then shook his head dryly: "I don't understand."

Harry smiled and explained: "I don't know how to describe it. In the past, I was simply asked by Uncle Moon to run to school every day. It wasn't until one day a month later that I suddenly understood.

Maybe some things have to be done before they can be understood, right? "

Draco knew Uncle Moon, and Harry preferred to use this title, so there was no need to hide it when talking to him.

After that, he was leaving.

"Wait a minute!" Draco said.

Harry put his hand on the door and looked at him doubtfully: "Is there anything else?"

"I'll go too!" Draco said, "Anyway, I went to bed early enough yesterday, and I'm bored now."

He did go to bed early yesterday. Ever since Harry disparaged the pure-blood theory in front of him, he had been racking his brains to find arguments to refute the opponent.

However, in the end, he just fell on the bed in a daze and fell asleep early.

That's why he got up early today.

Harry glanced at the time, then nodded: "Whatever."

Hearing this, Draco quickly put on his clothes and shoes, and hurriedly followed him out of the lounge.

As for Crabbe and Goyle... Draco sincerely wished them well with their snoring.

It wasn't until he walked out of the lounge that Draco was shocked to realize what the morning before seven o'clock was like. It was also the first time that he felt that the lounge, corridors, and castle were so empty.

Here, the footsteps and breathing sounds that you usually don't care about can continue to echo. Sometimes you can even encounter ghosts passing through the walls in the dark corridors, and the flickering candlelight always flickers on and off.

It makes people's hearts tremble.

He tightened his clothes and looked at Harry walking in front. All the way to the outside of the castle. Then he watched Harry do some simple warm-up exercises and then start running.

That's it? That's it?

Who can’t do this!

I'll come too.

Thinking about it, he started running, two laps... four laps... His whole face gradually turned red, and the pumping of his chest and heart gradually felt like it was about to explode.

After five laps, he held his knees with both hands, his whole body hunched over, and he didn't even have the strength to stand firm.

"Seeing as you don't exercise much, if that doesn't work, go and rest." Harry's voice sounded from behind.

He circled Draco again.

"You...are you...taunting me?!" Draco gasped and growled in displeasure.

Harry slowed down, turned his head and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Not at all.

Uncle Mu En told me that being too tired to straighten up is the proof of climbing, and I respect every climber. "

At this time, the sun had just emerged from the top of the mountain. Draco raised his head and saw the golden sunlight falling on Harry's face.

He couldn't see Harry's expression clearly, but he seemed to sense a sincerity in Harry's tone.

A sincerity that I had never felt before.

After Harry finished speaking, he adjusted his breathing and returned to his state, and quickly distanced himself from Draco.

Looking at Harry's back, Draco gritted his teeth and hit his thigh hard.

"Pote, just wait! Wait for the day when I surpass you!!"

As he said that, he started running wildly.

Then...cramps.

Mu En walked all the way over and looked at Draco, who was lying on the grass with a twitching face, and was a little curious: "What's wrong with him?"

"My legs are cramped." Harry was a little embarrassed. He had used magic to heal Draco's cramped legs and feet, but this guy couldn't bear the pain. He was still lying on the ground, looking like he was dying. appearance.

"Okay." Moon shrugged, then said goodbye to Harry and walked towards the castle.

As soon as he stepped onto the corridor of the castle, he noticed a figure.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell." Mu En greeted.

"Joan...Mr. Jones, good morning." Quirrell greeted with a stumble.

"What are you looking at?" Mu En asked. When he came, he noticed that Quirrell's eyes were focused on the two children outside.

Quirrell shook his head repeatedly: "No, no...nothing. Yes...by the way, do Mr. Jones know...Harry Potter?"

"So we know each other." Mu En nodded: "Okay, I'm going to the office. Let's talk when we have time."

"Okay, bye...bye!" Quirrell waved to him.

Mu En crossed Qiluo, feeling a little confused, and suddenly, the alarm bell sounded in her heart.

He turned around sharply, only to find that Quirrell was still standing in the corridor as usual, looking at the two children outside the castle.

Mu En's figure did not change, she raised her hand slightly, and a black light condensed on her fingertips, and black lightning flashed continuously.

However, Quirrell remained as usual, with his back turned to him.

Mu En stared at Quirrell's back until the warm sunlight fell on his fingertips, then removed the condensed spell, then turned and left.

By the way, what is the password for Dumbledore's office? Chocolate frog? I don’t know if there have been any changes...

After he left for a long time, Quirrell's body, which had been standing easily, suddenly softened. His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he was breathing heavily, even worse than Draco.

"Idiot!" An angry roar exploded in his mind.

"I'm sorry, Master." Quirrell quickly apologized in his mind, knowing that the Master could hear what he was saying.

The voice in his mind was still full of anger and shouted: "That guy is definitely not simple! He may be the person Dumbledore found to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, and he has already begun to doubt you." He roared: "Since then From today on, don’t worry about that child anymore, what’s important is the Philosopher’s Stone.”

"Yes...yes, Master!"

Quirrell said quickly, then turned and left.

"Chocolate frog!"

Mu En said while standing at the door of the gargoyle stone beast on the third floor. Unfortunately, the gargoyle was completely unmoved.

It seems Dumbledore has changed his password.

Seeing the children coming and going who got up early, he felt a little embarrassed and was reluctant to do anything drastic.

As for teleportation, that is even more impolite.

After thinking about it, he had no choice but to put a disguise spell on himself.

The eighth floor of the castle, the principal's office. Dumbledore was having breakfast when he suddenly heard the sound of the glass on the window being knocked.

He habitually raised his hand and opened the window. The people who came here every morning were usually owls.

It can even be said that he has to meet a lot of owls every day. Of the Wizengamot, the Order of Merlin, the Ministry of Magic, the School Board. There are also letters from various graduates, from newspapers, magic magazines...

Sometimes, there are also some personal letters.

But today, something is different.

Less than two seconds after opening the window, he noticed something unusual. Then I saw a cat head canceling the phantom spell at the window.

"I tried my best to make my appearance less presumptuous." Mu En said, "After all, I knocked on the door, no, I knocked on the window!"