Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Hermione was startled. She stood up and looked around. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Harry, stop making trouble."

Harry took off the invisibility cloak and looked at the entire lounge: "It looks good here, much softer and brighter than Slytherin's lounge."

"I think the style is fundamentally different." Hermione said, then looked at her Transfiguration paper: "What did you want to say just now?"

"Oh, yes." Harry reacted and said: "I once asked Uncle Moon for advice on this chapter about desire in transfiguration. He gave some insights that are not in the book."

"What's your opinion?" Hermione was a little curious.

Harry picked up a piece of paper, folded it into a butterfly shape.

"Follow me." Harry said softly, pulling her to the window.

He opened the window, the stars outside were bright and the moon was just right.

At the same time, a cold wind blew in.

Harry let go of the origami paper in his hand, and saw that the paper was easily blown away by the wind and fell backwards.

At the same time, he quickly swung out the wand in his hand, pointed it at the origami, and the deformation spell immediately acted on it.

I saw the origami twisting quickly and turning into a real butterfly. It flapped its wings with all its strength, fighting against the strong wind for it, and returned majestically to Harry's fingertips.

"Uncle Mu En told me: The characteristic of life is disobedience.

As long as such a desire is added to the process of casting the spell, the transformed object will be given the desire to break free from the shackles of the dead. The casting efficiency of the polymorph spell can be doubled. "

Hermione looked at it thoughtfully, then returned to her seat. She took out her wand and pointed it at the inkwell.

"Give it the idea of ​​breaking free from dead things?" she asked.

"That's right." Harry nodded. After receiving his confirmation, Hermione waved her wand. The next moment, the inkwell began to twist, and after a while, it turned into a dark sparrow.

"Oooh!"

Hermione's eyes widened, and she could clearly feel the difference between this casting and the previous ones.

This time it was too easy, not a little bit easier, and the degree of completion of the transformation was also very high.

"The quality of life is disobedience." She murmured what Harry had just said.

"That's right. We shape-shifting creatures don't need to know the specific structure of its blood vessels, bones, and muscles.

We only need to know that if we want to conjure a sparrow, it should be cheerful, jump up and down, and fly in the air with its wings flapping. "

Just as he was talking, the dark little sparrow fluttered and was about to spread its wings and fly, but unexpectedly Harry waved his wand: "The curse will stop!"

The next moment, the sparrow turned into an inkwell again.

"It can't fly. If the spell suddenly ends in the sky, it will be troublesome." Harry laughed.

"The Terminating Curse..." Hermione looked at Harry with her mouth wide open: "This is part of the third-year curriculum."

Harry turned around carelessly and continued to look at the entire lounge, sighing: "The progress is still a bit slow... I want to start learning some real things at the end of my second year."

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On the way back, Harry felt much more relaxed, as if a big stone had fallen, even making his steps lighten up.

Unexpectedly, after returning to the lounge, Draco, who had fallen asleep, was actually sitting on the bed, looking awake.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"It's just a night out." Harry felt that Draco's appearance was a little strange, and he was thinking about whether he should be more cautious when waking him up tomorrow morning.

"It's a dragon!" Draco whispered excitedly and nervously: "Did you go to feed the dragon?!"

"Huh?" Harry looked much more serious and whispered, "How do you know about dragons?"

"I caught a glimpse of the contents of your book." He finished simply, and then added: "I just happened to see it, just at a glance."

"Okay." Harry nodded helplessly: "There are indeed dragons."

"Can you take me to see it?!" Draco said excitedly.

Harry looked at him doubtfully: "It's just a dragon. What's so good about it that you're so excited?"

"Of course!" Draco nodded: "That's a dragon! Oh my God, I've wanted to raise one since I was a child, but my father didn't allow it. It would be too ostentatious. I'm Draco!"

Harry also realized at this time, Draco, the meaning of the Draco constellation.

Harry looked at him strangely, not expecting this guy to have such an exaggerated name.

It can probably be compared to...Long Aotian.

"What's that look on your face?" Draco looked at him unhappily.

"No, it's nothing." Harry shook his head: "I can take you to see it, okay! But not now, and you can't tell others about this, otherwise it will be in trouble if others know that there is a dragon in Hogwarts."

"Okay." Draco nodded simply, and then said anxiously, "When can you take me to see you?"

"It's too young now, maybe three or four weeks from now."

Three or four weeks is neither long nor short.

At least to Draco, these three or four weeks felt like he was attending Professor McGonagall's class every second.

Even Harry felt that he was mentally disturbed. Every day when I don't think about food or tea, I think about dragons.

However, he did abide by the agreement. No matter how many people asked him what was wrong or if he had something on his mind, he never revealed a word.

It wasn't until nearly a month later that, at Draco's urgent request, Harry finally decided to take him with him and walked out of the lounge together.

On the way to Hagrid's hut, Draco was a little surprised: "The dragon is the stupid one?!"

Harry slapped him hard enough to make him cough: "Hagrid is a nice person.

In addition, as long as you put aside the stupid pure blood theory and unreasonable arrogance, you can find that he can beat us both to pieces with one punch. "

Draco shrank his neck, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that Harry was really right. That fist was bigger than his head, so it would be easy to kill him with one punch.

"Okay, my bad," he said, "That's why we came out so late at night."

"Because the dragon is in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said, "You don't think I put it in an empty classroom in a certain castle, do you?"

The little dragon Norbert has now been moved to the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid's hut is no longer enough for him to stretch out, so Hagrid can only open up a small territory for him in the Forbidden Forest for him to have fun every day.

The Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts is much larger than expected. According to Hagrid, there are many tribes of magical animals that have thrived here for generations, and there are even tribes of centaurs.

Therefore, it is not difficult for Hagrid to carve out a territory for Norbert.

Just as he was talking, Hagrid was already waiting outside the hut with Fang in hand. Draco stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Mr. Hagrid, good evening."

It seemed that he became a lot more polite after he realized that the man in front of him could kill him with one punch.

Hagrid was obviously surprised by Draco's performance, and then he nodded: "Let's go."