Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Harry froze and could only wait for "Flitwick" to turn around.

Now he finally understands that this is basically an alchemical creation that looks like Professor Flitwick, and what's even worse than the one-two-three wooden man is that this guy doesn't even count one-two-three! !

How long the doll turns its head is completely random, which makes people dare not even run or jump faster. Its reaction is really sharp, and if it moves slightly, a fierce curse will hit.

After several more attempts, he became even more aware of the difficulty of the alchemy doll.

Trying to destroy this doll is completely nonsense. There is a protective alchemy formation on it. The magic spell is useless and will only be bounced back.

Harry looked serious and kept thinking in his mind: "Alchemy creation... Is this the handiwork of Nico Flamel? Or is it Uncle Moon's?"

He didn't know how powerful Uncle Mu En's alchemy was. There were very few learners of this skill, and there was no corresponding course at Hogwarts.

Therefore, he chose to directly equate Uncle Mu En's skills with what the general public considered to be the most powerful.

You can’t go wrong!

Therefore, he could only move forward slowly and step by step.

After about ten minutes, he finally crossed the doll and reached the door.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go straight forward and open the door, his eyes suddenly noticed the side of the door.

There were burnt black marks and splattered blood stains, which meant that someone had suffered a big loss here!

Harry was suddenly frightened, motionless, and squinted as hard as he could at the alchemy doll.

At this point, turning back turned into turning away.

Turning away has become turning back.

The concepts of pros and cons have been reversed!

After reacting, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Quirrell. He probably thought that guy was thinking the same thing as he just thought, thinking that everything would be fine if he simply crossed the puppet, but he got a hard blow in the end.

How unconventional!

No, I should say...bad taste, an extreme bad taste. If you are tricked, the person who set up the level will definitely raise the corner of his mouth with pride.

Harry had already vaguely guessed who set up this level.

Mu En's unique "good fruit smile" gradually emerged in his mind.

Thinking about this, Harry slowly moved forward while observing the puppet's turning movements, and gradually put his hand on the door handle.

At the same time, he also began to guess what the next level should be.

So far, according to the logic of the level, he has experienced screaming, silence, and motionlessness.

Even Harry used this logic and deduced that Lu Wei's characteristics were related to his voice.

These three are Herbalism, Transfiguration and Charms respectively.

Then the next step is Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.

One of the characteristics of this level is the immobility inherited from the previous level.

The second is sight...

Thinking about it, Harry's eyes caught the puppet turning around, opened and closed the door violently, and left here quickly!

As soon as he entered the next room, he began to look around vigilantly, and at the same time, a strong stench hit his face.

To the point that the stench began to burn my eyes, causing tears to roll down unconsciously.

Through his blurred tearful eyes, he only saw a giant monster, bigger than the one he killed last time, lying motionless on the floor in front of him, lifeless.

Watching...well, what the heck, it's good news that we've finally encountered a one-off level.

The troll had long since died, but there were no wounds on its body. Obviously, this was the power of Avada's Kedavra.

The person who casts it must be highly proficient in this spell, so that he can get rid of the giant monsters with strong magic resistance so effortlessly.

The troll's skin is red and congested, and there are two back-mounted syringes on its back.

Harry walked forward, looked at it carefully, and felt a vaguely familiar smell.

Thinking about it, he drew out his blue steel sword and cut open the back of the giant monster's corpse, and thick blood suddenly flowed out.

At the same time, a strange smell that was different from the smell of blood penetrated into the nasal cavity. This smell was a bit pungent, but it also had a refreshing fragrance.

Harry's face was calm, and memories kept flooding in his mind. He directly used the blue steel sword to cut open the troll's back, and added a sharp surgery, which was not too troublesome.

Soon, he cut out the injection bottle from the monster's back, fanned it with his palm, and carefully distinguished the smell!

Exciting potion!

It was the second potion that Uncle Mu En taught him in the summer of 1990, a potion that he used to help him completely control his magic power.

No...no, he drank the stimulating potion. It tasted like it, but not exactly.

Harry looked at the red skin of the troll, and the answer slowly emerged in his mind.

The stimulating potion is actually a weakened version of another potion...

After a while, he stood up slowly, wiped the blood off the sword's edge, rested for a while in a less dangerous room, and then opened the next door.

Then, Harry froze.

A figure appeared in front of him, wearing a ragged robe full of blood stains and a purple scarf on his head. He was hunched over, and blood was dripping on the route he walked.

Quirrell said weakly: "Master, I am injured..."

"Idiot, who made you stand there motionless and stare at the transformed giant monster!!" Another voice sounded from Quirrell for no reason. This voice was very cold and hoarse, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"But...but according to the logic of the level, staring should be enough to avoid fighting." Quirrell's voice trembled.

"Yes, and then you stupid pig just stare at it and watch its stick whip you away!!"

When Harry heard this, he couldn't help but think of the scene in his mind where he thought he had grasped the rules of the level and tried to pass the level with gaze-related behaviors, but was knocked away by a troll...

He seemed to hear Uncle Mu En's sinister laughter:

"There is no rule, I am the rule!"

"Someone is coming!!" the gloomy voice roared.

Quirrell turned his head sharply. He was in a terrible state at the moment. His face was swollen, his nose was broken, and his face was covered in blood.

"Harry Potter?!" Quirrell looked at him in surprise. Then he laughed, and Harry noticed that he was missing two teeth.

"I thought it would be Severus or McGonagall, or at least a teacher..." He just smiled like this, his body straightened a lot, and his voice became longer: "Don't you think too highly of yourself? ?”

"You should ask this question in front of the mirror." Harry said calmly, and his wand suddenly pointed at Quirrell.

"Everything is petrified——"

Quirrell waved his wand and deflected the spell.

"It's just a little trick. Without Dumbledore, you are nothing."

"It seems that after Dumbledore and Mr. Jones left, you finally calmed down a little, and at least you can speak normally!" Harry said unhurriedly.

The longer his tone became longer and slower, the less Quirrell could maintain his proud and arrogant attitude.

He gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know!! That's just my disguise. After all, who cares about a weak, stammering... Qi Luo?"

Harry observed the surrounding environment, walked slightly, and tried to get closer to Quirrell, with his hands behind his back.

At the same time, he nodded and pretended to agree: "If the excuse of 'pretending' can make you feel better, then fine, I believe you are pretending!"

"Enough! Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!!" Suddenly, Quirrell's robe turned into ribbons, piercing Harry like a sudden viper.

He was anxious.

Harry didn't hesitate and jumped away, not even trying to dodge because it was too fast.

"Burning -"

At the same time, he responded with a magic spell in mid-air, and then hit the ground heavily!

Quirrell's hand suddenly twitched, directly knocking away Harry's curse, and at the same time, a roar appeared on his body again: "Enough!"

It wasn't Quirrell's voice. He didn't even move his mouth.

"Being easily provoked by a first grader! How stupid you are!!" the voice roared.

"Master, no, forgive me, it's just that he is too..."

"Shut up!" The voice interrupted him directly. "Let me come and speak to him myself."

"Master, you are still too weak. You can borrow my body."

"I still have this little strength!" said the voice.

Harry was confused. He raised his wand and stood up slowly. He saw Quirrell holding the wand in one hand and looking at him warily, while he began to unravel the scarf on his head with the other hand.

Not long after, with Quirrell's naked head exposed, he slowly turned around.

Harry's pupils flickered, and his throat couldn't help but throb.

I saw a face behind Quirrell's head, an extremely ugly face with no nose.

"Finally, we finally meet." He said, his voice was the same hoarse voice just now, like hair soaked and rotting in the gutter, making people uncomfortable.

"Voldemort, hey, I only knew that you had some relationship with Quirrell. But I didn't expect that you would have such a close relationship with him." Harry's eyes were burning with anger, and the pain like needles on his forehead kept pricking his nerves.

"Yes, thanks to you, I have become a lonely soul and a shadow." A cold smile appeared on his face: "But I don't mind."

Harry's brows rose, but Voldemort said: "We all know that it has nothing to do with you, after all, you were too young back then.

Oh, by the way, how was your time in Slytherin? I heard you caused a lot of trouble. "

"Don't care about human affairs after you die," Harry said.

"Dead?!" Voldemort laughed: "You are still too young, you don't understand yet."

As he spoke, his voice became more and more tempting: "The Magic Stone can make people immortal. The Resurrection Stone can resurrect our dead friends.

The relationship between wizards and death is always ambiguous.

And I conquered death! "

As he spoke, Quirrell's hand twisted strangely, and with a wave of his wand, he lifted up the huge mirror.

“So, I thought we could work together, and for your parents’ sake, I could resurrect them.

I guess the animosity was never that great in the past.

Even, I can see your excellence, you are an excellent Slytherin, you should have a brighter future - with me! "

Harry nodded in agreement: "I never cling to the past, I focus on the future."

The smile on Voldemort's face became even wider. He bent Quirrell's hand and made a crisp sound: "Smart boy, come here. Yes, you made a right choice."

Harry walked over, and Quirrell's hand twisted on his shoulder.

"This mirror is called..."

The next moment, Harry's right hand grabbed his left shoulder and tightly grasped Quirrell's hand that was draped over his shoulder.

At the same time, his left hand reached back into the cloth bag at his waist.

Zheng——

The moment the long sword was drawn out, it was added with the sharpness spell. Blood splattered, Voldemort's words were interrupted, and Quirrell's wail sounded.

Harry followed closely and wanted to finish the attack, but the scar on his forehead suddenly stung, and he saw Voldemort turned into black mist again, broke away from his restraint, and retreated several meters away before turning into a solid body again.

The anger on his face was unspeakable, and it seemed to have turned into substance. With a wave of his hand, the wound that could see his internal organs was forcibly closed together.

"You made a wrong choice." After he finished speaking, he raised his hands, and the cloth robe on his body flew up, attacking Harry with the power of covering up the sky and the sun.

"Don't kill me...is it because I haven't obtained the magic stone yet? Is it related to the mirror?!"

While he was thinking, he quickly retreated, a blazing flame appeared on his sword, and he waved the belt spell to resist Voldemort.

In the cloth robe that covered the sky, two magic spells suddenly flickered. The next moment, Harry's hand involuntarily let go, and both the sword and wand flew towards Voldemort.

In this moment of stiffness, the cloth robe was like a giant monster's fist, knocking him away hard and hitting the wall directly. It only made people feel that his internal organs were displaced.

Voldemort caught Harry's wand and broke it. Then he kicked away the sword.

"Wielding a sword is extremely stupid!" Voldemort mocked, looking at Harry who was sliding on the ground.

"Is this all you have?" Harry's voice appeared again, and with a bang, the sound of the glass bottle breaking echoed in the empty room.

What followed was a feeling as if all the blood rushed straight into his mind, as if his eyes were covered with a layer of blood.

An unknown fire broke out, and an indelible anger exploded in his mind.

Voldemort looked at Harry in shock. The blow just now would have been enough to kill any child.

"I'm leaving you alive, I just hope you can recognize the reality! Here, my words are the rules." Voldemort said, he opened his hand and pointed it at Harry, and the belts swept towards him again.

"Who wouldn't say such a thing!" Harry's voice was low, like an animal's low growl.

Voldemort doesn't want to talk nonsense anymore. After borrowing it to get the Philosopher's Stone, he will give Harry a rough death.

"If you were the rule-"

Harry waved his hand, and under Voldemort's surprised gaze, a wand appeared again.

This is his real magic wand!

At this time, his whole body was red and his eyes were about to burst.

"Then I am destiny!!"

A blazing fire appeared between his staff.

"The flames are blazing!!"

The next moment, Harry pointed his wand at the ground and waved it down. The fierce burning flames immediately spread out, making the so-called snake-like girdle appear so vulnerable.

The flames turned into a wall of flames, and Voldemort looked shocked, "How could it have such power... No! What did he drink just now?!"

But no one would answer him, and the wall of fire descended upon him. Voldemort waved his wand: "All curses end -"

"You are indeed weak enough. Even to this extent, you need to recite a spell and a wand!"

"Collapsed to the ground - all turned to stone -"

Along with such a sound, two magic spells and a figure suddenly emerged from the wall of fire that was dissipated by the termination spell.

Harry's eyes were bloodshot at this time. He was holding a long sword and followed closely behind the two curses.

Raise the sword high!

He never had more than one sword.