Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Is this?" Draco was startled, quickly dropped the object in his hand, and backed away.

The situation in front of him was beyond his imagination and understanding, and he even showed the same expression as those Muggle boys today.

"Don't come here, get away!" He shook his arms and pointed the wand at the guy.

"Uuuuuu——"

The guy just let out a low whimper, like the intimidation of a wild animal when facing its prey, with a hint of depression.

No movement?

Draco looked warily at the pair of eyes that glowed red in the dark classroom, feeling a little confused.

Then, the steps slowly retreated.

The next moment, the door was opened, his steps flickered, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared and locked the door firmly.

"Woo——"

When the beast in the classroom saw its prey disappear, it shook its head and roared.

Then, he vented his anger on Draco's training doll.

In the quiet night, only this roar came from the classroom.

Sudden!

"boom--"

The classroom door was kicked open.

"I'm a ship wizard!"

"Fluorescent flash——"

The wand lit up. He didn't have Harry's strength, and he couldn't even remove the fluorescent spell from the tip of the wand.

But enough!

"Veravito—"

The robe on his body was like a long black snake, attacking the beast that came from nowhere.

"Where's Astoria?" He floated in mid-air, raising the corners of his mouth, with an arrogant confidence in his own power.

And that was indeed the case. The guy had no power to fight back at all. He was like a young animal, his limbs swinging wildly in a hurry, but he could not escape the fate of being tied up by the snake in his robe.

He raised his wand, and the beast was dragged to his eyes, under the light.

"this"

There was undisguised surprise in his eyes.

What appeared in front of him was a panicked fox, its fur all white. In its eyes, there was no longer the mania, only overflowing fear.

"Where did this dirty thing come from?" Draco shook the fox away. In the UK, foxes are not a rare thing. There are tens of thousands of them in London. He also has many manors at home. They often run into the yard to steal chickens and dogs. .

"Damn, I was scared just now." Draco thought about his actions just now.

Hmm. As for the fact that his first thought was to run away, he didn't think it was a big problem.

I'm not back!

With a slight lift of the wand, the extremely familiar transformation technique appeared, and the thorny vines tied the fox on the ground tightly.

Then he lit candles and oil lamps.

"Astoria?" He looked around, then opened the door and looked toward the corridor.

"Where are the people?"

He looked left and right several times, and finally stood in the middle of the classroom, gradually falling silent.

First of all, Draco was very sure that this was not a werewolf, otherwise he might not be able to defeat it.

Even the reason why he chose to run away in the first place was because he suspected that the other party might be a werewolf, so he ran away quickly and closed the door tightly before leaving, not giving the other party a chance to escape.

Turning back to it later, what was actually implicit in his heart was taking advantage of Potter's absence.

Do something serious and show your strength.

But the problem now is that this is not a werewolf, and Astoria has disappeared

What about her?

Then, he slowly approached the white fox.

As soon as he saw him coming over, the fox was tied to the ground, his feet fluttering uncontrollably, and he shrank and leaned back.

Unfortunately, it has no effect.

"Where did you come from?" He squatted down slowly and looked at the fox carefully. It was raised on the ground, its belly with soft fur was exposed, and he couldn't help but want to kick Draco with his hind legs. go.

"I have only heard of the innate Transfiguration Magus, but not the innate Animagus."

"I'm not an Animagus." Astoria's voice appeared.

"Eh?" Draco raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

"You can speak? Then why didn't you speak just now?"

"It, it is frightened by you now." Astoria whispered, with an inexplicable apology: "Then I had a chance to speak."

"It? This fox?" Draco asked.

"That's right." The fox nodded, and then said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Malfoy, can you let go of me?"

"Oh, okay." Draco nodded: "So you are a fox similar to a werewolf?"

The vines gradually loosened and disappeared, with a little blood stains on them.

"Mr. Malfoy is very powerful." Astoria said, "It's just that he's a little too powerful."

Draco nodded awkwardly. Just now, he didn't hold back at all and just threw the opponent away, then tied him tightly.

"Is this the first time?" Draco asked, "Or are you, like werewolves, getting sick when the moon is full?"

"No." The little white fox shook his head: "I was...random. This is the second time this has happened since I came to this school."

"The second time?" Draco nodded, not knowing that the other person was a fox before.

"Yes." The little white fox lay on the ground, and Draco also sat on the ground casually.

"Headmaster Dumbledore told me to go to an empty dormitory if I get sick. But..."

"What?" Draco's eyes widened.

"But the classroom is occupied by those Muggles, right?"

"Yeah." The little white fox nodded: "I didn't expect that it would want to come out today when I am here."

"Sounds like a pretty random thing."

"Yes."

Draco nodded, roughly understanding something: "Then Dumbledore is too unreliable. Didn't he arrange an extra classroom for you?"

The little white fox sighed and shook his head.

"This old madman." Draco shook his head: "Forget it, nothing he does is a surprise."

The little white fox pretended not to hear Draco and Professor Dumbledore's slander and turned a deaf ear, then said: "Mr. Malfoy, can I ask you a favor?"

"Go ahead." Malfoy nodded casually.

"Can you keep this secret for me?" she said, looking at Draco expectantly and pleadingly with her big eyes.

Draco took a deep breath, and after a moment he said, "Well, can I tell just one person?"

"Is it Mr. Potter?" the little white fox said, "Well, sir, I don't know what kind of person Mr. Potter is. If possible, I'd rather not."

"Okay, okay." Draco waved his hand and stood up: "Keep it a secret, that's it, right."

"Yes." She nodded quickly, and even on the fox's face, it could be seen that she was smiling.

"Okay, I promise you." Draco nodded: "Then I'll leave. When you recover, you can go by yourself."

"Okay." Astoria nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."

"It's nothing." Draco turned his head.

Essentially, what happens to the other person has little to do with him.

He had an indifferent attitude towards it.

In fact, it was true. After returning to the lounge, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, when he was kicked awake by Harry, he had already forgotten about the incident.

"So how long have you been asleep?" Draco looked at Harry drowsily.

"Five hours?" Harry said as he changed his clothes, which were covered in blood.

"I rested in the classroom on the eighth floor for about five or six hours."

That's why I didn't sleep until early in the morning.

Draco stood up lazily, called Crabgoyle again, and the group walked outside.

"So I suggest you buy an alarm clock. It's impossible for me to run down and kick you awake every day." Harry said.

"Don't tell me that you plan to sleep in the classroom on the eighth floor for the next period of time."

Harry sighed helplessly and raised his hand to his forehead: "Time is very tight. Listen, I have already said what I want to do, so I must go all out and not make what I say sound like a joke." ”

Draco keenly noticed the dense scars on his raised hand.

"What is this? You're not going to commit suicide by cutting your wrists, are you?"

He didn't care at all what Harry had said.

"Magic." Harry clasped his hands, and the scars on his hands ignited with flames.

The next moment, blood burst out.

Draco looked carefully and finally looked up at Harry.

"That's it?"

"That's it!" Harry nodded: "Let's not talk about it anymore. In short, buy an alarm clock yourself."

"What kind of alarm clock is it? If I want a wall clock, I can ask my dad to send me one." Draco said in confusion.

"Alarm clock. It's a clock that can set off an alarm." A slightly familiar voice appeared, and four people appeared in the corner of the lounge.

"It doesn't look like you slept well," Harry said.

"No, it's just that we all got up earlier." A boy said with some fear.

"I'm just not used to it. Who wouldn't recognize a bed?" Draco casually brought up the topic: "So the alarm clock is from your place?"

"Purely mechanical structure, can be used in Hogwarts."

"Okay, but I don't have the channel to buy it." Draco said a little unhappy.

He was reluctant to need Muggle things to get out of bed.

"In this way, I will bring the coin with me, and you can use it to wake me up every morning."

Harry was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Are you going out to class?" a girl asked.

"No, let's go out to exercise. If you want to come together, that's fine." Harry said, taking the lead to walk out of the lounge.

The four children looked around behind them, and then curiously followed their footsteps.

Outside, what Harry and others did not expect was that, in addition to the people in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, several ordinary children living in Gryffindor also came here.

What followed was Dracoron and others' strong desire for expression.

Although this seems a bit boring to the other three people.

Soon, it was breakfast time.

"Mr. Potter, it's great to see you here." Professor McGonagall looked at them in surprise.

"Principal Dumbledore said that you can choose some of the courses you like to audit." After saying that, Professor McGonagall took out a course schedule: "These are the first-year course schedules. You can choose the ones you are interested in. You are also welcome to participate in some other elective courses in the third grade. I have circled the courses that do not require a magic wand. These courses will hopefully give you a good experience.

In addition, the principal has gone to the Ministry of Magic. He will continue to follow up on the cooperation between the Ministry of Magic and the London Police Department and contact your family members as soon as possible. "

"Thank you, Professor." The children quickly bowed to express their thanks.

"Then I won't disturb you anymore." Professor McGonagall nodded, turned and left.

The children were nervous and exchanged glances with each other.

Quickly, after Neville's nod, they made a decision.

Go check it out and check out the wizarding world classes.

On Monday, when these children appeared in scattered classes at school, they all looked surprised.

The teachers are also more expressive and show the most exquisite magic to these children.

It opened their eyes.

In terms of transfiguration, Professor McGonagall once again turned the desk into a lion, while Professor Flitwick, unlike the first class, told the children why they should learn spells and stopped discussing them.

Instead, he directly demonstrated his exquisite skills.

Mu En gave each of them a sword, and also gave them a little tree demon with the power of transformation, and asked them to attack each other.

He really can't teach anything.

As for the other classes that don't require a wand, they are much more fun.

Magical animals and special herbs all capture children's curiosity.

Almost any lesson that doesn't require a wand is a hit with them.

Except for Potions class——

"I did say that I don't need silly wand waving in my class. But if I see anyone looking disgusted at a toadskin that plays such an important role in the history of potions, I will kick them out, I promise. !”

"It seems that even if you don't need to spend your energy on magic, your brain has not used the vacant wisdom and energy in other places."

Fortunately, these children are not too discouraged.

Because they discovered that Professor Snape was not only attacking them, but also attacking other wizards.

And show no mercy.

Soon, under Dumbledore's supervision, Fudge quickly promoted cooperation between the Ministry of Magic and the Metropolitan Police.

One by one, the children left here and said goodbye to Neville in unison.

They found Colin, a young Muggle-born wizard who was very familiar with these new friends.

He took a picture of each of them with Neville and applied the developing potion.

This chubby-faced big brother, as well as the hardships in the front and the wonderful and wonderful experiences in the back, may become an unforgettable experience in their lives.

Meanwhile, Halloween is here.

Neville came to the infirmary and met Stacey.

"I'm sorry, Professor, they haven't contacted your parents yet. The police department is trying their best to help." Neville said.

Stacey sat on the edge of the bed, her long blond hair hanging over her white hospital gown.

She didn't look anxious at all, but said with a smile: "It's good. This way I can heal my legs and see my mom and dad again, and they will have less to worry about."

Neville was a little lost. He didn't expect the other party to give such an answer.

Then he smiled.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the auditorium. Today is Halloween. It is said that after the banquet, there will be a movie."