Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On the streets of Hogsmeade, a boy wrapped in a thick sweater walked through the muddy village road.

He lowered his head and carefully counted the coins in his hand.

"Twenty kats for eight."

Thinking about it, the red-haired boy scratched the back of his head with a headache and tried his best to calculate what he should buy.

This is the Christmas shopping money sent to him by his parents. To be honest, it is really a bit small.

"Let me think about who to send, Dean, Seamus, and Neville."

"Do you want Granger to send it?"

Just as he was thinking about it, two familiar figures passed by the corner of his eyes. He took a closer look and saw that it was the Granger he was thinking about just now. He was walking with Harry Potter from Slytherin.

OK, I won’t send it.

It would be a lie not to give them. Okay, Ron thought of everyone who did morning exercises together, so Harry also wanted to give Christmas gifts, and Malfoy - forget it, I really won't give this one.

And Lavender?

For some reason, they always sit together in class recently, and they talk to each other more, so they are considered friends. Ron still values ​​this rare female friend.

Then, he thought about several friends, and finally calculated that the money was really a bit reluctant.

And he also wanted to give Wood a gift.

Wood is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and Ron wants to join the Quidditch team next year, so at least we should be familiar with each other?

But even if you just buy the most ordinary Bee Duke snack gift pack, the money is still quite tight.

"Young man, what are you thinking about?" Suddenly a hoarse voice appeared in his ear.

An old man squatting on the street corner raised his head from his hood, looked at Ron with his cloudy eyes, and smiled, showing his blackened teeth.

"It seems that your financial situation is not very optimistic. I heard you muttering that you seem to be worried about giving gifts to your friends at Christmas." He said.

"No, it's nothing to worry about." Ron shook his head. As a native wizard child, he knew that the guy dressed like this was not a good person.

"No, you are troubled. Everyone can see that." The man shook his head: "I'm a shopper. Well, I'm just a hawker. I have some exquisite second-hand things."

As he spoke, he squatted on the street and spread his hands: "No, I told you clearly that it was a second-hand thing. This is my sincerity.

But don’t worry, they are all good stuff and cheap, perfect as gifts. "

"Really?" Ron looked at him suspiciously.

"Of course." The man nodded, and then suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Wait a minute, you are not thinking that I am the kind of human trafficker that was discussed a while ago, are you?"

Ron's expression changed, a little embarrassed.

"Okay, it's normal for you to have such thoughts, but no one dares to do anything to the children of Hogwarts."

As he said that, he seemed to have exhausted all his thoughts on explanation: "Would you like it? Just one sentence."

"You have to at least show me." Ron was somewhat moved.

"Okay, come with me, right here."

With that said, he stood up, patted his knees, and walked towards the alley next to him.

Ron hesitated for a moment, then took out his wand and put it in his sleeve, and followed the man in.

However, after just two steps into it, the man in front suddenly turned around: "Everything turned to stone——"

As soon as Ron raised his wand, a lightning-like spell suddenly immobilized him.

Then, the man walked towards him.

This kind of child's thoughts are really easy to figure out.

Then, he focused his attention on Ron's hands.

As a member of society, he is really familiar with grabbing some pocket money from children.

Ron, who was immobilized, could only watch as his hand was ripped open, and then——

"Bring it to you!"

However, the next moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared from behind Ron and hit the man.

Then, a generous palm was placed on Ron's body.

"The curse stops immediately——"

The petrification spell on his body was also lifted instantly. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man holding a suitcase standing next to him.

"Damocles Belby?" Ron said in surprise. This man had only appeared in school two days ago, and Ron saw him from a distance.

"Do you know me?" Belby smiled, walked forward, took back the money from the man's hand, and handed it to Ron.

"It seems that you are a Gryffindor student, from the Weasley family. What is your name?" Belby asked.

"Sir, my name is Ron." Ron replied quickly.

"Ah, Ron Weasley, didn't you come to Hogsmeade with your friends?" Belby continued to ask in a gentle voice.

"No, sir," he replied.

"It seems that you are in trouble. Only troubled children would choose to walk alone in the busy streets." Belby said: "If you don't mind, I am willing to be your audience."

As he said that, he took out a golden Galleung from his pocket and said, "It just so happens that I also have something on my mind."

"Ah?" Ron was a little confused, and then his eyes focused on the Galleung.

"Sir, why do you want to."

"Why?" Belby smiled, then looked at the white sky and let out a breath of air.

"Maybe it's because when I was your age, I didn't have anyone to talk to about my troubles."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and rubbed Ron's hair.

Harry and Hermione were hanging out in Zuko's Magic Joke Shop.

Hermione picked up an inkjet quill. This quill would spray ink from the tip of the feather when someone wanted to use it to write. It was a conventional but useful prank prop.

Placed next to it is an invisible quill, and the recorded content will gradually disappear after two hours.

This means that it is possible that the notes of the person you are pranking will completely disappear for the entire class.

It is also a timeless prank prop.

But from Hermione's point of view, this is no different from breaking the law - those are notes, such important class notes! How can this be used as a joke!

"I would never use a quill given to me by others." She whispered to Harry.

"That's a good idea, and I don't know it either." Harry nodded in agreement.

"You'd better be careful about the chocolates that others give you." Hermione smiled: "I've heard that someone is going to put a love agent in your chocolates."

"How is that possible?" Harry waved his hands in embarrassment.

"Is it really impossible?" Hermione said with a half-smile.

"No, I mean, I won't eat it. I found this kind of thing in the chocolate in February this year." Harry explained awkwardly.

"Haha." Hermione laughed, and then asked: "By the way, what was the gift Professor Jones gave you last year?"

"A Christmas present?" Harry thought about it for a moment, then shook his head: "Nothing like that."

Hermione was a little surprised when she heard the answer: "No? It's Christmas."

"No." Harry shook his head seriously: "Professor Jones doesn't really care about these things."

"What about birthdays?"

"Birthday?" Harry thought about it for a moment, then showed the ring on his hand: "I received this when I was still in school, and I didn't get it at other times."

"No? Okay."

Harry turned to look at Hermione and smiled: "Actually, rather than so-called gifts for holidays or special days, I should say that I receive gifts from Uncle Moon all the time.

Perhaps from another perspective, the gifts I receive appear in every moment, what I learn, what I think, my vision, worldview, and knowledge that others have never touched. "

"Really?" Hermione was a little surprised, and then quickly added: "I mean, do you really think so?"

"Of course." Harry smiled, turned to look elsewhere, memories flashed in his eyes: "And uncle, he just doesn't care about these so-called 'special days', but if you want to give me something, there are many unexpected times. There were all of them. For example, the day he asked me to bring shooting stars to school, the day I had a fight with the Dursleys, there were many. "

"Well, it seems you don't care that the so-called festival has a hereditary origin - no, it has a reason."

"Don't I care?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Of course, you didn't notice it, right?" Hermione smiled: "I found out from Draco. He said that you received so many things for Valentine's Day, and that something suddenly appeared in your dormitory during small holidays. . But you never mentioned these things to me.”

Harry thought about it for a moment, and indeed he vaguely remembered some gifts, greeting cards, and love letters that appeared out of nowhere.

On Valentine's Day, the gifts that appeared in the dormitory were piled as high as the bed.

"Maybe, I just think these things are insignificant." Harry smiled, and then he suddenly noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Isn't that Ron?" he whispered, then looked next to Ron.

"Damocles Belby, Master of Potions. How do they know each other?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"Maybe they are relatives." Hermione replied nonchalantly: "Purebloods are all related to each other to some extent."

"Maybe." Harry said uncertainly.

He was not familiar with Ron, but it was just a guess about Ron. If he really had such a close relationship with Damocles, then he must have boasted about it long ago.

Forget it, Harry shook his head and decided not to make such unfounded malicious speculations. This kind of behavior was not considered cultivated.

At the same time, Ron also greeted them.

Belby saw this scene and looked at Ron with a smile: "Do you know each other?"

"Yes." Ron raised his chest and said, "We have a pretty good relationship and we often do morning exercises together."

"That's it." Belby nodded, took out an aluminum curved wine bottle from his robe, unscrewed it and took a sip without changing his expression. From the corner of his eye, he watched Harry and the two leave Zuko's Magical Joke Shop.

After a moment, he looked at Ron.

"Have you picked out Christmas gifts for your friends? If so, let's go."

"good."

When he came to the counter, he paid the bill generously: "Pack them all in colored paper for us, and leave the names of each classmate by the way."

"Okay, sir."

After giving the instructions, Belby looked at Ron and smiled: "Let's go buy a drink. I'll buy the gift, and you buy me the drink."

"Mr. Belby, I should." Ron smiled.

Afterwards, the two walked out of the joke shop.

On the street, Ron's face was almost as red as his hair. The excitement in his heart was beyond words, which made him hesitate to speak.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Belby," he said.

"It's nothing." Belby smiled: "How should I put it, I'm just paying for my own childhood."

"Mr. Belby's childhood?" Ron murmured.

"Yeah." Belby nodded: "My childhood was very bad. I had a very irresponsible father. Of course, I'm not saying that your father is bad.

I just want to say that in my childhood, I felt just like you who walked the streets before, feeling confused and at a loss. "

As he spoke, he showed a smile.

"Then, just like you met me today, I also met someone who helped me get out of that confusion."

"Really?" Ron looked at Belby, feeling as if he had heard a wonderful story, a story passed down by love.

"Really." Belby nodded seriously: "His name is Tom Riddle."

"Tom Riddle?!"

The next moment, a coldness like falling into an ice cave penetrated his whole body.

At the same time, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a magic spell came to his ears: "The soul leaves the body——"

"Yes, Tom Riddle." Belby still had that gentle voice. He slowly leaned down and whispered in Ron's ear.

He still had that gentle smile showing his white teeth.

"But I hope you can respectfully call him - the Dark Lord!"

About ten minutes later, a red-haired figure appeared in Zuko's joke shop again.

In his hand, he held a leather suitcase.

"Is everything packed?"

"Wrap this box again for me."

"Okay." The clerk recognized the boy who had just checked out: "Where are your adults?"

"My lord?" Ron showed a half-smile, took out an aluminum curved wine bottle from his robe, and took a sip: "He went home first."

As he said that, Ron began to look at the wrapped gifts that were put aside, with the names of 'his' friends written on them one after another.

"Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Harry Potter."

"That's perfect Ron Weasley."

"Let me see, poverty, low self-esteem, sensitivity. A poor family, an excellent brother, average grades, ignorance and the mentality and world view of a young person."

"What a featureless guy." Ron raised his head and seemed to have seen this guy's low self-esteem and sensitive life while accomplishing nothing.

"Your things are packed." The clerk turned around and showed the packed suitcase in front of Ron: "Who is this gift to you?"

"You don't need a label for this." Ron smiled.

‘I just want to be able to bring it in normally without looking obtrusive. ’

"Help me pack the other things." He said, and then picked up the box alone.

This box will conflict with other traceless telescopic spells, especially the inferior non-curing spells on these inferior packaging bags.

It's easy to "explode" them.