Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 295 If I really killed his father...

"What the hell is going on!!"

Madam Pomfrey's scream suddenly sounded in the empty Hogwarts Castle, like thunder on the ground.

"Neville... ah... he plays with fire, yes, that's it." Harry had to bite the bullet and said.

"I didn't say this!" Madam Pomfrey's face turned pale: "You guys often came to me with burns some time ago. Now you bring your friends to me. I'm not surprised at all. This is what I'm talking about!"

As she spoke, Madam Pomfrey pointed to Harry's third hand.

Then, in her frightened eyes, the hand raised up and greeted her.

As she spoke, she placed her hand on the scar on Draco's cheek.

"Bobby, this is my arm, don't panic." Mu En nodded slightly and explained.

Just tonight, after all you have to explain why you are in the hospital bed. "

If... I really killed Goyle's dad, I really killed Crabbe's dad...

"Then...I..."

"Um...that's right." Harry nodded awkwardly.

"You have to work with Draco to find a way out of the cage."

"Wha...what?!" Harry felt like he didn't understand.

"Then... what should we do?" Harry said.

But the idea of ​​him being the headmaster of Hogwarts... Neville thought it was a bit fanciful.

In the silent corridor, footsteps suddenly sounded.

“In every sense of the word, yes.

"Yeah, it's a complicated question, isn't it."

"Yes." Harry fell on the desk in despair: "There are irreconcilable conflicts between us."

"Okay, you can go out first." Madam Pomfrey said. He carefully observed Harry and Draco and found that both of them had skin injuries.

"Draco!" Narcissa saw him from afar at the other end of the street, jogged slowly and hugged him into her arms.

Soon... as it was getting late, Madam Pomfrey finally stopped what she was doing.

When the bloody scene appeared, Mu En shook off his sleeves and reattached his arms.

Then, he raised his brows with a sense of expectation: "Aha, it would be even better if you could become the principal of Hogwarts!"

Snapped--

But for Pomfrey, what she wanted was never efficiency, nor those powerful medicines.

He never made a heavy move. He had obviously touched the snake ring on his finger before starting. At that time, he thought he would release the basilisk and kill those guys.

"But, well done!" Grindelwald interrupted Neville and ignored the topic.

This is Mrs. Pomfrey, the school doctor at Hogwarts. Her medical treatment methods can be said to be the most cumbersome in the entire UK. Even in the eyes of some doctors at St. Mungo's, the use of bandages instead of magic here is backward and Inefficient move.

Then I thought about it again.

"Oh my god..." In the quiet infirmary, Pomfrey could only shake his head helplessly as he looked at Neville's skin and flesh.

"Very good..." Neville nodded with great difficulty: "He is dead... At that moment, I finally felt a trace... a trace..."

Because they are...those Death Eaters.

"There are some things that you can't figure out alone." Mu En smiled and shook his head: "If you are hostile to Draco and Gower, then all conflicts will be logical. It is nothing more than the conflicts between the elders.

"Ah, magic." Mu En nodded casually and waved his finger. Neville's body immediately floated, and then he lay down on the bed.

"Teacher, he... uh... I don't know either." Neville, who was not good at words, could only respond vaguely: "He wants my best after all..."

"Lie down." Grindelwald walked to the bedside and glanced down casually.

"Yes." He could only nod in panic and then raised his head: "Is someone dead?"

But the reality is - you have to worry about each other. "

"Who knows?" Mu En shook her head helplessly: "It doesn't matter to me, I'm just fulfilling my duties as a professor.

In fact, Neville still doesn't understand why Grindelwald chose to impart knowledge to him personally.

"But it won't be long." Mu En raised her head.

On the contrary, my parents suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Draco's eyes were downcast. In fact...during the commotion before, he had never thought of taking the initiative to find Potter and the others.

Then, the door was pushed open.

But in the end he had no intention of doing so.

"The answer is correct." Mu En smiled and said nothing. You can choose to forgive such nonsense.

No one knew what he was thinking, but looking at the slightly raised corners of his mouth, it seemed that he was in a good mood now.

Due to her inherent impression of children, she automatically ignored sensitive words such as killing machines and revenge.

"I..." Neville was suddenly stunned and looked at Grindelwald in confusion.

Then, he slowly walked around the bed: "When I go out from now on, others will say that my student is just a fool who is addicted to the past.

"Let's go home," Narcissa said. "You must be scared."

"The answer is correct." Mu En nodded: "That is - extremely weak."

Dong Dong——

That's the reason!

Draco figured everything out, and at the same time, he fell into a complicated emotion.

"What?" Narcissa looked at her son in surprise: "Why would you ask this question?"

"Your teacher looks..." Madam Pomfrey smiled helplessly.

"I said that one person can't figure it out, and I also said 'you have to consider each other'."

"I'm leaving, you'd better recover quickly, Christmas will be over in the blink of an eye." Grindelwald said the last sentence, then turned and left, without too much comfort or encouragement.

In fact, the biggest gain of this operation for Voldemort is 'we have confirmed that he needs the Philosopher's Stone'. ”

For Dumbledore, he now wants to realize his unfinished dream in education, so he has to clean up the house, and Voldemort is that garbage.

"I was scared, you are gone, I hid in the alley." Draco hurriedly said: "Where is my father?"

But there is no sequelae.

For Voldemort, because of the existence of the prophecy, he will not allow you to have enough time to grow into an old guy like Dumbledore.

"Okay. "Harry could only suppress this question temporarily, and then asked a question that was lingering in his mind.

What I want is a wizard - an excellent, upright wizard."

"You are indeed my creation." Grindelwald showed a gentle smile, and naturally compared him to an object.

These two people, he can be sure of - Death Eaters.

"You actually have such a stupid idea."

"It's a good time." Harry said instinctively.

"The meaning of my learning magic."

"They are fine, dear, they didn't come here today." Narcissa said hurriedly.

"There are also Horcruxes, changes in the Ministry of Magic and other factors. In short... interesting things are coming."

Full of bad taste.

She knew that Harry was very experienced in these minor injuries. After all, this guy would always injure himself every once in a while, and would run to the infirmary to ask for distilled water.

"Is it useless?"

"No, Uncle Crabbe, Uncle Goyle...are they...all okay?" Draco asked hurriedly.

"Where have you been? I looked for you twice but couldn't find you."

I hope that's your motivation, not what you want to pursue-meaning."

"Courage." Muen nodded: "Your teacher will be here soon."

"No, no one died." Narcissa shook her head.

"He..." Narcissa's words paused: "He had something important to do and went home early."

Well...As long as it's diffusive, Harry's injuries are basically external.

Of course, Snape is an exception...He used to be well-known outside, well, although they were not good reviews.

And at this moment, Neville has been wrapped like a mummy.

"Success, how do you feel?" Grindelwald asked.

"No, you didn't listen to my first sentence. "Moon shook his head.

Then, he met Moon's eyes.

It's normal for a teacher to have requirements for himself, and it's even abnormal for a teacher not to have requirements for his students.

When I'm no longer the professor of those children, when they're no longer my students-I don't care. But you're different."

"Teacher..." Neville propped himself up weakly.

At this moment, the embers of the flames had passed, leaving only the white skin and the tender red muscles exposed underneath.

Harry, who was opposite him at this moment, was also so confused.

"Is that so?"

"Meaning."

"To be honest, I actually had to stop temporarily because of this problem before." Moon said: "I know who those guys are, and I know they're not good people, but... their children are my students."

He wanted to find someone, his father.

But nothing was found.

She knew who the man in front of her was, but every time she saw him, she always felt a little absurd...

"So, his current state is the best state for us?"

"It's useless." Moon shook his head, and then explained: "What's the use of me catching him? He will explode and then come back.

"So... magic?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Moon uncertainly.

For you - well, no need for you, you have no choice. What you have to do is to do your best to become stronger before he comes."

At this time, Grindelwald was no longer the same as before. His gray hair fell to his shoulders, he wore a hat, and he wore a heavy formal suit that seemed to be many years ago, neat and clean.

Even when he called him for the last time, he was indifferent to the Death Eaters who flashed and fled.

What he couldn't do...

"That's right." Moon nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, a half-dead Voldemort is a good Voldemort." Moon affirmed this answer.

"Yes." Harry nodded in agreement again.

Even from the tone of his voice, it was clear that he really looked forward to Neville sitting in Dumbledore's bird seat.

"Come in." Pomfrey wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and sat down on the chair tiredly.

Yes, that's the word.

"I'm here to see Longbottom." He slightly pressed the brim of his hat and smiled.

"Thank you, Professor Jones." Neville nodded reluctantly, then looked at the ceiling blankly.

"Anyway, you won because of your own efforts." Grindelwald nodded: "Enjoy the fruits of victory that you have worked hard for. If you have time, you can write a letter to your grandma with this news.

After a moment of silence, he said the word heavily.

Grindelwald's brows raised, and then his face darkened: "Meaning?"

"However, I am not an alchemist, and what I want to forge is not a killing machine.

"Yes, catch him directly." Mu En nodded: "It can indeed be done, by doing tricks on the Sorcerer's Stone, or waiting for little Barty to bring Sindel or my left hand to Voldemort's lair. Positioning in .

He is a stupid pig who has no idea what the meaning of his life is as long as his enemies are dead. So tell me... what is the difference between you and an alchemical creature? ! "

This is the most important thing in her eyes.

Grindelwald's harsh words just now made this soft-hearted old woman unable to listen.

Didn't come... Then how could you say it's okay?

Then, he suddenly recalled that during the battle, Harry had been... working as a foreigner?

On the other side, Draco quickly returned to Hogsmeade as soon as he walked out of the infirmary.

"What happened in the past cannot be changed, it can only be motivation." Grindelwald said word by word: "Revenge comes from the past, from the hatred of the past.

Dong Dong——

"Take care of your wounds on your own. Okay, don't disturb Longbottom. He needs to rest." Pomfrey said, pushing and pushing the first and second children out of the infirmary.

"I…"

As he said that, he turned his head sharply and looked at Neville, with a look of surprise on his face.

Correspondingly, we can also deduce his current state based on his needs. "

With a knock on the door, the door to the infirmary was opened. Mu En pushed the door open and walked in, then grabbed the naughty hand freely.

"Please help yourself, but not for too long, he needs to rest." Madam Pomfrey nodded.

"Then Uncle Mu En, why don't you just catch Voldemort?"

As he spoke, he knocked on the table gently.

Perhaps, they knew that those Death Eaters would not harm them.

"There are many things in this exhibition, including magic stones, secret methods to help people recover quickly from weakness, spells to collect souls... Whatever Voldemort lacks, he will take from it.

"Because it was very chaotic at the time, I..."

Thinking about it, Mu En finally understood why the professors at Hogwarts maintained an attitude of hiding from the world and doing no other mundane things except teaching.

In the Hogwarts office, Mu En nodded seriously.

But what's the use? "

"So, he needs the Resurrection Stone now?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his cheeks.

"It just makes my old bones feel a little hot."