Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Hogwarts, the third floor of the castle.

Not So Magic Club, today is Tuesday, the club's activity room belongs to the students of the music department. The melodious sounds of violin and piano come out of it, which makes students in the corridor stop.

There are only three people in the activity room, and the others are in a separate practice room.

In addition to the piano and violin, the other person closed his eyes and gently followed the beat with his fingertips.

This is a song released in 1982, called "Casablanca", a very popular and soft song.

With the pause of the piano, the standing boy gently opened his throat.

"I fell in love with you watching Casablanca——"

Just when he just entered the first line of lyrics.

Bang!

The door of the classroom was opened, and the piano and singing were suddenly interrupted.

"Ahhh!!" The boy looked at the person who came with dissatisfaction, and then saw two familiar figures.

"Fred, George! I just felt the same way, you two damn guys!"

"Oh," George laughed.

"Well, we didn't expect you were singing, okay, Pillard, so it's not all our fault." Fred also smiled awkwardly.

"If not you, who should I blame?" Pillard cleared his throat, and the student who was playing the piano took his hands off and turned to look at George and Fred.

"Okay, what's the matter with you coming here in such a hurry? Did the professor say something? You wouldn't be like this on weekdays."

"Oh, that's right, let's talk about business!" George quickly avoided the topic.

As he said that, he quickly called out the students in the isolated piano rooms, and then the two stood on the stairs in the activity room.

Fred saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and he said without delay: "The time for the duel competition is out!"

"Huh?"

"What does this have to do with us?!"

"George, don't waste time."

"Hey, I'm Fred." Fred corrected with a smile, and then explained: "Have you forgotten that?"

"Which one?"

"The opening ceremony!" George said quickly: "For the performance session, we will have our own ideas for the duel, but we can't miss the performance."

Hearing this, the students below suddenly understood.

"Although the professor hasn't said it yet, according to what he said on the stage last year, there must be this session. We can prepare to sign up." Fred also said.

"It's boring." A classmate rubbed his ears a little bored: "I practice the piano not for performance, but for myself."

Fred and George looked at each other.

Eh. Is that so?

The next moment, another word dispelled his concerns.

"What? I must participate! I learn this because I hope to be able to play big one day! George, sign me up!"

"Okay, what's your performance?"

After this, the student couldn't hold it in any longer and thought about it for a long time. He was just a violinist. Although he could perform alone, he felt that something was missing.

"It seems that you still need to discuss it." Fred seemed to have expected this situation.

"You discuss it first, George and I will go to the professor to find out." Fred walked down the stairs and said.

Moon's office is not far from here and can be reached soon.

The two walked out of the activity room and rushed to Professor Jones' office. Soon they arrived outside the office.

Dongdong——

"Come in." Muen's voice sounded.

The two knocked on the door and walked in, but saw nothing.

There was no professor, no flames in the fireplace, and nothing else.

"Professor, are you there?" George approached carefully, and then saw a painting placed neatly in the middle of the table.

How to say it, because of the color and light, the two did not notice the painting just now.

However, after seeing it at this moment, the two looked at each other, and seemed to have a common idea in their hearts.

"Shut up!" Mu En in the painting scolded.

The two were stunned and said aggrievedly: "Professor, we haven't said anything yet."

"I know what you are going to say." Mu En glanced at them: "It's nothing more than crying and shouting sadly, 'Professor, my dear professor, why did you go, you are still so young-' and so on."

"There is no latter sentence, professor." Fred couldn't help but corrected it.

The professor is not so young in their hearts.

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After a moment of silence, Mu En said: "That's true, well, I'm not him anyway."

As he said, he stretched his body: "Tell me, what are you doing here."

"To you?" Fred said uncertainly.

"Well, if it's not a big deal in the future, it's troublesome to tell me first, right, but it will save him." There was obviously some resentment in Mu En's words.

After all, he has perfectly inherited Mu En's lazy dog, no, lazy cat attribute.

If his original body was not a hands-off manager, he would not be willing to sit in the office and handle these chores.

Within a moment, George and Fred told Mu En about the opening ceremony performance in a few words, and then with the other party's consent, they organized the registration for the opening ceremony performance as the student leaders of the 'Not So Magic Club'.

As long as everyone has an idea to take the stage, it's basically no problem.

This is a welcome thing to see.

At the same time, in the underground potion classroom.

"Weasley! Are you a pig? When you were growing up, did nutrients never visit your brain and only flow through your muscles and bones?!" Snape's iconic growl It echoed continuously in the quiet classroom.

No one dared to touch the angry brow of Professor Snape, no one dared!

Even though his voice was low, it was enough to echo in the classroom where you could hear the drop of a needle.

At this time, in the dark underground classroom, there was a mixed smell of fat burning and some kind of plant roots. This smell seemed to move, like a dog's tail grass, making people's nose itchy.

Ron was just disturbed by this smell and accidentally bumped into the potion he was brewing, resulting in the addition of too much sage. As a result, the potion he brewed exploded.

At this moment, he was covering his burned hand, his face was red, but he lowered his head calmly: "I'm sorry, Professor Snape!"

"There's no point in saying sorry!" Snape growled: "Five points from Gryffindor. You have to pay for your stupid behavior."

"Okay, Professor." Ron just nodded calmly and replied.

Snape took a deep breath and seemed to feel the punch hitting cotton.

Then, he turned around and left.

"Cleaned up—" Harry waved his wand casually.

Draco's voice whispered in Harry's ear: "Hey, did you see it?"

"What did you see?" Harry was a little confused.

"Didn't you notice Weasley's expression? He kept a straight face." Draco said with a smile: "It's like being scolded by your mother when you were a child, and then you closed yourself off very angry, thinking that you would be an obedient person. An alchemy doll with no emotions, the kind of expression that will make your parents regret it.”

"Really?" Harry glanced at Ron.

Okay, that's the straight-faced look.

"Well, what if Ron is just in a bad mood? Or maybe he really wants to change or something." Harry said.

"Whoever changes would change like this." Draco spread his hands, still not hiding the ridicule on his face: "When I say I want to do something, do I say it with my expression? I don't use my actions. To express?”

To put it bluntly, Draco was disdainful of Ron's gesture.

different aspects.

And Draco did use practical actions to express his thoughts last year, instead of keeping a straight face and wanting to tell the world about the changes in his heart.

"Uh" Harry didn't know what to say.

"Let's see, I want to believe that Ron has changed, and if this look is true, it's really not good news, after all what he has experienced before."

Hearing Harry say this again, Draco could only roll his eyes and curl his lips in a sinister manner.

"Okay, okay, gentle scar head, boring scar head."

"Be quiet, white-faced octopus," Harry retorted.

"Scarhead, if you talk again, get out of here." A big hand suddenly held down Harry's head.

Professor Snape didn't know when he had quietly touched behind them.

Generally speaking, Professor Snape would not deduct Slytherin points. Even if he deducted points, it would basically be to find fault with Harry.

And after finding fault with him, he would look for another opportunity to get this point back on Harry.

As for other so-called 'strictness', it only targets non-Slytherin students and a small number of Slytherin students.

A very, very small group of people, such as people named Potter.

"Sorry Professor." Harry could only respond helplessly.

Soon, the bell rang, and Snape announced the end of the class after leaving them a very long homework.

"Potter, stay and clean up." Snape said calmly.

"Okay Professor." Harry could only nod.

In fact, he doesn't want his time to be wasted on this kind of thing. After all, he has too many things to do, such as practicing magic, doing homework, studying advanced courses, learning human alchemy, and chatting with notebooks to practice Occlumency. technique.

If the duel competition wasn't about to start, he would have to spend part of his time on Quidditch.

What? Don’t you need to spend time alone in the Duel Competition?

This Harry really never thought about spending time to shoot as far as he could.

Not much pressure.

"You seem reluctant, but there is good news," Snape said.

Hearing this, Harry's face brightened up.

"The good news is, I don't have to care whether you want it or not." Snape twitched the corners of his mouth, seeming to sneer, and then walked out of the classroom, leaving him standing alone in the classroom.

After Snape left, Draco finally sneered, clapped his hands and walked back from the classroom.

"Aha, Po Te."

"Oh you." Harry looked at Draco's appearance and hesitated to speak.

The reason why he hesitated to speak was not because he was speechless, but because Harry was considering whether to touch him directly.

"I don't even know why the professor is doing this." Harry could only shake his head helplessly in the end.

"Who knows." Draco laughed.

"He simply hates me, but not that much."

"I don't quite understand what you're saying," Draco said.

Harry waved his wand, then thought about it and flicked his hand.

"Forget it, you do it and test your ability to cast more spells."

As he said that, he found a chair and sat on it: "He is very nice to me, and I can feel that the professor still cares about me, but on the other hand, he doesn't seem to feel comfortable seeing me."

Draco waved his wand and lifted up half of the cauldrons in the classroom. Then under his spell, a cleaning spell gradually moved towards these cauldrons one by one, gradually sweeping them away.

"He's nice to you? Why?" Draco felt as if he had heard a fantasy.

"Why. Based on the connections between his father's generation?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Then everything became clear.

Well, either the relationship between father and Snape is the relationship between mother and Snape.

In short, it has nothing to do with him personally.

"Not necessarily." Draco said, "After all, you are you, and your parents are your parents."

"Professor Snape must be looking for something in you, or he must have seen something that he admires, so he has feelings for you."

"Ah?" Harry looked at Draco in surprise: "Why?"

In fact, in some aspects, especially in non-magical and non-No-Maj areas, Harry was willing to refer to Draco's opinions.

"Why, because I think that as the head of Slytherin, I would not do such a thing as pure love. Such a thing is very low-level! It is a sign of not being able to control one's emotions." Draco said this. At this time, my chest felt a little puffed up.

This includes his deep understanding of Slytherin's will.

"There must be some deeper reasons between you and the professor that support his dislike of you and his desire for good from you."

"Disgust is my last name, it's easy to understand." Harry shrugged, but his expression gradually fell into thinking.

In fact, I have gradually stopped pursuing everything about my parents.

Ever since he found their tombstones, everything he wanted seemed to have found a home.

"By the way, Professor Snape used to be a Death Eater, you know that." Draco's sudden words interrupted Harry's thoughts.

In fact, it's not thinking, it's just the aimless thinking that comes from thinking about my parents subconsciously.

"Ah, I know, but Dumbledore still asked him to teach here, and Uncle Moon doesn't hate him, so - I think Professor Snape can be trusted."

"Ugh, smart choice, instead of thinking about conspiracy theories every day like those idiots in Gryffindor."

Draco gave Harry a look of condescending admiration.

"Those guys in Slytherin who are proud of having a Death Eater as their Head of House are more stupid than those in Gryffindor. Not only stupid, but also bad!" Harry smiled.

"You are still so good at catching the idiots in Slytherin." Draco smiled, and then arranged the clean cauldrons into the cabinet one after another.

However, when he put it to the end, the cabinet gradually became full of stuff.

"Oh, damn, how much stuff is packed in here."

Harry raised his wand: "You'd better be gentle. If you break any medicinal materials, you'll be in trouble for me."

Hearing this, Draco suddenly increased his strength and shoved the remaining two cauldrons into the cabinet.

?

Draco just smiled.

The next moment, the cabinet door exploded uncontrollably.

There was a pile of debris, and several bottles filled with unknown medicinal materials fell uncontrollably.

Harry waved his wand and caught these things firmly in mid-air.

"You're only a little bit away from getting me scolded and paying for it." Harry looked at Draco angrily, but unfortunately the other man had already turned his head and whistled.

Helpless, he could only put these things into the cabinet as safely as possible.

However, there is indeed something extra.

For example, a book.

"Look, the cabinet just can't fit in it, don't blame me." Draco shrugged.

"Maybe." Harry said nonchalantly, flipping through the book casually.

This is "Advanced Potion Making" by Libasio Pollachi.

"Netws' Potions textbook for advanced classes?" Draco was a little confused, but then the question was approved by Harry.

Then, he quickly saw a line of kid in this old notebook.

[This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince]

"Ha, I'm still a pure-blood prince." Draco curled his lips, turned around and walked out of the classroom.