Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Back in the Slytherin lounge, Harry and his party heard unparalleled cheers. Everyone rushed up and asked, "How was it? What is the first project?"

McCheli spread his hands and said, "I talked a lot, but I didn't understand much."

"They said you're not even allowed to use the wand," Garde said helplessly.

Immediately, everyone was confused by these words: "Aren't you even allowed to use magic wands?"

"That's right." Mike nodded.

"That's good for you." The man punched McCeery on the chest, making a dull thumping sound: "Look at your size, you are naturally ahead of so many people!"

"That's not the case." Garde explained: "It's probably just to test everyone's on-the-spot ability. It's also the most basic measurement."

"Indeed." Everyone couldn't help but nod.

At the same time, outside Hogwarts, a large group of children were pacing slowly.

"Jordan, I'm a little surprised that you didn't become a Warrior."

"Professor, I'm more surprised than you - okay, just kidding, I know my level." Jordan scratched his head carelessly.

"Haha." Mu En smiled, then asked: "So, are you interested in knowing the rules of this game before those warriors?"

Jordan's expression changed and he looked at Mu En fiercely.

"Professor. Me?"

"Yes, you." Mu En nodded firmly: "This is your talent. If you like it, you won't have many opportunities, right?

Mr. Bagman, who has a busy schedule, said there was really no problem in broadcasting smaller games. But for this competition - it was a bit difficult for him, and this competition lasted for a long time. "

"But professor, I. I'm just a student." Jordan pointed at himself.

"Hi." Mu En waved his hand indifferently: "When you hear those famous people say what they did when they were students, haven't you ever felt a little bit envious? For example, what you just saw today - Deng Bledo, Krum?”

Jordan was a little confused: "Is this a very powerful skill of mine?"

"How would I know?" Mu En shrugged.

"Perhaps you will become the most powerful host and commentator in the world in the future, or become a minister through speeches?

It's just an explanation of a Triwizard Tournament, not a test that determines the future of life. "

"Okay, Professor, I think... I really can't refuse." Jordan nodded: "It's an opportunity to show off, right?"

"That's right." Mu En couldn't help but laugh: "It's a big hit, at least when I was a student."

"Then it's settled. We will sign a confidentiality agreement tomorrow. By the way, let me tell you first. This competition will appear in the other two schools in real time. If you are embarrassed, the three schools will be embarrassed at the same time. ”

"ah?!"

Mu En continued to walk outside, and he raised his hand: "No need to send it off, Jordan, you are too polite."

Jordan looked back and saw that he was already far away from the castle.

"This" he took a deep breath and then exhaled it heavily, a question emerged in his mind.

"How many Hogwarts students do you remember even if you teach someone as inconspicuous as yourself?"

In the first week of November, the atmosphere of the entire school changed. The little wizards who were supposed to be shrinking in the gradually decreasing temperature were more restless than before.

For more than half a month, my God, how long do people have to wait for this!

Monday, Moon's first class, fourth grade Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Looking at the scattered auditors, he was really confused.

Didn't Professor McGonagall send you the course schedule for the NEWT improvement class?

He remembered sending it.

There were about a dozen people who came, including Fleur, four Beauxbatons students, and the remaining seven or eight Durmstrang students.

Looking at the red school uniforms below who were constantly whispering to each other, he quickly understood what this meant.

As a school that teaches black magic, it is obvious that they are not here to listen to lessons.

But let’s see how funny this so-called ‘Defense Against the Dark Arts’ is.

Quite interesting.

He first calmly took a sip of the energy potion, put one hand on the desk, and then slowly said: "As usual, I think everyone knows that today -"

A Beauxbatons student in the back raised his hand.

"Professor Mu, may I ask, what does black magic defense mean?"

"Ah, a very good question." Moon put down the cup: "But before that, Moon, remember to pronounce the n sound."

In order for these students to hear clearly, Mu En spoke slowly and unhurriedly: "As for Defense Against Dark Arts, to put it simply, it is a course used to prevent and protect oneself.

Just because most of the dangers that wizards come into contact with in their lives are more or less related to black magic, we call it Defense Against the Dark Arts. "

Today was a practical course, and Harry sat in the front row, quietly looking at Moon's notes.

The student nodded clearly: "But black magic is powerful and weird. Can it really be prevented?"

Mu En still had that gentle smile: "It still depends on the strength of both parties."

"So that's it, I understand, Professor Mu." The student stopped asking questions, turned to look at the classmate next to him, and whispered in Bulgarian.

"I asked this teacher yesterday and heard that a mysterious man placed a curse on this class. He is the only one who has been re-elected."

"Maybe it's because he has never taught real things." Another person answered.

Suddenly, these people started laughing.

Harry turned his head and looked at the guy who had just spoken.

Then he suddenly discovered that the few Durmstrang people sitting there were the "unsuccessful students" at the long table yesterday.

Immediately, he took back the little regret he felt for the other party at the dinner table last night.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked quietly.

"He speaks good English," Harry praised, taking the note back.

On the podium, Mu En waved his hand, and the classroom was suddenly expanded: "Then let's start today's content, the practical course."

"Actual combat?" Furong was a little surprised.

"Yes, actual combat is mainly used to practice magic spells. I see there are four of you over there. You can also catch a pair of them each to practice. You can rest assured that the people next to you will not attack you."

Obviously, this was just a whisper, and Furong didn't expect that Mu En would hear it and respond.

Following Beauxbatons' habit, she quickly stood up and said slowly and as standardly as possible: "Professor, we understand. But there is no need for training. Can we just watch? Learn about the teaching content of Hogwarts. , we won’t bother.”

"Of course." Mu En nodded easily and began to direct these little guys to practice.

A moment later, when most of the people were already in place and even had their wands raised, ready to wave.

"Professor Mu!" A rough voice sounded.

"I wanted to practice my spell, but they all have company."

He was still the same person just now. He stood up, looking even taller and taller, and had a beard. Several other Durmstrangs around looked at his movements and couldn't help laughing.

Just when the students at Hogwarts set their sights on Moon, a voice appeared directly.

"I can do it for you." Harry threw Draco away and looked at the man.

"Professor, wouldn't this be good?" He said hesitantly, with a smile on his face: "And I am better at black magic. If his defense skills are not so good?"

Mu En waved her hand helplessly: "Hit the child. If the child is disobedient, he will be well-behaved if he is beaten twice."

"That's true." The man nodded in agreement: "Since your professor hasn't spoken yet, and you stood up without any rules, you really should have been beaten twice."

Harry was a little silent and stood directly opposite the man.

"Are you ready to start?" the man asked.

"Wait." Harry waved his hand.

"If you don't want to fight, I understand." He said pretentiously: "I know it's unfair, and I will stop. After all, I just want to experience how well your so-called [defensive skills] can defend you."

Harry shook his head helplessly and just took off his robe.

Then, in full view of everyone, he threw the wand to Draco.

"What do you mean?" The man's eyes began to look evil.

Harry didn't care about this, he just took off his formal jacket again, revealing the shirt vest underneath, loosened the collar, and fluffed up the sleeves.

"Okay, come on." He then said.

"Okay, let me see how the defense skills taught by your teacher can protect me. It's best not to run around like a mouse."

"You'll know soon." Harry pushed up his glasses, and a glimmer of light appeared on the temples, and he held them firmly.

"Water gun——" The man suddenly raised his wand, and an arrow-like stream of water rushed straight towards Harry.

Step left, sideways!

No more, no less, the water gun shot past him until it hit the boundary of the designated field, and then disappeared directly.

"Five more steps to go."

In fact, Harry felt that he rarely had this irritable mood anymore. For him, many things in life either didn't matter to him, or he didn't need to worry about it.

This was one of his rare unhappy moments.

He was indeed causing trouble for himself, and he believed it would be much easier with magic.

But no!

That's not direct enough, not violent enough, and can't be given to this guy openly - humiliation!

Yes, he wanted to make it clear that I can kill you without a wand!

reason? No reason.

Just because he was too noisy, that's all.

The man watched in horror as Harry just missed his spell, frowned, and waved his wand again.

"Veravito—everything exploded—"

Once again, Harry's figure turned to the left, not hitting the bump under his feet caused by the Transformation Curse, and directly missed the swift and fierce Exploding Curse.

At the same time, in the gap between the opponent's spells, he once again took two steps in a row.

"Какевъзможнотова?!"

In fact, because Harry's actions were too shocking, the man couldn't help but take a step back.

In a normal duel, he has a counter-spell and a protective spell.

But this guy has never used a spell at all! !

"Thread of Corrosion——"

A black and purple thread rushed towards Harry like a whip.

He dodged to the left, but unexpectedly the whip turned its direction and attacked him.

"finally."

How long was the first and second grade? Anyway, before he could perform perfect wandless spellcasting, he had been playing with a broken branch disguised as a wand.

Some commonly used spells were really as easy as using an arm.

Under the gaze of everyone, he raised his hand.

Bang——

The spell was immediately slapped away.

"What?!"

"Wait! Did I see it wrong? That thing just now was a dark magic, right?!"

"He just slapped it away like that?"

At the same time, Harry's speed increased by one point.

Three steps, two steps.

He took a step, and at the same time, the man released his spell again.

"Fear——Shadow——"

This spell can turn oneself into the other party's most feared existence——directly hit the heart, even if it is a powerful existence, this spell will cause a certain delay in its movements.

However, in his eyes at this moment, the figure did not have any emotional fluctuations at all.

Then, an answer emerged in his mind, an answer that was almost impossible, but the only one that could explain the scene in front of him.

"Brain Occlumency?!"

"One step!" Harry muttered, then stretched out his left hand, pinched the opponent's right wrist, and turned it over directly.

"What a great force!" He had no ability to resist at all, because his wrist was pinched, and his body involuntarily bent sideways.

At the same time, the other hand was raised high.

He already knew what this was.

In his eyes, he saw that the guy who was thinner and shorter than him, with green pupils staring at him without any emotion. That kind of sight even made him tremble uncontrollably.

At the same time, a blazing flame suddenly appeared on the palm raised high.

And in the flames, a silver light flashed, and it seemed to outline a certain shape.

"That is."

As the palm gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, he seemed to see what the silver light outlined.

"Let me teach you how to pronounce 'N'." Harry's calm words rang in his ears.

His English was really good. Except for the first sentence at the beginning, he had always been fluent, and now he could understand what Harry said.

The next moment, everything in front of him was pitch black. There was a crisp sound in his ears, followed by a muffled sound, accompanied by the severe pain of his head hitting the hard ground.

"Ovenyev!!" His companion exclaimed hurriedly.

Ovenyev lay on the ground, his wand fell to the side, and he opened his eyes again after a while. Blood was constantly flowing from his ears and nose, and there was an "N" burn scar on his face.

In his vision that was swollen and painful due to congestion, he caught a thin black figure standing beside him.

He just stood there, rubbing his wrist.

"This is how I defend against your dark magic."

He heard the man say.

"Wand." Harry turned around and spread his hands, and Draco threw the wand to him.

He waved it casually, "Healed as before--" and then turned away.

"I'm really sorry, I can only treat some minor injuries." He said, "So you'd better go to the infirmary."

Ovenyev stood up again in a daze and sat on the floor, his hand touching his face involuntarily.

"Hiss"

It seems that the so-called incurable injury is the "N" burn on his face.

Mu En couldn't help but smile on the podium.

By the way, he also reminded the Durmstrang students who were walking outside in Bulgarian: "The infirmary is on the left."

Hearing Mu En's fluent tongue flick, the students' bodies suddenly stiffened for a moment.

It turned out that the professor understood everything they said just now.

After those people left, the whole classroom burst into cheers.

"Harry Potter!"

Some people even looked at Furong and others next to them.

"We are Slytherin, the warrior of Slytherin!"

Amid the cheers, Draco came to Harry, with a look of shock on his face: "Damn, how can you be so strong!"

Harry put on his coat and casually said: "I'm just born with more strength."

"Do you think I believe it?" Draco spread his hands and looked at him like a fool, then shook his head: "Really, you are not elegant at all, not Slytherin at all."

"Then next time if there is a chance, I will just keep releasing the armor spell, and then step by step, slowly walk to you - slap your face, this is elegant enough, right?"

"Don't slap me, thank you." Draco rubbed his cheek, as if he felt an inexplicable stinging pain.