Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"【Devil】 Tarot No. 15. Symbolizes"

Hermione has already started to list them all.

Harry was really curious about how Hermione, who chose to give up Professor Trelawney's Divination class, could memorize all these things.

"His task is for you to brew an antidote." Angelina said.

"He will feed you a potion that arouses people's inner desires, and then you have to use this antidote to detoxify yourself.

If you can't completely detoxify, it will be considered a failure, and you will be scarred and expelled."

"It seems that we still have a chance to continue the challenge." Harry comforted.

"That's right." Angelina nodded: "But I don't know how many times I can persist like this. I guess each professor has his own corresponding failure punishment.

If I keep failing, it is estimated that I will not be able to successfully qualify."

"Every professor?" Hermione looked at several people in surprise.

"To be precise, the deans and the headmaster!" George said: "At present, we know that in addition to Professor Snape's 【Demon】, there is also Professor Flitwick's 【Magician】."

"Only the four of them?" Harry felt something was missing.

"Ah, Harry, I know what you're going to say. You're right, we just missed him." Fred nodded.

"Who?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"【Moon】" Angelina said, "This is a tarot card that was basically determined after we arrived at the castle."

Well, Hermione also realized who it was.

Like Harry, when she heard the name, she wanted to find out.

"Is it in the classroom or the office?" Harry asked.

"Classroom." Angelina said, "In addition, there are four college lounges."

"Do you want to go? In fact, I suggest you go downstairs. The road is shorter and naturally much safer.

"But we don't know what cards are in the Slytherin and Hufflepuff lounges. "

"We heard from two Beauxbatons who were locked up in the detention room with us that there was a card in the lounge."

The two of them sang the same tune and quickly told the story in general.

They were indeed taken to the detention room by the Triangle Head, but they were not stupid, and they had not been influenced by the so-called "game culture".

In addition, the two of them were not guys who followed the rules. Not only did they steal a card from the detention room, they also got some information, and finally found a chance to escape.

Locked up for an hour?

They couldn't rest for a minute.

"So what are you going to do now?"

"We plan to go to the infirmary to see if we can find a chance to help Angelina solve the negative effects on her body.

Then we will go to the Gryffindor lounge and Professor McGonagall's office, both upstairs."

Although they said that Harry and Hermione chose to go down, they wanted to go up.

"I bet Professor McGonagall is [Justice]." Fred said firmly.

"If you ask me, it must be [Sun]! "George said.

"Friends, there is no house score here." A voice sounded unhappily, scaring the people in the cubicle.

Harry opened the door, but he was not so vigilant.

Only a pure Draco could say the words just now.

"Malfoy?" Angelina looked at him with some vigilance.

But except for this big girl, everyone else paid more attention to his wet posture.

"Oh, Draco, I forgot to tell you that Dean Snape is a [devil]. Do you dare to go to him?" George closed the door.

The cubicle suddenly seemed a little cramped.

Draco glanced at Harry and decided to keep what he had seen and heard.

Wait until later.

"I just came back and heard your rustling sound." Draco said, and showed his wand intentionally or unintentionally.

No one cared about his wand, but discussed the next action.

"Did you notice the 'student'? "Harry asked, "What are they like?"

"They are not human." Fred said, "But they are not surprised by our existence."

"It seems that they have accepted that we are students." George said.

"It seems that we have to go to class too. Damn it. Why can't we get rid of this damn class at any time! ! "Fred's expression was as if he had lost his parents.

Hermione rarely refuted him.

"Hearing what you said, I would like to go to the Slytherin common room to take a look." Draco said with interest.

He was not good at potions, so he gave up Snape's test by default.

"I thought you would wait to pick up the ready-made one outside." George said.

"It's just dog biting dog. If they don't bite now, it's nothing more than the bones haven't come out yet." Draco did not hide his disdain for that kind of decision, and a hint of viciousness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Wait for them to bite each other more. Then even if I don't have any cards, I can harvest them and become the [Emperor]! "

He looked at Harry and said, "You think so, too, right?"

Harry was still thinking about what Uncle Moon's test would be. When he saw Draco turn the conversation to him, he was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I'm just not in a hurry now. I want to get a Major Arcana that is more suitable for me."

"You picked it, arrogant guy." Draco snorted disdainfully.

After a while, the few of them agreed on the goal.

Angelina was waiting here, and the five of them explored upwards, first heading towards the infirmary on the second floor.

After exploring the infirmary, Fred and George came back to take Angelina with them. Harry and the other two continued to head towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to try to get the [Moon] card.

Harry only gave himself one night, and if he still couldn't get the right card this night.

He would go and see what power the [Emperor] had.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, a vibration came from the Fool cards of several people.

That was the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

"The second card has appeared." Angelina couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.

Several people looked at each other and decided to go out and take a look first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, a sound of metal dragging on the stone ground sounded in the corridor.

"Here it comes." Fred said nervously.

"What is it?"

"Super Filch." George said as he pulled him into the compartment.

Several people watched through the crack of the door, and soon they saw a tall and strong figure wearing an apron holding a big knife, walking towards the corridor and into the distance.

After several people left, Fred and George took the lead and ran to the second floor.

On the second floor, at the door of the infirmary, five people stood still.

Carefully pushed open the door of the infirmary, and a kind figure came into view.

Madam Pomfrey.

But now there was a card hanging on her chest.

[Queen of the Holy Grail]

"Welcome, children." Madam Pomfrey naturally took off her apron covered with blood: "Excuse me, who of you came to treat first?"

Fred looked behind, thought for a moment and shook his head: "Madam, we are not sick, but our friends are sick."

"Are you not sick?" Madam Pomfrey looked at the few people in surprise.

Several nurses with twisted postures appeared from the white curtain.

"But I think you are all very sick."

Suddenly, the atmosphere became subtle.

"Madam." Harry stepped forward: "Freddy, Jason and the other four are seriously injured. We can't take them."

"What?!" Madam Pomfrey's face suddenly showed worry. It seems that even in this world full of evil, some things have not changed.

Harry silently crossed out Professor Snape's [Devil] from his selection line.

If Professor Snape has not changed, then if he goes there, it will definitely be bad.

But

Is there a chance to beat the professor?

Madam Pomfrey didn't know Harry's little thoughts, but asked anxiously: "Where are those poor children?"

"Just outside." Harry said: "I'll take you there, maybe more people will be needed, the four of them are seriously injured."

After a while, Harry quietly waved to Fred and the others behind him.

Hermione quietly put the wand in Harry's hand without saying anything.

'How about... verify the idea just now? '

Harry stroked the wand with his fingertips.

He was not the kind of person who would deliberately delay the efficiency of work because of the so-called hiding his incompetence.