Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The third day after the funeral.

The course is still the same, except for the dark magic defense class, it seems that nothing happened to Hogwarts.

The water of the Black Lake was covered with lead-gray ripples. By the lake, Hagrid blew his nose and looked at Mrs. Maxim reluctantly.

Marcosim doesn't like such vulgar attitudes, but her heart feels soft in her heart because of the straightforward emotions expressed by Hagrid.

"Look aside." She nodded and boarded the carriage.

After a moment, Busbaton's carriage flew high and walked towards the horizon.

In the principal's office, Fox's tail feathers shone golden red, like a cluster of solidified flames. Three young men sat quietly on chairs, their shadows stretched toward the stone wall by the fireplace, swaying with the portraits of the principals of all generations.

Dumbledore walked slowly down the spiral staircase, and his eyes swept across the three people in turn after the half-moon lenses—

Harry's face was calm, and he could not see any joy or anger. The green eyes became darker, but not depressed. Dumbledore noticed some sharp breath on him.

Draco Malfoy, sitting on Harry's right, leaning against the back of the chair, elbowing on one side, wondering what he was thinking.

There is also Hermione Granger on Harry's left. The little girl looks in her best condition. At this moment, she is also looking at Dumbledore, wondering why he wants to call the three of them to the office to talk.

Dumbledore no longer wasted his time, he said straight to the point.

"Mu En also left some instructions."

As he finished speaking, Harry raised his head a little, Draco sat upright, while Hermione instinctively held Harry's hand.

"About you three." Dumbledore said again, then turned his attention to Draco.

“First of all, Mr. Draco Malfoy, you are sorry to your little girlfriend, this is Muen’s original words.

Your appeal to your little girlfriend Astoria Greengrass is now fully in charge of Harry. ”

Harry looked at Draco in confusion and asked one after another: "Your little girlfriend? What are your demands?"

When Draco heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of embarrassment: "We are just—friends, yes, friends."

"Maybe." Harry nodded: "What demand?"

Draco thought for a moment, then he thought about it and his face became serious.

"Astoria. She is a blood curse orc. I have begged Professor Jones before, hoping that he can take action and help Astoria solve this problem."

"Blood Curse-" Harry's breathing stagnated. He understood what this was. He had always played the role of assistant in his treatment of Nagini.

So we are very clear about the treatment methods and logic at that time.

But wasn’t Nagini’s treatment a failure? ! Why did Uncle Mu En leave this matter to himself?

Harry's question arose, and Dumbledore's voice rang out immediately.

"Mu En believes that when you deal with the 'tenant' in your mind, you will find the answer." Dumbledore tapped his temples, and the silver cabinet resonated slightly.

“Astoria’s curse is still in its infancy, unlike Nagini, he believes you can do it.”

Finish the tenant in his brain? !

Voldemort's soul fragment.

When I can remove Voldemort's soul fragments, I can solve Astoria's problem.

Harry's mind was very fast, and he understood Uncle Mu'en's instructions at once, and Zheng pointed: "I understand."

"Very good." Dumbledore smiled.

Of course, Hermione, who was sitting next to Harry, became nervous.

"What's in your brain?" Hermione looked at Harry nervously.

"Oh, this is a secret." Harry smiled and comforted the nervous Hermione, "A little thing."

"It's never a trivial matter in the brain," Hermione said. "Tenant? Are tumors?"

Harry just patted Hermione's hand and showed a reassuring smile.

"Uncle Mu En didn't worry about a minor illness, so you naturally don't have to worry."

Hearing Harry's words, Hermione hesitated to let go of her worries.

Dumbledore spoke again.

"Harry, Muen has no advice about you, it's mainly about the incident just now. And then there's a gift."

"Gift?" Harry looked at Dumbledore.

The old wizard took out a gilded pocket watch from his sleeve like a magical trick. When the pendant streaked through the air, a scent of pine and old parchment was swept open.

Harry had seen it, an accessory commonly used on Uncle Muen.

"Is this?" Harry carefully took the pocket watch: "A watch?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded.

"But I don't know what Mu En's intention is, and maybe it will play its role at some point in the future?"

Harry rubbed the complex crown pattern on the face cover, and the gears sounded lightly, like a heartbeat coming into the palm of his palm.

This pocket watch has no special power, he knows it very well.

But he still solemnly put it away.

"It is tradition to give a wizard a watch when he is an adult," Draco interpreted.

The next moment, he felt that he had said the wrong thing again and slapped himself: "Oh, this is just a pocket watch, sorry."

"Uncle Mu En prefers pocket watches, and the watch almost has a tone." Harry smiled and put it away.

"Well, it's Miss Granger in the end." Dumbledore looked at the last man.

"Muen gave you all the records in his office, and he said it would be better to give them to those who know them than to let them be ashes in Hogwarts."

"My dad will be very happy when he knows it." Hermione smiled.

"Well, that's probably it." Dumbledore nodded and spread his hands.

?

"That's all?" Draco leaned forward, and the silver buckle on the cuff hit the edge of the table. "No task? No... guidance?"

Dumbledore leaned against his fingers toward the back of the chair, his blue eyes reflected the three children and the shadows that kept swaying behind them.

"No." Dumbledore shook his head, then his eyes swept through Harry and Hermione.

"What do you do?" he asked back, "Draco, Harry, why do you have the idea of ​​[what do]?"

Dumbledore stirred the honey tea with a silver spoon, and the jingle sounded like some kind of countdown.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"In fact, if you really want some guidance, it's that the Potions class has twenty minutes to start."

"Professor, I heard that there were some riots in the Wiesengam Court recently." Harry said: "Another terrorist attack occurred in the Birmingham area yesterday."

"Students have their duties as students." Dumbledore looked at Harry, and the spoon in his hand stopped turning.

"Professor!" Harry said again.

"Potter!" Dumbledore also spoke seriously again.

"As long as Hogwarts is still there, as long as I am, Voldemort will not dare to step into this place. You are the safest choice to stay here.

And as long as you are underage, I have the right not to let you leave Hogwarts. This is written in the school rules. ”

Harry was silent for a moment, then nodded neatly.

"I understand, professor."

After saying that, he stood up first, bid farewell to Dumbledore with his two partners, and left the principal's office.

That night, Harry walked out of the lounge and came outside the Hogwarts Auditorium.

Another figure seemed to have expected him to appear here, wearing a long robe, a small nightcap, and holding a cup of breathtaking hot tea in his hand.

"Hu" Dumbledore let out a breath of air conditioning and looked outside the castle.

"The messy world reminds me of fifty years ago," he said.

Harry was silent and stood beside Dumbledore. He knew when Dumbledore was talking about, in the 1940s.

"It's a mess," Dumbledore said.

"All things are in trouble." Harry has a different perspective: "I can't watch it collapse by the new house built by Uncle Mu'en at the beginning."

"Harry Potter must stay in school," Dumbledore stressed again.

But Harry knew that Dumbledore was not here tonight to let him go back to bed.

"I know, professor." Harry nodded, his cheeks gradually protruding, and his black hair stretched out: "Harry will not leave school."

Dumbledore had to nod.

"Yes, you've received gifts for adulthood," he said.

"Tonight, the Cats Party has a rally." Dumbledore spoke, took off a ring from his hand and handed it to Harry.

Harry took the ring, put it in his hand, rubbed the crescent skull mark on the ring face, and he felt an address passed from above.

"In this chaotic time, those who had originally gathered with political interests may need a clean and clean political party that is brave enough to launch a confrontation against the Dark Lord."

The boy's sharpness burst out without any concealment, and it looked extremely dazzling under the night.

He is much more fierce than old men like Muen and Dumbledore.

He longs to aim the huge golden snake wand in his hand at this world where gunpowder smoke is about to rise.

South England, Hampshire, outskirts of Winchester.

A manor that has long been abandoned and covered with weeds is a bit strange today.

There are more than one or two people dressed in weird clothes appearing around here.

"I heard that Remus Lupin was attacked by a werewolf and suffered serious injuries. Will he come tonight?"

"I heard that more than a dozen Aurors have submitted their resignations."

"What does the International Wizards Federation say?"

Various discussions appear among these strange people who come and go.

Then another voice appeared.

"This is where those guys gather?" A hunched figure appeared, with a little crazy.

"I hope Sclinger is a sensible person and honestly surrendering to the Dark King is the best choice."