Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

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The sound of steam gushing came from the front of the crimson Hogwarts Express, white smoke floated, and the voices of the crowd were bustling.

The children are saying their final goodbyes to their families, or they have already met up with their companions and recounted interesting things that happened during the holidays.

"Oh, Neville!! You left Leif here!" An old woman walked quickly to the train with a bag on her shoulder and a fat toad in her hand.

A fat man with a round face leaned out of the car window: "Oh, grandma, you scared me to death. I thought it ran away again."

"You lost it, not it ran away!" the old woman corrected. Then he added: "When you get to school, remember to take care of yourself."

"I will!" Neville nodded.

"You won't! What I mean is, remember to talk to the teacher when something happens. Don't be stupid like a headless fly."

"Oh fine…"

The train gradually started to move, and the mothers were waving to the train. Their younger siblings were crying and laughing, running forward with the train until the train accelerated and she was left behind, still heading towards Hogwarts. brother and sister waving.

"Okay, don't worry." Mu En looked at Chris who lowered his arm.

"There's nothing I can do about it, I always feel empty when I think about seeing my children until Christmas." Chris said with a smile, his eyes still lingering on the place where the train disappeared.

Then his face turned slightly gloomy and he waved his hand: "She has not been to such a far place."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head: "Forget it, let's go. Want to have a drink?"

"Wine or coffee?" Mu En asked, "I think it's wine."

"I still have to drive." Chris said and turned around: "Aren't you worried? It's true, it was a neighbor who sent Peter, not his relatives."

"I'm not worried." Moon shook her head: "I'm going to Hogwarts soon."

"What?"

"That's right, the principal of Hogwarts said he would give me a casual position, and I agreed." Moon nodded and walked out of King's Cross Station with Chris: "So I said you shouldn't worry too much."

A stone suddenly fell in Chris's heart: "Well, I'm relieved that you're here too."

"The teachers at Hogwarts are still very good. Even if I'm not here, you can rest assured."

"When an acquaintance is around, the feeling in my heart is always different."

…

On the train, Harry and Hermione found a separate compartment. After entering, Harry first put his suitcase on the cabinet, and then helped Hermione put the luggage one by one.

"Harry, is this all your luggage?" Hermione looked at Harry's suitcase curiously. It looked like an ordinary suitcase, tan, leather, and brass locks.

It was the same as what her father used every day.

"This was a gift I received at Christmas last year. It was given by a friend of Uncle Moon." Harry explained: "Some spells have been cast inside, so more things can be put in it."

"Oh, well, I thought your clothes were all in that little cloth bag," Hermione said.

"No, I just put some belongings in it now."

Harry didn't want to say much about it, it might seem like he was showing off. As for these things given by others, which have nothing to do with his own ability, he feels that there is nothing to show off.

If you want to show off, you should also show off what you have obtained through your own ability.

The two sat opposite each other in the carriage, chatting from time to time. They were both nervous about the upcoming trip to Hogwarts.

Although the books said that the gap between young wizards from ordinary people and those from the wizarding world would not be too big, neither of them believed it.

small differences? Unless these peers in the wizarding world have learned nothing from birth to now!

is it possible? !

"By the way, Hermione. I suggest you don't use the word Muggle." Harry suddenly said seriously: "Uncle Moon told me that Muggle is actually a derogatory name for non-spellcasters by wizards, but now It’s just normalized.”

Hermione shut her mouth. She had just said the word Muggle.

Following Harry's reminder, she immediately remembered what the guy she met at Mrs. Grinding's Robe Shop called her father that day.

"Okay, Harry, you are right." Hermione was a little annoyed: "I saw that those books all called Muggles Muggles...so I also..."

"It's nothing, Uncle Moon usually calls ordinary people or non-spellcasters." Harry said, recalling the scene when Moon said this to him for the first time.

"Don't use the word Muggle" was the first thing Uncle Moon said to him in a rare and serious manner.

Clang——

The compartment door was violently opened, and a familiar, disgusting face appeared at the door.

He had thin cheeks, his blond hair was combed back, and he still had that annoying arrogant expression on his face.

Also, the clothes are a bit outdated.

"Harry Potter, I finally see you." Draco slowly walked into the compartment. Behind him stood two short, fat men on the left and right, and they looked particularly ugly. They stood on both sides of Draco, like Like a bodyguard.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle." Draco introduced casually.

"I've been looking for you since I got in the car."

Harry stood up, blocked the cubicle and said, "Want to give a gift? No, I have accepted your apology."

Malfoy's pale face suddenly turned red, and he nodded with gritted teeth: "Okay, okay!! Yes, I'm here to give you a gift. I'm going to give you a lesson!"

After saying that, Crabbe and Goyle rushed forward from left to right.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.

Draco said proudly: "I want to tell you, don't think you can go against the Malfoy family just because you are the famous Potter."

Bang——

The next moment, scarlet blood splashed on Draco's pale face.

Harry punched Crabbe in the nose, causing him to fall back in pain and blood splattered.

Harry's strength wasn't that great, but similarly, these two little fat guys didn't have very vicious tempers either.

However, Goyle's fist also came, and Harry put his arms in front of him to block it, only feeling a little pain. What followed was an uppercut to the midsection.

But in the blink of an eye, the two little fat guys were rolling on the ground and howling.

Malfoy wiped the blood on his face and then came back to his senses. His expression turned pale again. He staggered back and quickly squatted down to help the two guys up.

The three of them almost rolled out of the compartment.

Hermione didn't even react. She just saw the two boys rushing towards Harry. She stood up to help, and then the two boys fell down.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione said anxiously.

"Everything is fine." Harry rubbed his forearms in relief, and then sat back on the sofa in the cubicle.

Seeing that Harry was okay, the anxiety on Hermione's face did not fade away: "Oh my god, you made them all bleed. This is against school rules. This... they won't send you back."

"No, it's okay." Harry said easily: "Don't worry, even if you may have violated some school rules, you won't have to send the little wizard back."