Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Armor protection——"

Voldemort raised his hand to block it, but unexpectedly, his eyes were cut by a sharp knife, and his vision was completely black amid the blood red.

Mage's Hand - Visual Deprivation·Physics

Seeing the bloody marks on Voldemort's eyes caused by the invisible wizard's hand, Harry dropped the sword in his hand without hesitation.

However, the belt appeared again and strangled his throat violently.

I saw two extra thin lines above Voldemort's scratched eyes, and then suddenly opened a pair of brand new green eyes full of malice.

"You really took my breath away! But that's it for now!!"

Harry's wrist was twisted by the band, as if the muscles and bones were broken, and the second sword fell to the ground.

Thinking about it, he quickly let go of his hand and threw away the wand. This hand can never be broken again.

He panted, and his extremely hot breath turned into white mist in the air.

Or...is it too far off?

His eyes continued to look around, trying to find opportunities.

Then, he saw the scar on the back of Voldemort's right hand that seemed to be burning.

When did the flames begin? !

impossible…

The mark of that scar...the palm...

Voldemort's belt hung Harry in front of the huge mirror.

Harry didn't know what the relationship between this mirror and the Sorcerer's Stone was. Obviously, Voldemort now would not give him the same answer as before.

His head was forcibly twisted and he looked into the mirror.

The self in the mirror was red all over and had an angry look on his face.

Everything is just like an ordinary mirror.

But the next moment, the man in the mirror suddenly smiled. It looked extremely strange. In the mirror, he reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone. Then he blinked and put the stone back into his pocket.

Suddenly, Harry's pocket sank, and the Sorcerer's Stone actually fell into his corresponding pocket!

"this…"

"Hand it over, I have noticed the emotional fluctuations in your mind, and you already know where the Sorcerer's Stone is." Voldemort's cold voice sounded in Harry's ears.

"Won't you look inside my head yourself?" Harry scoffed.

It seems that Voldemort is no longer able to do such a thing...

"Untie my hand and I'll give it to you," Harry said.

The band released his left hand.

"The other hand, this one has been broken by you and can't do anything at all," Harry said.

The band bound his left hand again and then released his right hand.

Harry reached into his pocket, took out a blood-red stone and handed it over.

When Voldemort saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he raised his hand to receive it.

However, at the next moment, a huge dragon head appeared on Harry's hand and bit into it.

Voldemort wanted to turn into the black mist again, but Harry stopped him with his hand, and the invisible mage's hand hit Quirrell hard on the face, which was Voldemort's back.

He staggered towards Harry uncontrollably, but his body was about to turn into black mist! !

At this moment, Harry's index finger and thumb intertwined.

snap——

"All petrified!!"

"Casting a spell without a wand? How is it possible!!"

Voldemort's body turned into black mist and froze for an instant. At this moment, Harry's hand suddenly grabbed his face.

There was a sizzling sound of a red-hot iron on the flesh, and burning smoke and various blisters exploded on Voldemort's face.

Voldemort's wail and Quirrell's scream suddenly echoed throughout the empty classroom.

The little dragon Norbert completely released the seal, biting the hand that Voldemort had just stretched out to take the Sorcerer's Stone, not allowing him to break free.

Sure enough, the burns on Voldemort's right hand originated from the injury when she grabbed his hand for the first time and turned back to draw the sword! !

The palm that touched his face this time was even more powerful, penetrating directly into his soul.

At the same time, the stinging pain on his forehead became even worse, almost making him lose his mind. Various images kept flashing back in his mind.

The flash of green light, the red-haired woman standing in front of him, her hair fluttering, then landed.

That ferocious smile, that wanton and loud laughter...

Harry's other hand had already broken free, and he threw himself directly on Quirrell's body. He didn't care about the pain that pierced his bones, and directly pressed his severed hand against Voldemort's face.

For a time, various feelings continued to hit his mind. Gradually, his consciousness began to blur, and Voldemort's wailing in his ears gradually became weaker.

In a daze, he saw the face belonging to Voldemort beginning to separate from the back of Quirrell's head.

"No!!"

He roared and roared, but when he regained consciousness, he only saw a shadow, dragging the black mist to escape.

As for Quirrell, who was pressing down with his palm, he was already unconscious.

Next to him, an old man in gray robes appeared. He first stretched out a hand and helped Harry up.

"Breathtaking." He admired, and there seemed to be some kind of magic in his soft voice, like a spring breeze, which quickly revived Harry's fragile spirit.

"Sir...Voldemort!!"

"Don't worry." Dumbledore spread out his hand, and the magic stone that fell on the ground automatically floated to his hand.

Harry also raised his hand slightly, and Norbert quickly shrank and turned into a ring again.

Then, he also raised his hand, and the ring on his index finger flashed slightly.

"The magic wand is flying - the sword is flying -" His voice was weak, but the spell was very skillful.

Soon, he quickly took everything back.

Dumbledore looked at all this, his eyes shining. Suddenly, his eyes rose.

"Moen!"

"What's wrong?!" Harry suddenly became nervous.

Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and a bright red shadow flashed outside the door.

The next moment, the two disappeared from here.

In the blink of an eye, they had appeared in the castle office. Harry looked confused, but saw Dumbledore coming to the window with a solemn expression.

Harry also hurried over, and soon he discovered a black shadow like sesame seeds.

"It's Voldemort, sir!" Harry said quickly.

But Dumbledore didn't say a word.

Harry was confused, but the next moment, the clouds and mist in the sky rolled up and turned into a big hand, and the clouds and mist stretched out from the ground for no reason, condensing into claws!

In mid-air, a figure appeared.

Mu En moved his hands up and down, gradually closing them, covering the black shadow.

"Moon Jones!!" Voldemort's soul screamed: "How is it possible that you have such power that you are willing to do things for that guy Dumbledore?!"

"Doing something?!" A smile appeared on Mu En's face, her hair flying, and she kept getting closer to Riddle's soul.

"I just have some unsettled debts with you!"

"I have never had any trouble with you!" Riddle said: "You have such power, we can create a brand new world!

We are fundamentally different from them, you know what I'm talking about! ! "

Riddle struggled, but couldn't escape the invisible hand. He was too weak.

"We are all just human beings." Moon smiled and said, "Riddle, I think you are a bit extreme!"

"Let me go! Moon Jones, don't force me!!" Riddle roared.

Mu En said no more, his hands tightened more and more, and the vision of heaven and earth gradually disappeared. At this time, Riddle was already restrained by him.

"Then don't even think about it!" Riddle said no more, and his soul suddenly began to stir.

The next moment, a violent explosion suddenly exploded.

Dumbledore stood at the window, and suddenly his body moved like lightning. He waved the Elder Wand, and a gleam of silver light flashed through, covering the entire castle in an instant. The violent shock wave was blocked by him outside the castle.

The entire Forbidden Forest fell to one side, tiles flew off the roof of Hagrid's hut, and the windows exploded! !

After a while, the shock dissipated.

A skull stood on the spot, and golden runes flashed rapidly among the bones, but in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood grew again.

Mu En spat a mouthful of blood foam, feeling a little bored.

Then he touched his head again... well, it was still a cat head.

The next moment, he disappeared and appeared in Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore looked at Moon's figure. In his eyes, he still saw the same skeleton.

"The human body is made..." he marveled.

He was still marveling at the extremely twisted beauty that was unique to magic.

"Self-destructed." Mu En ignored Dumbledore's perverted eyes, lying on the chair, and said lightly.

"How dare you explode what's left of your soul like this..." Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"That means he has more than just this soul." Mu En said, "Horcrux!"

Dumbledore's eyes were stern. He did know that Riddle was not dead, but he still didn't know why he could survive the rebounding curse.

Now it seems there is an answer.

Horcruxes are not seeds, but anchors.

As long as there is a Horcrux in this world, even if the body is going to die, it will be pulled back.

But at the same time, it also brought about a trouble.

No one knows how long it will be before Voldemort returns again.

"At least I have time to find his Horcrux, right?" Mu En seemed to know what he was thinking, and said lazily, spreading his hands.

Dumbledore turned around and nodded: "That's right."

Then the two of them looked at Harry who was standing aside. He looked miserable now, with his hair disheveled, his spirit listless, and one of his hands hanging broken.

Seeing the two people's eyes falling on him, Harry hurriedly said: "Uncle Moon, sir, Quirrell is still in the basement. And there is the Ministry of Magic——"

"Well done, boy." Mu En nodded.

Harry's words were interrupted, his eyes shone slightly and were a little moist.

This is the first time Uncle Mu En has praised him so seriously and solemnly!

"Perhaps, you should take a good rest." Mu En said, "Having a good sleep is the most correct choice now."

"Yes." Harry nodded, his voice trembling, and said goodbye to the two of them. After hearing these words, countless fatigue suddenly hit him,

He had forgotten how he left the principal's office and how he walked to the infirmary on the second floor amidst the heated discussion among his classmates about the strange phenomenon outside the window.

All he knew was that when he woke up again, it was already three days later.