Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Underground, in an empty and abandoned classroom.

A dummy was standing quietly in it. Then, the ground suddenly twisted like rubber, turning into chains that suddenly stabbed out, intending to wrap around the dummy.

However, the chain just barely brushed against the dummy and after it flew high into the air, it suddenly lost its strength and lay limply on the dummy's shoulders.

"No, still not," Draco gritted his teeth.

Although the floor and chains are both inanimate objects, it is extremely difficult to control them freely.

"If your purpose is to control, why not change the floor into a swamp or something." Harry was a little confused, and the white mist dissipated in front of him.

"No way." Draco shook his head.

Harry pushed up his glasses, inexplicably feeling that the reason for Draco's refusal was that Gemma Farley had just used this number.

"You can try Voldemort's method." Harry suggested.

As soon as this word came out, Draco suddenly shook like chaff, then gritted his teeth and said, "What?"

Harry did not answer, but pointed his wand at the hem of his clothes, and then the hem of his clothes gradually danced, twisted and elongated, turning into a sharp thorn and striking towards Draco.

"My clothes are not suitable for this kind of operation... At present, this should be the use of basic transformation techniques.

Since you're wearing a robe, you should be able to try to recreate it, using your clothes as a flexible weapon... and it'll also help you practice your transfiguration, right? "

"Transformation clothes?" Draco hesitated, then pointed the wand at his robes.

"Villavit—"

The next moment, the robe started to flow, but soon it softened again.

"How do you do this?" He suddenly froze: "I can't change at all."

……

"Didn't you already achieve partial deformation?" Harry looked at him with a look that looked like he was mentally retarded.

“You have to divide this magical transformation into two parts.

The first section is to make the robe completely agile and flexible.

The second stage is to control them to transform into whatever you want. "

Draco was silent for a moment, his face twitching.

This sounds very troublesome.

"Practice...the transfiguration of your own choice." Harry smiled, he still remembered what Draco said a few days ago.

"I took one look at the black dragon coming out of the hole and then used it. If I'm not a transformation genius, who is?!"

Then he chose to make a fuss about transfiguration.

Then, he turned around and continued practicing the Patronus Charm alone.

The Patronus Charm requires a sufficiently happy memory.

There is no doubt that the memory of when that thunder appeared, hit the Norwegian Ridgeback, and he was caught by a meteor after falling in mid-air, is irreplaceable.

The joy of being rescued, the feeling of riding a broomstick for the first time, the dragon, the magic - all these fascinating and memorable points are gathered in that moment.

It would definitely be an excellent choice for him to activate the Patronus Charm.

Draco also stopped and looked at Harry's movements.

He has always been curious about what Harry's Patronus should look like.

"Calling God to Protect——"

White fluorescence lingered on the wand, gradually spreading outward.

Then it stopped abruptly.

Both of them could clearly see the lingering white mist billowing, trying to condense a specific image.

But in the end, it still collapsed.

They practiced until late in the evening, when the noisy discussions in the castle could be heard through the classroom door, and then the two walked out of the abandoned classroom and headed to the auditorium.

In the auditorium, he soon saw Hermione.

I saw the little witch running all the way and said, "Professor Jones asked you to find him."

Harry, who was enjoying his dinner, nodded: "Okay, go right away."

After that, he stuffed the meal into his mouth, took two pieces of paper from Draco, and left quickly with Hermione.

"When did Mr. Jones find me?"

"Just now, there's no need to rush." ​​Hermione said quickly, she was afraid that Harry would choke.

"By the way, what have you been doing recently? Why can't I see you or go to the library?" Hermione wondered: "I thought I had to find you in the training classroom. To be honest, I can't find you in the cafeteria." Meeting you is already a blessing.”

"Nothing much," Harry said, "Just practicing the Patronus Charm or something."

"Harry!" Hermione suddenly whispered: "The Patronus Charm is a very advanced spell, you don't need to force yourself to learn it like this.

Moreover, there are no dementors for you to use on weekdays. If it is used to deal with daily life, it is too trivial. "

"Just...challenge yourself. Do you remember? Uncle Mu En has already planned to include the Patronus Charm in the seventh-grade curriculum."

Harry explained casually.

"No." Hermione shook her head: "You can hardly find anyone except during class time this week. If it was just like before, then I would still believe you, but now"

The little witch has a tendency to get to the bottom of things.

"Harry!" Hermione said suddenly seriously.

"Tell me honestly, have you heard any news about your parents?"

Hermione looked at Harry's green pupils under his glasses seriously.

"Aside from practicing the Patronus Charm for no reason this week, you haven't cared about Sirius, Peter Pettigrew or your parents anymore."

As she said that, Hermione's pupils flickered and she said with some fear: "Tell me, do you want to go to Azkaban?"

Harry stood there, looking at Hermione's frightened face, and took a deep breath.

He never expected that Hermione would think of this.

"How could this be possible?" Harry smiled awkwardly.

"Anyway, you dared to trouble the mysterious man last year. It wouldn't be too weird to do these things again, right." Hermione said angrily, staring at Harry with her eyes.

"Well, that's what I thought." Harry nodded awkwardly. Hermione was too tough. If he didn't say anything, he might not be able to gain anything, and he would be fooled again and again.

"Are you crazy?" Hermione's voice suddenly rose an octave higher, and some people around her looked sideways, with gossipy expressions on their faces.

The two quickly walked forward at a faster pace.

After reaching the third floor, Hermione came back to her senses: "Harry, you are really... No, what are you thinking? Oh my God, how could you possibly do this? This is simply a fantasy."

"It's okay, Hermione." Harry reassured.

"What do you mean it's okay, let's go to Professor Jones's office now." Hermione grabbed Harry's wrist and walked towards the office.

"I don't know what news you know about Sirius, but your behavior is still too exaggerated. I must tell Professor Jones."

"."

"Hermione, don't worry."

"Harry, it goes without saying that I have to tell Mr. Jones." Hermione said righteously: "I have to do it even if you don't want to."

With that said, Hermione knocked on the office door.