Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"Is this?" Draco was startled, quickly dropped the object in his hand, and backed away.

The situation in front of him was beyond his imagination and understanding, and he even showed the same expression as those Muggle boys today.

"Don't come here, get away!" He shook his arms and pointed the wand at the guy.

"Uuuuuu——"

The guy just let out a low whimper, like the intimidation of a wild animal when facing its prey, with a hint of depression.

No movement?

Draco looked warily at the pair of eyes that glowed red in the dark classroom, feeling a little confused.

Then, the steps slowly retreated.

The next moment, the door was opened, his steps flickered, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared and locked the door tightly.

suddenly!

There was undisguised surprise in his eyes.

And that was indeed the case. The guy had no power to fight back at all. He was like a young animal, his limbs swinging wildly in a hurry, but he could not escape the fate of being tied up by the snake in his robe.

"Where's Astoria?" He floated in mid-air, raising the corners of his mouth, with an arrogant confidence in his own power.

Then he lit candles and oil lamps.

The wand lit up. He didn't have Harry's strength, and he couldn't even remove the fluorescent spell from the tip of the wand.

Unfortunately, it has no effect.

"You can speak? Then why didn't you speak just now?"

"I'm not an Animagus." Astoria's voice appeared.

But the problem now is that this is not a werewolf, and Astoria has disappeared

What about her?

Turning back to it later, what was actually implicit in his heart was taking advantage of Potter's absence.

What appeared in front of him was a panicked fox, its fur all white. In its eyes, there was no longer the mania, only overflowing fear.

"That's right." The fox nodded, and then said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Malfoy, can you let go of me?"

In the quiet night, only this roar came from the classroom.

He raised his wand, and the beast was dragged to his eyes, under the light.

"This"

"Where did this dirty thing come from?" Draco shook the fox away. In the UK, foxes are not a rare thing. There are tens of thousands of them in London. He also has many manors at home. They often run into the yard to steal chickens and dogs. .

"I have only heard of the innate Transfiguration Magus, but not the innate Animagus."

"It? This fox?" Draco asked.

He looked left and right several times, and finally stood in the middle of the classroom, gradually falling silent.

"boom--"

When the beast in the classroom saw its prey disappear, it shook its head and roared.

Then, he vented his anger on Draco's training doll.

Do something serious and show your strength.

Then, he slowly approached the white fox.

The classroom door was kicked open.

"Fluorescent flash——"

"It, it is frightened by you now." Astoria whispered, with an inexplicable apology: "Then I had a chance to speak."

"Eh?" Draco raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

"I'm a ship wizard!"

"Woo——"

The robe on his body was like a long black snake, attacking the beast that came from nowhere.

First of all, Draco was very sure that this was not a werewolf, otherwise he might not be able to defeat it.

But enough!

"Veravito—"

"Where did you come from?" He squatted down slowly and looked at the fox carefully. It was raised on the ground, its belly with soft fur was exposed, and he couldn't help but want to kick Draco with his hind legs. go.

As soon as he saw him coming over, the fox was tied to the ground, his feet fluttering uncontrollably, and he shrank and leaned back.

Even the reason why he chose to run away in the first place was because he suspected that the other party might be a werewolf, so he ran away quickly and closed the door tightly before leaving, not giving the other party a chance to escape.

"Astoria?" He looked around, then opened the door and looked toward the corridor.

"Damn, I was scared just now." Draco thought about his actions just now.

Hmm. As for the fact that his first thought was to run away, he didn't think it was a big problem.

I'm not back!

With a slight lift of the wand, the extremely familiar transformation technique appeared, and the thorny vines tied the fox on the ground tightly.

"What about people?"

"Oh, okay." Draco nodded: "So you are a fox similar to a werewolf?"

The vines gradually loosened and disappeared, with a little blood stains on them.

"Mr. Malfoy is very powerful." Astoria said, "It's just that he's a little too powerful."

Draco nodded awkwardly. Just now, he didn't hold back at all and just threw the opponent away, then tied him tightly.

"Is this the first time?" Draco asked, "Or are you, like werewolves, getting sick when the moon is full?"

"No." The little white fox shook his head: "I was...random. This is the second time this has happened since I came to this school."

"The second time?" Draco nodded, not knowing that the other person was a fox before.

"Yes." The little white fox lay on the ground, and Draco also sat on the ground casually.

"Headmaster Dumbledore told me to go to an empty dormitory if I get sick. But..."

"What?" Draco's eyes widened.

"But the classroom is occupied by those Muggles, right?"

"Yeah." The little white fox nodded: "I didn't expect that it would want to come out today when I am here."

"Sounds like a pretty random thing."

"Yes."

Draco nodded, roughly understanding something: "Then Dumbledore is too unreliable. Didn't he arrange an extra classroom for you?"

The little white fox sighed and shook his head.

"This old madman." Draco shook his head: "Forget it, nothing he does is a surprise."

The little white fox pretended not to hear Draco and Professor Dumbledore's slander and turned a deaf ear, then said: "Mr. Malfoy, can I ask you a favor?"

"Go ahead." Malfoy nodded casually.

"Can you keep this secret for me?" she said, looking at Draco expectantly and pleadingly with her big eyes.

Draco took a deep breath, and after a moment he said, "Well, can I tell just one person?"

"Is it Mr. Potter?" the little white fox said, "Well, sir, I don't know what kind of person Mr. Potter is. If possible, I'd rather not."

"Okay, okay." Draco waved his hand and stood up: "Keep it a secret, that's it, right."

"Yes." She nodded quickly, and even on the fox's face, it could be seen that she was smiling.