Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

At Malfoy Mansion, dark clouds covered the entire manor, and the biting wind swept across the earth with ice chips.

The peacocks were shivering in their pens. Amid the whistling wind, an air explosion suddenly occurred.

"Honey!"

Narcissa Malfoy hurried over, her high heels making frequent tapping sounds on the stone floor.

Then, she supported Lucius, who was covered in a black robe.

And then what came out of him was a tremor.

"Are you...are you hurt? Where are you?" Narcissa tremblingly lifted Lucius' hood and looked at his pale face.

When he heard that those people had called themselves first mates and other such terms, and thought that they had been chased to the gathering point from the Anglo-Greek Expo, Lucius began to doubt the origins of these people.

But suspicion is one thing, and confirming the origins of these guys is another.

Not to mention, these guys are - students.

Moreover, his son was among them!

Then, his gaze fell on Narcissa's face, who was now looking at him anxiously and puzzledly.

"No." Lucius was silent for a moment, then quickly shook his head. Just as he was about to say something, the next moment, a sharp pain in his arm, like a bone-burning and heart-searing pain, swept through his whole body, even causing his body to spasm and twitch.

"Lucius! Lucius!!" Narcissa hugged him in fear: "What on earth happened?!"

"No, Narcissa!" Lucius's hand suddenly grasped his lover's arm. "Listen to me, Narcissa."

"Now, pull out my memory. I will adjust that memory, and you have to pull it out."

"What exactly happened?" Narcissa asked hurriedly, her face full of anxiety.

"No, don't ask." Lucius shook his head: "Pull out that memory, otherwise the master will know it by then."

As he spoke, he even swallowed involuntarily out of fear.

As people around Voldemort, they knew Riddle's cruelty more clearly than ordinary people.

In fact, if he had not been called by his master, he would have wanted to rush to Hogwarts to ask Moon Jones why he did such a thing.

Why let his son get involved in these things.

What kind of despicable means did he use on his own child to deceive him and manipulate him into doing these things.

But——I just thought so.

He has no other choice now.

Only by erasing this memory can one face the master calmly.

otherwise

"Hurry up, Narcissa," Lucius urged, waving his hands at his temples in a panic.

"Okay." Narcissa could only choose to believe. She raised her wand and waved it gently: "Once you forget, everything is empty!"

Then Lucius closed his eyes tightly, and after a moment, he opened them again.

"The Dark Lord is calling me." He stood up, "Bati is dead, Narcissa, you go back to Hogsmeade and bring Draco back, I will go to the master."

Looking at Lucius who had returned to normal, Narcissa took a deep breath and then nodded.

"it is good."

The Isle of Man, also known as the Isle of Man, is most famous for a Muggle vehicle competition that has been held by Muggles since 1907.

It seems to be called a motorcycle. It is said that in the Muggle world, the Isle of Man TT is the most spectacular and dangerous motorcycle race in the world.

Of course, the wizards didn't care about this, they just thought it was noisy.

It is precisely because of this that there are almost no wizards living on the Isle of Man. In addition, although the Isle of Man is located between Ireland and England and is a British crown territory, they are independent in terms of legal political divisions. They have a long history of self-governing government and have had their own parliament and capital called Douglas in the tenth century.

In other words, even the Ministry of Magic has ignored this aspect.

Yes, this is a no-man's land in the wizarding world.

Riddle was hiding here at this time.

The sea is not very peaceful today. The whole island is gloomy and the raging sea breeze blows from one end of the island to the other like a blade.

Lucius suddenly appeared in front of a huge abandoned wooden house in a small forest, and then walked into the house.

The hissing sound was endless. From the broken floor, from the beams, and from the cracks in the old door, snakes poked their heads out, looking at the visitor carefully and watching him at the same time.

“Hiss—hiss—”

Even someone like Lucius, who loves snakes, couldn't help but get goosebumps when he saw such a dense group of snakes.

Too much.

Like a snake cave.

Soon, he arrived at the second floor.

"Lucius"

A shrill and uncomfortable voice appeared, as uncomfortable as the wind blowing on the island.

But Lucius still recognized from the tone that it was the voice of the Dark Lord.

"Move me to the fire, you bastard," the voice suddenly roared.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" A timid voice sounded, and then a small shadow walked over and pushed the sofa hard to the side of the stove.

Then, in the dim light of the fire, Lucius saw the Dark Lord's current appearance through the tattered robes.

It was a slimy, eyeless, ugly thing—no, worse than that, a hundred times worse! It had the appearance of a curled-up baby, but without hair, and with what looked like scales, and a dark, red skin, like wounded flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face—no living child had a face like that—was a flat, snake-like face with a pair of gleaming red eyes.

The thing seemed completely helpless. It raised its thin arms and tugged at the dirty, leaky blanket.

"Master?!" Lucius couldn't even believe what he saw.

"What? Are you surprised to see me like this?" A smile appeared on Voldemort's ugly face, and mucus stretched out at the corners of his mouth.

"Master, what happened to you?" Lucius walked over with concern and knelt in front of the sofa.

"It seems that you have not forgotten etiquette, Lucius." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, then stared at him with his red eyes.

"Where are my things?"

Lucius explained as he searched his pockets: "Little Barty is dead. He was killed by a group of beast-headed people-"

"What?!" Shanshan screamed.

"Shut up, you vile thing." Voldemort scolded, and then looked at Lucius: "Shut up, Lucius, do you think I don't know these things? Or do you no longer understand my orders?"

"I'm sorry, master." Lucius said quickly, and then took out the bright red philosopher's stone.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Voldemort's face and he nodded, but after a moment, his expression gradually became strange.

"Asshole! Asshole!" he yelled. "You just brought me a fake one?"

Then, his eyes were fixed on Lucius.

And Lucius also felt the magical invasion in Voldemort's eyes.

After a moment, Voldemort had to admit - yes, the Resurrection Stone that that idiot Barty Jr. got at the beginning was a fake.

"Damn trash!" he cursed in a low voice, then waved his arms with difficulty.

"Go ahead. If there's nothing else, I'll find you when I need you."

"Master, do you need it?"

"No need, Lucius, are you pitying my current living situation?"

"No, that's definitely not what I meant. I'm sorry, Master." Lucius lowered his head quickly.

"Then go back." Voldemort waved his hand.

A moment later, as Lucius left, a gloomy look appeared in Voldemort's eyes.

He didn't trust Lucius. To be more precise, he was incapable of controlling Lucius in his current state.

Now, he needs a guy loyal enough to help him keep doing things.

Little Barty, that rubbish

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and changed his expression.

"Buddy is dead."

"Dead, dead, the master is dead!" Shanshan could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes and burst into tears.

"His departure is our loss." Voldemort shook his head: "Do you think your master is loyal to me?"

"Of course. Yes." Winky howled as he answered Voldemort's question. He had taken care of little Barty for more than ten years, so he naturally knew how crazy and loyal his master was to the Dark Lord.

"Well now that he is dead, according to his last wishes, I think he would want to hand you over to me," Voldemort continued.

"Just like he had firmly taken you with him on the road to escape, he didn't want you to be a house-elf without a master. Now that he is dead, if he had to choose a new master, who would it be?"

His words were gentle and slow, carrying an extremely strong temptation, like honey wine.

Tears continued to fall from Twinkle's eyes, and she had already entered into Voldemort's words.

"It's you. The master will definitely want you to be my new master."

"Yes, that's right." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction: "So, what should you call me now?"

"Master." Shanshan stammered.

"Very good." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and then his words suddenly changed: "Then why don't you go and cook? Do you want to starve me to death? You vile thing!"

"I'm sorry, master!" Shanshan left crying and ran to the kitchen.

Northern Ireland, after all the Death Eaters fled, Harry turned around and took Draco back to the battle site.

At this time, Neville was covered in burns and looked horrible. He had already fainted.

"Someone told us that Barty disguised himself as Ron and tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Draco quickly explained what happened.

"I understand. You can take care of Neville first." Harry nodded and walked towards the collapsed wooden house.

A moment later, accompanied by an unexplained banging sound in the ruins, Harry found a suitcase.

"What is this?" He was a little confused. He grabbed the snake staff with his right hand, ready to go, and carefully opened the box with his left hand.

Then, a piece of arm jumped out of the box.

"Eh?!"

As Harry looked on in horror, the cross-section of the arm opened up, like some hideous and terrifying creature, with blood vessels like tentacles and the mouthparts of some sandworm attacking him.

"Damn it!" Harry suddenly dodged and changed position.

"Oh." The palm of the arm suddenly opened and revealed a smile.

"Jiejiejiejie——"

The next moment, the arm appeared in front of Harry as if it had teleported, and then a huge palm grabbed his face.

The blood vessels at the back of his arm pierced directly into his flesh.

"Get—get out!" said Harry hastily.

“Hehe.” The arm laughed again: “The reaction is not bad, but it’s still not enough.”

"Ah?!" Harry stood there, then looked at the arm, and because of the sound, he suddenly thought of Uncle Moon's recently lost left arm.

"Uncle Muen?!"

"Hmm." Arm nodded casually: "Before, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Belby were locked in this box by little Barty, so after I fished them out, I left 'myself' in there." Moon explained.

As he spoke, an eyeball popped out from the mouth in the middle of the palm with a 'swish' sound, forming a scene of an eyeball in the mouth of the palm.

"Ah this." Harry was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Come back to the Hogwarts infirmary. The 'portal' can bypass the Anti-Apparition Spell. I don't think I need to explain this any further. Also, this arm will be yours for the time being. I don't think anyone likes their organs to keep nagging."

As it spoke, the mouth swallowed the eyeball with a gulp, then gradually closed, and gradually transformed from a mouth into an ordinary palm line.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Neville's body was already covered with white lines randomly drawn by Draco.

"Nothing, nothing." Harry tried to grab the arm, but felt no hindrance.

"That's good." Draco nodded. If it were in the past, he would definitely ask about this arm, but now he was not in the mood to care about it.

If you say it's okay, then it's okay.

"Let's go back."

"Yeah." Harry nodded, threw the suitcase to Draco, and then grabbed Draco and Neville with his left and right hands.

And the left hand from Mu En was holding the snake staff.

It is no exaggeration to say that this arm gave Harry the feeling of being perfect when casting spells.

It's like the world is full of spheres, but there's a sense of disparity when the concept of a true "circle" appears before your eyes.

That is something of another concept.

Almost effortlessly, he waved his wand, and the three of them disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When they opened their eyes again, they were already in the infirmary on the second floor of Hogwarts.