Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

At the edge of the forbidden forest, in the black grassland.

Harry and Hermione finally walked out of the Forbidden Forest and approached the castle which was so familiar yet now felt extremely strange.

The grass was black and gave off an eerie, ominous smell. Harry opened his mouth and a familiar hissing sound came out of his mouth.

A moment later, an extremely tiny black snake emerged from the grass.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to spot this little guy in the black lawn in this gloomy weather.

The little snake continued to spit out its tongue, and after a moment, Harry raised his head again and looked towards Hagrid's Hut not far away.

The red of Durmstrang and the blue of Beauxbatons are both easily hidden in the darkness.

If it weren't for these little snakes keeping watch on me, I might not have been able to find those guys.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione looked at Harry nervously.

"Look at the radiation zone around Hagrid's hut," Harry said with a smile.

"There are at least fifteen of them. If they hadn't kept a safe distance from each other, I would have wanted to catch them all and leave here with the Emperor Card."

"You can do it if you use Apparition," Hermione whispered.

"Let's forget it." Harry shook his head seriously.

"Uncle Mu En said that wizards should not let others know their abilities as much as possible."

Until now, it seemed that many of his skills and fighting methods were only known by the Delacour sisters.

And it was because of that accident.

I happened to run into them when they were delivering books during sparring.

"No wonder there are so few people on the whole meadow." Hermione said: "Those guys are waiting to use those shady methods."

"It's not some shady trick." Harry smiled.

“This is a good decision.”

"Is this okay?" Hermione looked disdainful.

"It's good to win, even if it's not too glorious."

Harry explained what he was thinking: "That's the concept of 'means', isn't it?"

"Oh, that's very Slytherin of you." Hermione pouted.

"Yes, there are Slytherins." Harry looked towards Hagrid's hut. "And there are Gryffindors too."

"what?"

"That's right." Harry nodded, then turned his gaze to the other side.

That was the path they would take to the castle.

At this moment, there seemed to be a figure standing there.

He was the only person in the entire vast meadow who did not hide his figure, and he was wearing a Hogwarts robe.

"There may be a problem right now." Harry warned Hermione and then walked over there.

"I felt something was wrong but he just walked over there so arrogantly." Hermione felt helpless.

I always feel that this is something Professor Jones would do.

At the same time, the man seemed to notice the footsteps on the slope below and turned around.

"Oh, Harry, Hermione, it's you."

Harry looked at the man above and lowered his guard slightly.

Of course, he still reserved the possibility that the person in front of him was transformed by the Polyjuice Potion.

"Cedric." Harry nodded.

Hermione was a little surprised: "Cedric? Why are you here? Standing in such a conspicuous place is not a good choice."

"Not bad." Cedric smiled and said, "In a place like this, no one would attack me, because those guys hiding don't want to be the first to come forward.

Of course, if I had the Major Arcana, that would be a different matter.”

"So that's how it is." Hermione thought about it and understood the logic.

This place is not as complicated as the forest. If you act rashly here, you will expose your flaws to other warriors.

"Then what are you doing standing here?" Harry asked instead.

As for this competitive game, he had already figured out the various interests involved, so he didn't think about the twists and turns like Hermione.

"You will see it when you come up here," said Cedric. "There is a Major Arcana."

Harry nodded and walked up.

Suddenly, the weather in front of Harry gradually became brighter, and it seemed to be the same as an hour ago.

At the same time, a sudden voice sounded in my ears.

"Hey, that human!"

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Harry's mind was stunned for a moment and he didn't react at all.

Then, the scene in front of his eyes began to distort and change.

Four people appeared in front of him.

The leader had pure white skin and wore a leather coat. There was not a single hair on his entire head, but instead it was covered with dense nails.

Among the few behind, one had ulcerated skin and a claw knife glove on his hand;

A man wearing a white hooded mask, with no expression of like or dislike, holding a bloodstained knife;

The last one was wearing a white hockey mask and holding an axe.

Nailhead, Freddy, Miles, Jason?

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Hermione walked up and saw the four guys. She was shocked and her face turned as pale as Nailhead, Miles and the others.

Harry pulled Hermione behind him and then looked at the man they had just called out to.

It was a human being, sitting on the grass and writing something.

There's nothing special about him. He looks just like an ordinary student at Hogwarts.

But it was obvious that Harry had no memory of this person existing at Hogwarts.

"Nail Head, what do you want to do now?" The man saw the four people and obviously knew that there would be a fight, so he quickly put his hands into his robe.

But before he could draw his wand, a thorn suddenly appeared, wrapped around his wrist, and knocked his wand down.

"It seems that you haven't learned the magic spell well enough." Nail Head said with satisfaction.

"Ah, that's right. After all, you are not like us, born with great strength and relying on that little stick."

As he spoke, Nailhead snatched the parchment from the man's hand and said, "Let me see, what are you doing?"

When Nail Head saw the contents of the parchment, his eyes lit up like a dog seeing a rabbit.

He said it in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Holy Light Spell and Dispel Evil? Aha! I knew you were secretly studying white magic again, right, you bad guy."

"Give it back to me!" The man was so angry that he broke free from the thorns and rushed towards the nail head. Seeing this, Jason raised his hand and cut him with a knife.

The man was forced back by the knife, but unexpectedly, the sneaky guy Freddy ran behind him and tripped him.

"Nailhead, it's getting dark and time for class." Miles reminded.

"Okay." Nail Head nodded and pointed at the man.

The next moment, the man turned over and was hung upside down.

"It seems that the werewolves are the only ones not going to class tonight."

"That's right." Freddy nodded and explained:

"Tonight is a full moon night. Professor Van Helsing will be in the Forbidden Forest with the wolf cubs."

"I heard that the priests of those murlocs are dead. I don't know who will come to call the tide tonight." Jason cut his wrist with a knife in anticipation.

"It would be fun if no one called the tide. If those guys don't perform tidal baptisms every once in a while, they will all go crazy."

"Skipping class, watching fishmen, and dying," Miles said succinctly.

Hearing this, the other three guys shrank their necks.

"Forget it. It won't be fun if Triangle Head catches us skipping class." Nail Head waved his hand: "Let's go. It's getting dark."

"Where is this person?" Freddy looked at the human expectantly.

"How about we hang him in the Whomping Willow?" Nailhead raised his hand excitedly.

"Are you serious? You know, once the Whomping Willow is put up, it can only be taken down during the day."

The Whomping Willow was not far from them, with several corpses hanging on its trunk.

"It's a small matter. Just leave it alone for one night. The professors will come and deal with it tomorrow.

The Whomping Willow will be very angry if it is not full of fruit tonight, so let's hang one for it."

Then, the guy hanging upside down was gradually moved towards the Whomping Willow.

The Whomping Willow also sensed something approaching and became restless.

Nail Master waved his hand, and a chain suddenly appeared at the scar below the Whomping Willow. It hit the scar on the trunk as hard as a whip.

The Whomping Willow's restless branches suddenly became quiet.

Then Nail Head moved the human towards it with satisfaction and placed him on top of a thick branch.

The next moment, a branch detached from the Whomping Willow and entangled it.

"It's hung up, it's hung up!" Freddy clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Then those werewolves will definitely come here by smelling his human scent." Nailhead smiled with satisfaction.

At this moment, Hermione was behind Harry, looking at these people with fear.

Even though she had some combat experience and had seen blood, she really couldn't stay calm when seeing these four guys appear here.

Each and every one of these is a childhood trauma.

Looking at these people calmly discussing these things, she felt a chill all over her body.

But why didn't they talk anymore?

The surroundings fell into silence.

Suddenly, those four men all turned their heads mechanically, and a crackling sound came from their necks.

"So, what are you three humans looking at?" said Nail Head.

The next moment, a sense of detachment appeared in Harry and Hermione, and when they looked again, Cedric appeared beside them.

The 'plot' just now has been completely explained.

That poor human had been hung in the Whomping Willow.

Cedric looked at the two of them seriously and spread his hands: "Do you two have any ideas?"

Harry first looked at Hermione, waving the mysterious ring in his hand, a faint silver light appeared in his palm, and then he put his hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"Don't worry," he whispered.

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Cedric glanced to the right, and saw four guys who were obviously 'dark wizards'.

And here, there are two guys who are no less evil than the dark wizards!

The silver light quickly dispelled the fear in Hermione's heart. After calming down, Hermione quickly recalled the detailed knowledge about Tarot cards in her mind.