Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

In the infirmary, Fred George was a little worried.

You know, besides Madam Pomfrey, Harry took away a total of four twisted nurses.

"I think we should speed up the process rather than this," said Draco. He was not worried at all about Harry taking people away.

As they spoke, the group began to search the infirmary.

"Help!"

A familiar voice sounded weakly.

Draco stood at a distance from the source of the sound, and then carefully used his tentacles to pull open the curtain.

I saw an extremely thin man lying on the hospital bed, wearing the blue school uniform of Beauxbatons, and tied tightly to the iron bed with several leather belts.

His face was sunken, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were like those of a stressed animal, observing the surroundings with fear and sensitivity.

"Who are you? How did you become like this?!" Fred recognized the man at once.

"Who is he?" Draco looked at Fred and George warily.

"This is the guy we met in the detention room." George explained, "This guy followed us when we escaped from the detention room."

Fred looked at the man on the bed and said, "He used to be a big, strong man, but look at him now..."

It looks like a skull with skin on.

As he said that, George also looked at the man: "How did you get into this state?"

"Help me, please." He looked weakly at Fred, George and others.

“After I followed you guys out of the confinement room, I met that triangle head on the third floor, and then I fled all the way here.

I didn’t expect there was someone here. That doctor. That doctor.”

As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva out of fear: "She said. I am sick, a very serious disease.

"I couldn't resist at all, and then they caught me and tied me up.

Then I passed out, and when I woke up, it looked like this."

"It seems that the punishment here is not just about failing the mission or being captured by Filch." George swallowed.

Fred nodded in agreement: "So full of malice."

"Okay, get up." Fred unbuckled his belt and helped him up.

"Thank you." He stood up tremblingly, and his legs as thin as bamboo poles seemed to be unable to support his body.

"You've grown too thin," Draco said.

"She probably took away my muscles." The man looked bitter, sighed for a long time, and then asked: "What are you looking for?"

"A potion that can counteract the problem in my body. My ability to cast spells is limited." Fred directly applied Angelina's symptoms to himself.

"There's something in there." The man stood up tremblingly and moved towards a small door: "I saw the woman from the infirmary go in."

As he spoke, he had already arrived at the door.

Draco turned the doorknob and found it wouldn't open.

"The Alajo Cave opens—"

The light of the spell lit up and then quickly dissipated.

"It looks like there's a spell here." Hermione looked tearful.

The next moment, Fred and George raised their feet at the same time.

boom--

With wood chips flying from the door frame, the fragile little door was kicked open by the two of them.

The small room behind the door was narrow, barely enough for two or three people to turn around. Apart from the door, there were cabinets on the other three walls, with three or two bottles of potions placed high on them.

The rest is just dust.

Draco manipulated his robes to remove all three potions.

The first bottle was a small grey-black bottle, which contained thick potion and had a capacity of about three or two sips.

Draco looked closely and saw a label on it.

【Nine Fire Dragon Muscle-enhancing Water: Cislon, Trenbolone, Tritolon

The label in the middle was a little too old to be clearly seen. Draco handed the potion to Hermione and couldn't help asking, "Do you know what this potion and these dragons are?"

It was strange that Draco, who claimed to know a lot about dragons, had never heard of their names.

After Hermione took a closer look, she couldn't help but shook her head: "I haven't heard of it."

A magic potion that increases muscle mass.

Draco then looked at the other two bottles of potion, one of which was the Great Wizard Potion and the other was the Daylight Potion.

"It looks like this is what you need." Draco handed the Great Wizard Potion directly to Fred and George: "It says on it that it can increase a person's spellcasting power and make them like great wizards."

It was clearly a positive-boosting potion, and honestly, Draco thought it was a waste to give it to someone who was being punished.

"Thanks." Fred George took the bottle.

Then, they saw Draco actually came to the man from Beauxbatons as if showing mercy.

"I thought maybe you would need this." He said, shaking the muscle-enhancing potion in his hand.

"If these three potions represent an antidote to the punishment, then this muscle-building potion may be able to restore your body."

As he spoke, Draco had already poured out some muscle-building potion.

"Do you want to try it?" he asked in a tempting tone.

However, he didn't need to do this, because the Beauxbatons student would also take the initiative to try.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" The man nodded and drank the potion.

Then, his skin began to turn red and puffs of steam came out of his body.

After a moment, he was no longer so thin.

"I'm back!" he said excitedly, puffing his arms.

"Thank you. If I were in the same state just now and was chased, I wouldn't be able to run two steps." He thanked them excitedly.

Draco stared at his pointed head for a moment, then nodded and said no more.

He just wanted to test whether the potion was really effective.

Meanwhile, on the first floor.

Harry looked back at Madam Pomfrey and the twisted nurses who were following him and said, "Ma'am, you said I was ill. I want to know what is wrong with me?"

"Child, your heart beats too vigorously, don't you know?" Madam Pomfrey said gently, "That will give you too much vitality, which will give you a healthy body and a clear mind."

She even said with a little fear: "Oh my God, I dare not even imagine what a horrible scene that would be."

"Isn't this bad?"

"Of course not," said Madam Pomfrey. "It's horrible, isn't it?"

"Then ma'am, aren't you?" Harry stopped and said, "Don't you have a beating heart, healthy limbs and a smart brain?"

"What are you talking about?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry in surprise: "Where are the injured children?"

"They've been attacked by evil white magic," said Harry. "They're now hanging in the Whomping Willow."

"White magic?!" Madam Pomfrey let out a shrill cry.

"That's right." Harry nodded and walked to the edge of the corridor: "Madam, you can see it if you look from here."

From here, you can vaguely see the Whomping Willow below.

Madam Pomfrey anxiously came to the edge of the corridor, while Harry slowly backed away.

"Oh, it's those students, poor children, who did it?" Madam Pomfrey said anxiously.

"Ma'am." Harry's voice sounded behind her.

"I did it."

"Calling God to Protect——"

A cat suddenly pounced on Madam Pomfrey's face, and burning black smoke sounded from the point of contact.

"It's white magic!"

"How can students learn white magic!!" Madam Pomfrey asked in disbelief.

The twisted nurses were crawling on the ground, their long and thin limbs extremely pale with black bloodshot, crawling towards Harry like spiders.

"My apologies, ma'am." Harry raised his wand.

A silver light belonging to the guardian god spread unscrupulously around.

Under the illumination of this light, the twisted nurses let out sharp screams and then gradually turned into ashes.

However, Madam Pomfrey endured this force and walked towards Harry step by step.

"You need treatment, kid!!" she said stubbornly.

"This can't be killed." Harry frowned: "What about this?"

As he spoke, a wisp of flame appeared at the tip of the staff.

But in an instant, the flames expanded rapidly, as if treating the spreading silver light as firewood.

boom--

Blazing flames appeared throughout the corridor.

Amidst the flames, a thin blue rope appeared around Madam Pomfrey's neck.

Then, he was hanged suddenly.

When the flames died down, only a card was left, slowly falling to the ground.

"It actually works." Harry smiled and raised his hand to summon the card.

[Holy Grail Queen]

[After use: You can get a diluted anger potion]

"Perfect!" Harry nodded, feeling quite accomplished.

Then he raised his head and looked upward.

Soon, Harry returned to the second floor and met Draco and others.

"Where is that person?" The boy from Beauxbatons looked at Harry in horror: "Let's go."

"Dead." Harry didn't ask where the man came from.

"How strong is it?" Draco asked.

"Stronger than the first guy we met," Harry said. "Maybe a little tricky for you, since you don't know the Patronus."

"Damn it." Draco pouted, but then asked, "Just a little tricky?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded seriously. He didn't feel any pressure from Madam Pomfrey.

“But the professors may be a little stronger,” he added.

"That's what we should do." Fred George nodded: "We have to go downstairs. If Angelina is okay, we will go upstairs."

"Okay, have a good trip." Harry nodded and said goodbye to Fred and George who were walking downstairs.

"now what?"

"That must be Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry smiled and handed the wand back to Hermione.

Arriving at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry was the first to push open the door.

A somewhat eerie voice appeared.

"Welcome to my class." Mu En appeared above, no longer in formal attire, but in a gray-black robe.

Harry and the other two walked in and suddenly saw two familiar figures.

Mike from Ravenclaw, and two students from Durmstrang.

The rest are all zombies, vampires, or other "students".

"Please sit down." Mu En said.

Harry and the other two quickly sat down. A ghoul turned around and pointed its stinking mouth at Draco.

"Are you here to listen to the professor's lecture as well?"

"Am I here to kill the professor?" Draco whispered unhappily, while reaching out his hand and gently tapping the ghoul's face.

"Don't get on me, buddy. You never brush your teeth, do you?"

"Ghouls don't brush their teeth." The man muttered and turned his head away: "You are obviously a living person, and you dare to show me such an expression."

"Quiet!" Mu En's voice rang out, "If anyone whispers again, I will tear out his tongue."

Draco felt the ghoul next to him shudder and sit up a little straighter.

"Isn't it really going to be torn off?" Draco said with some lingering fear.

Pulling out the tongue makes it more difficult for people to recite accurate spells. If this is considered as Moon's punishment, then it seems reasonable.

Thinking of this, he sat up straighter.

"Today's content is very simple." Mu En paced slowly.

"We all know that the moon has crazy mystical meanings, which is why many things related to the moon don't seem so normal."

As he spoke, he slowly walked to a bronze horn.

"The course is very simple. I will give you a song called 'Bast's Ballad'. Under the influence of the song, your spirituality will be elevated. Of course, there is nothing strange in this world.

So after your spiritual level is elevated, you will hear and see some strange things because of the activation of your cerebral cortex. They come from your memory, your knowledge, and the evolution of your deepest desires and fears. "

"In today's class, there are three rating standards."

"First level, if you cannot resist the invasion of ballads, I will expel you from my class."

"Second level, successfully complete a round of ballads and remain conscious."

“The third level is to extract the information contained in Buster’s ballad. This information may be words, rhythm, or a picture—and the best is the [knowledge] you gain from the active state.

As I said, Bast will prompt your cerebral cortex that this is a test and an opportunity.

From the chaos, find your own tune.

That is the condition for victory.

The person who completes the assignment best will receive this!"

As he spoke, Mu En turned his hand over, revealing a Major Arcana.

【Moon】

"Let's start." After introducing the rules of the game, Mu En turned on the phonograph.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound floated out from above, lingering in the classroom as if it were real.

The surrounding scenes gradually disappeared. Harry closed his eyes and looked at Moon in front of him.

"?"

He immediately realized something was wrong, but before he could think about it, the figure in front of him turned away.

"Too weak. Such a weak nature."

"What?" Harry was a little confused and took a step forward involuntarily.

But Mu En's back suddenly turned into another familiar face.

"You want to defeat me?"

That was the young Voldemort. He had become extremely handsome, with an indescribable arrogance in his eyes.

"I am a rare genius in Hogwarts." He said, "Even if it is only a trace of my soul that remains, it has supported you to come here and become a celebrity in the school."

"And yet you say you want to defeat me?" He sneered.