Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 352 Ron's Road to Suffering

Looking at the blue flames in the Forbidden Forest in the distance, Harry pushed up his glasses and turned away.

"Neville should be fine," he said as he walked towards the spiral staircase.

"How do you know?" Hermione quickly followed him, her face full of confusion.

"Intuition." Harry smiled.

Seeing that these three 'old gentlemen' finally decided to go up, the stone beast couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“You must be careful.” He reminded: “This is a [road of suffering].”

"The Road to Suffering?" Harry took back his steps in confusion.

"You don't think that anyone can easily set foot on the highest position of this castle, do you?" The stone beast may have forgotten the pain after the scar healed, or his brain may not be able to remember the pain.

In short, he has now regained his previous arrogant attitude - a little bit.

He said loudly: "Only by embarking on a path of suffering that ordinary people cannot embark on can we accomplish great things that ordinary people cannot accomplish."

Harry stopped where he was, and seeing this, the Stonehead raised the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay to hesitate. After all, you are just ordinary people."

But Harry asked doubtfully the next moment: "Is this suffering physical or spiritual?"

The stone beast frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Is there a difference?"

"That really makes no difference." Harry knew he had asked a stupid question.

"That's right. After all, for——"

"After all, this doesn't affect my desire to try to go up." Harry muttered calmly, turned around and took a step towards the stairs.

The next moment, a sharp mark appeared on the corner of his clothes, accompanied by the sound of thoughts, and the clothes seemed to be scratched by something extremely sharp.

A wind as sharp as a knife?

Harry remembered a spell Uncle Moon had cast called "Rainstorm".

At that time, he just felt that the world was about to be destroyed.

tread--

As he stepped onto the second step, another wind blade appeared.

There was a bloody mark on his cheek.

"Harry?!" Hermione couldn't help but feel a little worried. She saw the blood falling with her own eyes.

"Do you want to go and have a look?" Harry turned around and said.

Draco looked at the blood on Harry's face and then stared at that easy smile for a moment.

Then, he stepped onto the stairs.

"I can definitely go further than you." He gave a provocative smile and walked up four or five steps.

The next moment, a pig-slaughtering sound was heard.

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Harry shook his head and took a few more steps, overtaking Draco.

Tsk-tsk-

The wind kept blowing, leaving streaks of blood on his body.

"Are you not in pain?" Draco covered his arm, where blood was flowing, with a look of agony on his face.

Harry glanced at him, not understanding why Draco, who had been so enthusiastic when fighting the Death Eaters, was now yelling like a child.

As he said this, he continued to walk upwards.

The stone beast slowly closed the door, and the light in the corridor became dimmer.

Draco, who was half squatting, suddenly saw a figure walking up to him.

That's Hermione.

"You guys." Draco gritted his teeth and raised his wand.

"Armor protection——"

An invisible armor appeared in front of him, then he took a deep breath and moved upwards again.

The principal's office is on the eighth floor, about twenty meters high from the third floor.

There are hundreds of stairs.

Every staircase was almost like a gust of wind that was stronger than the one before.

And every twenty steps, the overall difficulty will increase again.

When he reached the 21st level, a force of gravity suddenly appeared, and Draco almost fell to his knees accidentally.

By level 41, Draco's armor was no longer strong enough, and his feet felt like they were filled with lead. Layers of illusions began to appear around him.

It seemed as if pairs of eyes appeared on the walls around him, staring at him.

He looked up, and it seemed that the eyes were corresponding to people he knew.

Through these pairs of eyes, he seemed to see familiar people standing in front of him, staring at him closely.

"Just some bloody eyes," Draco scoffed.

However, he did not notice that Hermione in front of him had slowed down her pace.

As he continued to move upward, the power in those eyes gradually deepened.

"Draco, look at how stupid you are."

"Who?!" he suddenly roared and looked around.

But he saw the puzzled looks of the two people above him.

"Hallucinations." Harry whispered, "These occur above level 60."

"Level 60?" Draco looked at his feet in disbelief. He was pale and covered in blood. Only his face was pale and his eyes drooped weakly.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Then why weren't you affected?"

"Me?" Harry showed a bitter smile: "I have been stared at by all kinds of eyes since I was born. I'm used to it."

Having said that, he turned around and continued walking upwards.

Draco looked at his back and bit his tongue hard.

“Who isn’t?”

Having said that, he took another step forward.

However, he still underestimated the aggressiveness of the whispers in his ears. Unknowingly, a series of images began to appear in front of his eyes.

At some point, he also got on all fours and started climbing like a wild dog.

"Look at how stupid you are now."

There are questions, gentle whispers and consolations in my ears.

But it didn't let him continue to move forward.

"Get out! Get out of here!" He roared as he climbed up.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw a line of bloody words appear before his eyes.

"All eyes are on me, Mom"

A line of ugly words.

Even at this moment, Draco still sneered.

"What an ugly word."

As he thought about it, he pointed his finger below the line of blood words.

"You are just a piece of trash who can only cry for mom."

Then, continue climbing upwards.

chap——

A gust of wind blew and lifted half of his nails.

"damn it"

After cursing inwardly, he continued to move upwards.

However, soon he saw another line of the same bloody words.

"All eyes are on me, Mom"

"Has he lost his mind?" Draco muttered to himself.

However, he soon noticed a line of even more distorted words.

"So—I want them to look at me."

"This guy"

This time, Draco didn't sneer.

Thinking about it, he raised his head and wanted to go up and see what else the guy had written.

Soon, he saw the third line of blood words.

"The professor asked me what I wanted to do."

"I didn't know that at the time."

Draco smiled, stretched out the finger whose nail had just been lifted up, and continued writing.

"waste."

After making his comments, he continued to climb upwards.

Soon, the fifth line.

"I don't know now."

“But I know I enjoyed their cheers.”

Soon, the sixth line.

The appearance of blood words is becoming more and more frequent.

"I want to be like Harry Potter, too."

Line 7.

"The stone beast said that no intelligence is needed here. All you need to do is embark on a path called [Suffering]."

Line 8.

"I'm not smart. Even if I put all my strength into it, I can't beat Malfoy."

Line 9.

“Maybe this is my only chance.”

Draco raised his hands weakly and continued to climb upwards.

But he felt a robe.

"You really can't bear it anymore." A smile appeared at the corners of his cracked mouth, and blood came out.

He raised his head, his pupils flickering.

Turns out, it wasn’t Harry Potter.

It's Ron.

This guy was also lying on the stairs like him.

It's like being dead.

"Hey, are you okay?" Draco climbed two more steps and came to Ron's side.

"If you are about to die, why not let me use your body?" He said weakly, "Helping me become the Emperor is also a way to make the best use of it."

"Get out!" Ron's extremely weak voice came.

Draco rolled over and lay on the stairs.

"Ah, those two guys have gone up." he said.

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Ron didn't reply, and Draco didn't know whether he had no strength left or simply didn't want to face this reality.

Maybe the latter.

Who knows?

"I have to apologize to you," Draco said suddenly.

"What?" Ron whispered, reaching out his hand, grabbing another step and pulling himself up.

"You're not trash," Draco said.

"Didn't you apologize?" Ron seemed to have some doubts in his words.

Draco was silent for a moment, then returned to the tone he used when talking to an idiot: "That's just pretending. Can't you tell the difference?"

Ron was silent again, and reached out his hand, trying to go up another level, but he didn't have the strength to pull himself up again.

"But today, I do want to apologize to you," he continued.

"it is good"

"It looks like your vocabulary is severely limited," Draco muttered.

"You too." Ron stopped trying to climb up.

His body began to twitch.

"Crying?" Draco laughed, glanced at him, and then continued to lie down.

"I carried that kind of pressure just now and crawled here under the gaze of everyone outside, but was surpassed by that guy. If it were me, I would feel bad too."

Ron still didn't answer him, and seemed to be in a very bad mood.

"Perhaps you can communicate with Neville. He understands this state of mind." Draco said with a chuckle.

"Shut up," said Ron.

The next moment, a ray of light appeared on him.

Some small wounds began to heal, and an unknown force gradually surged out from the limbs.

He looked down in surprise, only to see that annoying guy pointing his wand at himself.

"Go," Draco said.

"I've enjoyed enough cheers. I, Draco Malfoy, have been the focus of everyone's attention since I was born."

"Goddess of Luck, please don't let the pain in my body become easy."

Ron looked at Draco below in horror, his face full of confusion.

But he saw Draco tapping his wand on him again.

"This is my last bit of magic," he said.

"Go and show Harry Potter that a fool like you can reach the top before him."

Ron stared at Malfoy, then gradually stood up and climbed upwards.

"Thanks. This is really the only chance for a fool like me."

"Go ahead." Draco waved his hand and threw his wand away, not bothering to pick it up again.

"You owe me one," he said. "By the way, tell Harry to give me the Moon Card."

"Um"

After a moment, Ron disappeared.

Draco looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

"Really. It hurts."

“I can’t bear it anymore”

The next moment, he disappeared from the spot along with the magic wand not far away.

When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was the corridor on the third floor.

"Sure enough." Draco smiled bitterly, feeling the injuries on his body.

The previous feeling of being on the verge of death has mostly disappeared, but many of the wounds that were deep enough to see the bones are still on the body, and they have extremely deep cuts.

"During the mission, there will only be [punishment], and the warriors will not be eliminated."

He stood up easily, picked up his wand, and stretched his muscles, making a crackling sound, and several wounds were squeezed to bleed.

He really didn't want to climb anymore, and he couldn't climb anymore.

Might as well sell a favor.

Of course, that doesn't mean that what he said just now was all fake.

At least when he called Ron a fool, he meant it.

"You're out?" The stone beast looked at him, seeming very satisfied with Draco's embarrassment.

"I can't climb anymore." Draco said easily, "Besides, you don't tell the truth."

"I always tell the truth." The stone beast said, "In this world, you can do anything, and so can I.

If you want to get something out of me, I can choose to tell you only half of it. "

Draco looked at the person in front of him and seemed to think that such words were not spoken by the stone beast.

But professor.

"All right, Professor," he said deliberately.

The stone beast smiled and shook his head.

This gesture made Draco even more certain that this was the professor.

Unexpectedly, the stone beast smiled and said softly: "We are just a trace of his thoughts."

Draco fell silent.

The stone beast continued, "If you can enter the expo hall, you may be able to obtain the [World]."

After a moment, Draco shook his head.

"I can't beat him."

The stone beast smiled helplessly and said nothing more.

Draco looked at the silent stone beast, his expression gradually turning cold.

He thought about the conversation he had just had with Ron.

What would happen if my dad found out?

As he thought about it, the auditory hallucination that had just appeared in his ears involuntarily emerged in his mind.

"Draco, look at you, you're such an idiot."

"You don't deserve to be called Malfoy!"

He was lost in thought.

At the same time, footsteps were heard behind me.

“That Major Arcana appears here at the end.”

"There's someone there."

"It's from Hogwarts."

"Hey, Slytherin, the cards are on you, right?!"

Draco moved the tip of his tongue in his mouth and turned his head to look at the two men and one woman who appeared behind him.

They are all from Beauxbatons.

"I've decided." Draco said facing the three men.

Or maybe not speaking to them.

But talking to myself.

"My father is called Lucius Malfoy. But he is also known as Lucius II."

"Lucius is the name of the ancestor of the Malfoy family."

He clicked his tongue and shook his head: "I think it's a bit outdated."

"I hope that in the future, there will be a Draco II, III, or IV among my descendants. I will become the synonym of Malfoy."

"When anyone mentions this last name, they will only think of me first."

The three men frowned, inexplicably feeling that the atmosphere around them was beginning to become strange.

At the same time, Malfoy's robes began to twist and turned into tentacles.

"Enough!" A spell was fired towards his face.

The next moment, a robe tentacle suddenly appeared in front of Draco and turned into stone, directly blocking the spell.

Then, his robes gradually fell off, revealing an extremely arrogant smile.

"I am the power and the glory!"

The snake in robe suddenly attacked the few people.

"I'm a Slytherin!"

His body gradually rose higher and floated in the air, looking down at the three people.

"I'm - Malfoy!!"