Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 363 Christmas Party

In December, the temperature in Su Heights dropped another level.

When I come back from school and enter the warm castle, a thick layer of fog will form on my glasses.

Hagrid thought the coat was not warm enough, so he put on his own coat made of stitched skunk skins.

To this end, he sprayed the clothes with a very strong scent of perfume.

It makes the children in class miserable.

Harry and his friends had to work very hard to help him get rid of the ugly yet sweet smell on his clothes.

That's when they realized that Hagrid hadn't even removed his scent glands and had sewed the damn skunk skins into clothing.

I don't know how he can bear it.

Maybe we've become accustomed to being together for such a long time?

Harry thought perhaps that was the answer.

Because - Hagrid is doing this to his students right now.

While he was talking about normal magical creatures, he placed the blasting-tailed skrewts not far from the classroom.

It seems to be making the children familiar with the existence of this thing.

While Hagrid was talking about the Thestrals, the skrewts were killing each other, spitting acid.

The acid fell onto the corner of Lavender's clothes, burning a large hole that emitted a strong stench and could not be repaired by spells.

This makes many young wizards stay away from it.

Draco and Harry made bets on how long it would be before Hagrid would let them actually get their hands on the damn thing.

Draco said a month.

Harry thought about a month and a half.

Ron thought it would be after the second project was finished.

Hermione said that it was possible that their final exam would include relevant content.

Anyway, no one said Hagrid wouldn't let them come in contact with the skrewts.

They had little hope of that.

After Care of Magical Creatures, they were going to Potions.

The "good news" is that Professor Snape was very unhappy that Slytherin did not get the "Devil" card.

He thought it was a humiliation!

There is no longer the favoritism towards Slytherin as before.

Especially for Harry Potter.

He thought that Harry had taken so many cards but only gave up [Devil] on purpose.

Let "Devil Snape" be beaten by those guys from Durmstrang and take the Devil Card away by force.

simply.

"Playing smart again, aren't you?" Snape looked at Harry gloomily as he squeezed the juice out of the sage rhizome and put it into the crucible.

The book says to cut into small pieces.

"Do you think you can control and speed up the chemical reaction of the potion after it is released? I want to see -"

"Well, logically speaking, after the accelerated juice is separated out, the crucible should be stirred more quickly to allow the potion to be fully absorbed."

As Harry explained, he quickly turned the crucible three times to the left and three times to the right.

The book says to rotate five times to the left.

Soon, the liquid medicine in the crucible turned into the light purple color described in the book.

The same.

Snape's brows were furrowed, and he looked even more unhappy. He raised the corner of his mouth: "I want to see how long your cleverness can last!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, where there was a small burn scar, as if to indicate that he used to like this, but had suffered an accident.

But Harry didn't get the point.

He knew he was just imitating the Half-Blood Prince.

This unknown gentleman holds a special place in his heart, and he has a humble learning attitude towards him.

He firmly believes that only in this way can he keep making progress.

It was the second Thursday of December, during Transfiguration class.

"Potter! Draco! Can you please be quiet for a moment?"

All the young wizards' eyes were focused on where Harry and Draco were sitting.

The content of this class is to turn a guinea fowl into a guinea pig.

At this point, what was on Harry's desk could no longer be called a living thing.

It was a strange-looking creature with chicken wings, but Harry tried hard to make it into a mammal.

A flying squirrel?

maybe.

Draco, on his part, was moving the poor chicken left and right, seemingly with ease.

But the two of them really didn't focus on the class.

Just when Professor McGonagall was about to say something—Bang! !

On Simo's side, black smoke rose.

"Finnigan!!" Professor McGonagall whispered.

After a while.

“That’s all for today’s class.

Finnigan, I will ask the kitchen to pay more attention and bring this poor guinea fowl that you fried to death to your table." Professor McGonagall helplessly carried a charred dead chicken, the chicken's feathers still emitting black smoke and burnt stench.

"Sorry, Professor." Seamus touched his head awkwardly.

And on the blackboard behind Professor McGonagall, there were homework assignments.

"Please give an example of how Transfiguration should be adjusted when performing cross-species transformation."

Hermione copied the homework into her notebook cautiously, while Draco had a sad look on his face.

His current level of Transfiguration is basically the result of his own study and practice.

theory?

That's not something I understand at all.

What's more, Professor McGonagall's assignments all required long passages, and he felt that it would be difficult for him to write such a long passage even if he wanted to.

"Harry, please come up for a moment." Professor McGonagall said, "There is still an hour before the get out of class ends. I know what you are thinking, but I am sorry that the get out of class will not end early today."

Harry walked up puzzled.

"Stand firm first." McGonagall held Harry's shoulders and waved her wand.

The next moment, the floor began to shake.

Such a scene inevitably reminded the young wizards of what Professor Moon often did, which was to let the young wizards practice spells in pairs.

After a while, the Transfiguration classroom became larger.

At the same time, a huge gramophone appeared. The copper-colored trumpet flower was extremely large, almost as tall as a person.

"Harry, could you trouble me to fix this?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Moon said you can tinker with this big thing."

"Okay." Harry nodded and walked towards the huge phonograph.

Professor McGonagall turned around and began to direct the boys and girls to separate and sit on the left and right sides of the classroom.

"What are you doing?" Ron looked confused.

Draco smiled and pursed his lips and said, "Weasley, you should sit opposite."

"what?"

"That's right." Draco nodded: "Because you will wear a skirt then!"

At the same time, Professor McGonagall also stood in the middle.

"There has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament. That is the Christmas Ball. This is a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests. I hope you all have a wonderful memory here.

This will not violate the original purpose of the Three Strongest Tournament and the exchanges among the three schools.

The dance is open to seniors only—but you can invite a junior if you like."

Lavender Brown gave a shrill giggle, and beside her, Parvati nudged her, but suppressed a laugh of her own.

Then, the two turned their attention to Harry.

Harry has tuned up the large phonograph so he can listen to relaxing music anytime.

"When the time comes, you will have to put on your formal robes. I believe you should all be ready. Of course, there is still time to prepare now.

The ball will be held in the Great Hall at 8pm on Christmas evening and will end at 12pm, which is also a rare time when Hogwarts postpones the curfew."

Professor McGonagall looked at the students, watching them smile at each other in disapproval or playfully.

"I don't want you all to be yelling baboons at the dance!

It would be very sad if anyone brought shame upon their school or college in some way, and that is why we are having this class now!"

As she spoke, she motioned for Harry to start playing music.

Then, the melodious tune spread throughout the classroom.

Professor McGonagall spent the remaining half of the class teaching them simple ceremonial dance steps.

after class,

Ron's face was equally miserable: "I can't dance at all, I..."

He thought of his robe. Oh my God, it would be horrible if he had to go out wearing that thing.

"I can lend you a suit," Harry said. "I have extra formal clothes anyway."

"Thank God, Harry." Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "If I had really gone up there wearing that thing, Fred and George would have talked about it until they died."

Harry nodded, his face looking a little ugly, as if his internal organs were twitching.

He didn't expect the Warriors to perform the opening dance under everyone's attention.

He has never done anything like this before.

It is

He could accept that everyone was watching him and Kree duel, with spells flying and blood splattering, the dragon roaring in the sky, and himself covered in the miserable color left by the flames.

At that time, fists would hit the face, causing the facial expression to be distorted and saliva and blood to come out of the mouth.

Not elegant, not handsome.

But - that's definitely better than everyone watching you dance.

Especially since he now has to find a dance partner.

There were hardly any students leaving school this year, it was a grand event and everyone chose to stay in school.

As he spoke, groups of girls walked past him. They looked at the boys in front of them, the "fourth grade warriors" who had shined in the first event.

"How are we going to catch them alone and ask the damn question?" Ron asked.

Neville also felt distressed: "Tsk, why do girls like to walk together and go to the bathroom together?"

As they spoke, they both turned their gaze to Draco.

"How would I know?" Draco glanced at them with disgust. "I'm not going to the bathroom with them."

As he spoke, he looked at Harry strangely.

He had no idea what Harry was worried about.

Are you playing dumb?

Or are you just deceiving yourself and subjectively not thinking about that person?

"Harry, don't worry, someone will come to find you." Ron also noticed the expression on Harry's face and comforted him.

In fact, what Ron said was confirmed over the weekend.

A third-year girl came up to Harry as he was walking in the corridor.

She stretched her fingers in front of her body and asked Harry nervously, wanting to invite him to the dance.

Harry had never even spoken a word to this girl before.

He refused without even thinking about it.

Time passed slowly, and he had to force himself to focus his attention elsewhere.

For example, carving a rune on one's own bones.

This was his first real attempt to get to the bottom of things.

He decided to use the death spell left to him by Uncle Muen.

If successful, he will gain a killer weapon.

The anchor point is chosen on your own finger.

At that time, he will possess the real [Finger of Death].

After completing this project, he planned to have surgery on his eyes.

Before every battle, I have to add a sticking spell to my glasses and a defog spell to the lenses, which is really not convenient.

Slytherin, dormitory, in a box next to the bed.

He focused his eyes on his left index finger, which was connected to the life-support tube. His fingers and palm were covered with runes.

Then, he slowly peeled the skin on his fingers like a banana.

His fingers are connected to his heart, and those extremely sensitive nerves in his fingers began to transmit tsunami-like pain to his brain continuously.

This was a severe pain that had not occurred when he had engraved the flying rune on his back before.

He took a deep breath, held his breath, and began to try to carve the rune.

After a moment, black began to spread on the bone of his index finger.

"Damn it!"

He stood up suddenly and adjusted the input of life-sustaining potion. The wizard's hand turned into a thread, tightly wrapped around the base of the fingers to prevent the death energy from being contaminated by blood or other things and spreading out.

At the same time, the wound was sutured quickly.

After a while, a dry finger appeared on his left hand. This finger was like a mummy. As the muscles lost water and shrank, it involuntarily twisted into the shape of a chicken claw.

However, he was not lost.

The reason why I chose fingers is because—I have ten fingers, right?

There's nothing to regret.

Thinking of this, he staggered and climbed out of the box.

I happened to meet Draco in the lounge.

Draco was sitting opposite Astoria at this time, and whispered: "Astoria, I wonder if I can invite you to participate in the Hogwarts dance?"

Astoria was stunned for a moment, then she smoothed her golden hair.

"Of course." She nodded happily.

After a moment, the two walked out of the lounge.

"I thought you were going to invite Fleur," said Harry.

Draco was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I did think so at first. After all, I think there are not many people in this school who can resist her charm."

As he spoke, he seemed to have seen the scene of Ron inviting Fleur.

Makes me laugh when I think about it.

"What about you? Who are you going to invite?" Draco asked.

"I do not know."

As he was talking, a fifth-year Slytherin girl came over and spoke openly.

"Potter, may I invite you to the ball?"

Harry opened his mouth, then shook his head and smiled, "Sorry, I already have a partner."

"Oh." A flash of disappointment appeared on the girl's face, and she nodded: "It seems that I am late. I wish you a happy Christmas dance."

"You, too." Harry nodded.

Afterwards, several people passed each other.

"Kelly is really nice, she's open and polite." Draco whispered.

He knew that what Harry had just said was just a response.