Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 365 Tomb

During the holiday before Christmas, the whole school fell into a relaxed atmosphere.

Heavy snow fell, covering Beauxbatons' huge carriage like a big pumpkin, while Hagrid's hut not far away turned into a gingerbread house.

Ice had formed on the sides of Durmstrang's ship, left over from the time they had to spend cleaning the decks every day.

Compared with the two, the castle seemed warmer.

However, people from the two schools did not stay in the castle longer because of the change in weather.

Harry suspected that both schools' vehicles had large, welcoming lounges inside, like the Great Hall or the House Common Room.

And since that day, the day he successfully invited Hermione to be his dance partner, he rarely saw Gabrielle appear in Uncle Moon's office.

In the morning, after drinking a bowl of steaming pumpkin porridge, owls flew in from the door of the auditorium in a black mass, bringing snowflakes and snow water, and the whole auditorium looked like it was going to rain.

Harry raised his hand to cover his bowl, then noticed Hedwig who had stopped in front of him.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had looked after this old friend.

Hedwig seemed to think so too. She pecked Harry's hand unhappily until Harry put a piece of fried fish into her mouth. Then she seemed to feel better and stretched out the paw holding the letter.

"Someone actually wrote to you?"

"It's true that I've been lacking communication with the outside world recently." Harry nodded in agreement, even though Draco's words were meant to taunt him.

The letter was from Sirius. Harry opened it and saw familiar words. He read softly:

"Dear Harry.

It’s been a long time since we last met. I didn’t expect that Christmas is here in the blink of an eye.

I plan to go to Hogsmeade on the Saturday of the week before Christmas.

I was going to visit Regulus' grave, and it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't visited him for a long time.

Do you want to come? I think he would have loved to see you. You were there when he was buried.

If you want to come along, we'll meet at the Hog's Head on Saturday at noon.

Padfoot."

"Padfoot, that's a weird way to call yourself, isn't it?" Draco smiled.

At the same time, he withdrew his hand silently.

"Perhaps he is worried that the letter might be intercepted?" Harry put the letter away uncertainly.

"The Ministry seems to be interested in overturning the case for their brothers, but Riddle has not been caught and Peter is dead, so there is no way to start for the time being."

"Yeah." Draco nodded, scooped another spoonful of pumpkin porridge for himself, then sprinkled a thick layer of sugar on it and stirred it in.

Harry's eyelids twitched as he watched, and then he quietly put the canary biscuit that Draco had just placed in front of him onto his plate.

That's a new creation from Weasleys' Wunderwraps.

After a while.

Yellow feathers exploded around Harry.

A bloated and pale canary appeared, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time. It yelled angrily and it took a long time for it to return to normal.

Saturday soon arrived, and Harry and his group walked out of the school.

By the way, they also have to prepare Christmas gifts.

"Okay, I know, you want a cake from Madam Puddifoot's, right?" Draco waved at Astoria.

"I'll remember that."

It's noon at the Pig's Head Bar.

A black dog walked slowly in and saw the children at a glance.

He first came to the backyard and changed his shape again, wearing a black robe and a hood, covering himself.

"You are all here." Sirius became unkempt again. Perhaps the time he spent at home was like another kind of prison.

After all, Lupin also went to work.

He was alone, and the only person with him all day was the swearing house-elf.

Then he turned his attention to Draco.

"Come on now," said Sirius. "I've brought flowers, and honestly, Harry, could you put a Vivid Charm on them?

I've never been very good with fancy spells like that, it's something only James knows how to use when it comes to courting girls."

Harry smiled, looked at the somewhat wilted bouquet of flowers that Sirius took out, and waved his wand gently.

Then the group walked towards the hillside.

"I'm not a person who cares much about these things." Sirius hadn't spoken to anyone other than Lupin for a long time, and he soon started talking.

“During this time in the house, I must admit that I lost my sense of time.

It wasn't until Lupin brought back a small fir tree that I realized Christmas was approaching.

I just realized that maybe I should go and take a look.

My mother is noisy, but she did remind me to come see Regulus."

Harry nodded continuously, thinking that maybe he could take a day off at Christmas and see if he could go back to Godric's Hollow.

It's time to sweep the snow.

The tomb sweeping ceremony ended quickly and the snow piled up high as expected.

After a conversation facing the cemetery, Hermione stood on the top of the hill and looked out, and soon noticed a strange thing on the next hill.

"What's that?" said Hermione.

"Looks like another grave." Ron muttered, "I noticed it last time."

"How pitiful, no one clears the snow for him." Hermione said, walking towards the small hill over there.

"What a kind girl, aren't you?" Draco looked at Harry teasingly.

Harry wanted to smash his head in the snow.

No, in the ground.

Sirius decided to continue talking to Regulus here, and the group felt that it was not appropriate to stay here, so they walked towards Hermione and planned to return to the warm bar.

Maybe a visit to Hogsmeade? Oh, some people's Christmas presents are not ready yet.

Reaching the top of the hill, Harry waved.

"Hermione, we're going back, what about you?"

"Me?" Hermione turned around in confusion: "Um. Harry, Draco, maybe you should come and take a look at this."

"What weird thing?" Draco shook his body nonchalantly and walked towards the tombstone.

"Let me see what I need to personally—"

His eyes began to wander, looking at the words engraved on the tombstone.

"Here lies Aurelius Dumbledore, who faithfully wished to be buried near his father."

Draco looked surprised and said jokingly, "Oh, the last name is Dumbledore, that's quite strange, isn't it? The headmaster's illegitimate son? This is big news."

Then, his gaze continued downward.

"His lover, Nagini, also wishes to rest here with him."

"What?" Draco murmured, his face stiff, as if he felt he had seen it wrong.

Then, he gently stroked the line of words with his fingers.

Harry also stood there stiffly, frowning.

Draco turned his head. He was still squatting on the ground with a pale face.

"Do you think there is something wrong with my pronunciation?" he asked.

Harry shook his head stiffly.

"But." Draco's teeth trembled a little. "Didn't she go on a trip? Harry, in September, for a farewell party.

That night I even drank in front of Headmaster Dumbledore and was not scolded."

He couldn't stop mumbling, his words as fragmented as snowflakes.

"Draco." Harry raised his hand, trying to calm him down.

"And! This is a fucking trip? What? Death is a greater adventure, right?

You're just treating me like a three-year-old child!

I thought she. I."

As he said this, he walked downstairs, towards the Hog's Head Bar.

Seeing Draco's furious look, Ron was a little frightened and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with him?"

"He..." Harry felt like there was a stone stuck in his throat. He mumbled for a long time before saying, "He likes this sister named Nagini very much."

Then he quickly walked towards the Hog's Head Bar.

Surprisingly, Draco still maintained his composure.

Not like some idiot whose head is overwhelmed by rage.

He was currently sitting at the bar, talking in a low voice with the owner of the Pig's Head Bar.

Just from the hand holding the wand, you can tell that he is really not calm now.

"Yes, that's her, she's dead, understand!!" Aberforth slammed his fist on the bar, causing the wine glasses to fall to the ground with crackling sounds.

"They all know!" Draco said grimly. "I was the only one who was like a fool. I thought her journey must be very pleasant, otherwise why would she not bring back any news?"

"Isn't that right? She can't bring back any news, any!!" Aberforth's face gradually turned hot and red.

"Then tell me, why did she die?" Draco growled, "At least you have to give me a reason."

"Who do you think you are?" Aberforth retorted, "Don't flatter yourself. No one cares about you."

Draco clenched his hands tightly, as if he was going to break his wand.

Finally, he took a deep breath and suppressed all his anger.

"Listen, Mr Aberforth," he said.

"I know you may not want to talk about this. I'm sorry, too, for rubbing salt into your wounds.

I am indeed no one.

But I want to know an answer!

At least, at least, let me know the truth!"

Aberforth's expression gradually eased a little. He sighed and looked at Harry standing next to him.

Indeed, they all hid it from the two children.

Then he pulled out a bottle of tequila and poured a glass for Draco and another for himself.

I picked up the cup, leaned against the bar, and looked at the cloudy window glass.

After looking at it for a long while, he slowly spoke.

"Yes," he whispered, "she was actually dead at that time.

Everyone has different opinions on the cause of her death.

Nagini herself said that she wanted to die because she felt there was no meaning in her life.

Moon said that it was not Nagini who died, but a tragedy he created.

But in my opinion."

As he spoke, he sighed.

"This is the blood curse," he said at last, "a blood curse that even Moon and Dumbledore could not break."

Finally, he set his sights on Draco.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?" he asked, "She is a blood-cursed orc. This extremely dark magic created all of this.

Even if Dumbledore and Moon tried their best, they couldn't free her from the suffering of the blood curse."

"Blood curse." Draco muttered in disbelief.

Then, without paying attention, he fell to the ground.

"Is she a blood-cursed orc?" he asked again, as if he couldn't believe the answer.

"That's right," Aberforth said again.

Draco suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, as if his heart, lungs, and even all his other internal organs were empty, making his whole body begin to feel uncomfortable.

"Blood curse. Orcs." He murmured to himself in a low voice: "This curse. Even Dumbledore and Professor Jones can't remove it?"

"That's right, how many times do you want to ask?" Aberforth said impatiently.

The next moment, he saw the boy who had fallen to the ground staggering to his feet and running out of the bar and towards the castle.

Looking at Draco's back, Aberforth was silent for a moment before looking at Harry and the others.

"Reality is never so easy to accept, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Harry nodded helplessly, and his mind involuntarily recalled the scene of his first meeting with Nagini.

At that time, she was still a snake.

Suddenly he rushed out from the woods, giving himself a fright.

Meanwhile, the castle.

A black octopus scurried across the path.

If Draco was feeling confused just now, he now had a different feeling.

Blood-cursed orc.

He actually knew one.

Moreover, the two knew each other.

It was not until they reached the castle that his tentacles slowly retracted.

Walking quickly underground, he came to the Slytherin common room and soon found the figure.

"Astoria!" he said hurriedly.

"What's wrong?" Astoria turned around and was surprised to see Draco: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you go to Hogsmeade?"

"I" Draco paused.

In fact, he didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Malfoy, where is my cake?" Astoria asked with a smile.

"I forgot." Draco whispered, and then changed the subject: "How have you been recently?"

"What kind of weird question is that?" Astoria asked in confusion, "Very good."

"No, I'm talking about it." Draco said quickly: "Astoria, are you really a blood cursed orc?"

"Shhh..." Astoria covered Draco's mouth nervously: "Why do you suddenly ask this question? You know the answer."

"Okay." Draco nodded.

Somehow, he seemed to have seen the future, the girl's grave.

"I" Draco nodded: "Well, I'm fine, I just want to confirm this matter again."

"Okay." Astoria nodded. "I'm going to the library now. What about you?"

"I don't want to go anywhere. I want to rest." Draco said tiredly.

"Okay." Astoria turned around and waved briskly, "See you at dinner."

"See you in the Great Hall," Draco said.