Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 366: Por Una Cabeza

On the first night of Christmas, the snow was extremely heavy.

Almost buried the entire Shrieking Shack.

Without someone to clean the shack, Muen was too lazy to clean up the pile of snow that had been piled up, and with the heavy snow, the entire Screaming Shack was almost buried.

"Lucifer, snow! Roast some snow!" Mu En shouted lazily.

"There are many gift boxes outside." Lucifer came out of the fire with sleepy eyes. After saying this, he went back again, stirring up the gray ashes.

"Oh, yes." Mu En finally reacted.

Then he had no choice but to push the door open a little, and his body gradually began to move.

He cannot take on a vaporous form.

But it will hydrate the body.

After a while, he reappeared outside the door.

Sweep the snow and move all the gifts in.

Looking at the pile of gifts in the corner of the living room, which was already as tall as him, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

Most of them are probably gifts from students.

Then there should also be some cat-loving people in the Ministry of Magic and colleagues in school.

Clicking his tongue helplessly, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the kitchen.

A series of ping-pong sounds came from the kitchen, and soon a strange minotaur came out.

It was transformed from a cut of beef, a sirloin that was in the freezer.

"Unpack everything and put it in different categories, and then make a list of the corresponding gift givers."

"Moo~"

The old cow cried out and started working.

Mu En turned around and left Moonlight Castle.

A moment later, he arrived at Moonlight Castle.

After having breakfast at school and saying hello to a group of excited students, he returned to the office and chatted with Sindel until after nine in the morning, then he got up again.

Came to an empty classroom on the fourth floor.

I also heard the melodious music coming from the classroom.

He gently pushed the door open and looked at the young students inside, who were playing music quietly. He did not make a sound, but just listened quietly.

Until the song is over.

"Good, boys." He clapped his hands.

The children in the classroom only then realized that the professor had arrived and greeted him one after another.

"It looks like you are well prepared." Mu En said with a smile.

"Of course." The pianist smiled and tapped his chest with his thumb. "We managed to snatch this job from the weird sisters."

"Facts have proved that our [Running Cat Band] is no worse than the Weird Sisters." Mu En clapped his hands.

“Your performance is absolutely classic and will surely open everyone’s eyes today.”

In fact, Dumbledore did consider the Weird Sisters at the beginning. To be honest, there are not many such entertainment stars in the wizarding world. A ghost dance troupe, a Weird Sisters rock band, and a wizard choir.

Considering the restless nature of the young wizards, Hogwarts had always been one of the best partners for the Weird Sisters before Moon came.

But now, Dumbledore, including Moon, obviously also wants to give these children more opportunities to show themselves - in non-magical fields.

So after some discussions with the students, the "Running Cat Band" came into being.

Tonight's party will also be their first appearance.

This is why, early in the morning, when everyone was immersed in the wonderful time of opening presents, there were a few students who appeared in this classroom.

"Professor, can we practice another piece?" asked the violinist.

"What do you mean?"

"all?"

"Of course." Mu En nodded: "That's why I'm here, friends."

At noon, in the auditorium.

Harry and a few friends gathered together again.

"You look happy?" Harry looked at Hermione with a frown. The expressions on their faces were completely different.

"Yes." Hermione nodded repeatedly.

"After consulting Professor Lupin and sharing his experience, I have now solved the biggest problem of our House-Elf Rights Promotion Association."

"Like?" Draco asked excitedly.

"For example, our promotion association has been cancelled." Hermione said, "Don't worry, you won't have to worry about this matter anymore."

Hearing this, Ron and Neville were both surprised, and then they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed - this thing is really torturous.

Its cancellation is great news.

“I convinced Professor Dumbledore that with the funds we had before, it was those few Sickles.

I convinced the professor to use the money to give each of the house-elves a pair of sleeves as a Christmas present."

"You gave them something?" Draco said in disbelief, "This is more painful than killing them."

"That's right." Hermione nodded in understanding. She already knew that giving clothes to house-elfs would be considered as expulsion.

"So, I deliberately asked Professor Dumbledore to give them sleeves, a piece of clothing for work. And in the name of Christmas gifts, I forced them to accept it."

Ron frowned and said, "I don't understand. What's the point of this? Will it make them work more efficiently?"

"No, of course not." Hermione shook her head seriously: "I want to change their minds, um, subtly." Hermione said.

"This will be a long job, and I really don't need to bother you any more.

As long as their minds change, they will fight for justice themselves. It is just a matter of time."

"Oh." Draco nodded in amazement. "You see it very clearly. Who gave you this experience? Only Professor Lupin?"

"Um, Professor Jones." Hermione said: "The main idea was told to me by Professor Jones.

But that was something I only understood after several communications with Professor Lupin.

You know, Jones taught him.

I'm not saying this is bad, but he always likes to say violent words and mix other things in between. Then, let us understand the truth or logic he wants to express. "

"That's true." Draco nodded in agreement.

After Hermione finished her happy story, she turned to look at Harry.

"What about you?" She was a little confused: "You don't look so happy."

"Really?" Harry quietly retracted his left hand.

By now, due to the repeated failures of the Finger of Death, his entire left hand had turned into a chicken claw.

This includes the palms, which have become dry and cracked. If you only look at his hands, you might think he is a mummy.

Looking at his whole body, one would think he is a zombie pretending to be a human.

To be honest, he felt like his zombie-like hand was going to ruin the Christmas ball.

He'd spent the whole morning trying to get those damned knuckles to move naturally.

"No, nothing's wrong." Harry smiled naturally.

"It's nothing, really. He's just worried about the mountains of sweet-as-honey-and-milk Christmas presents that the girls in his dormitory sent him." Draco said with a wicked grin.

"Honestly, if it were me, I would also be troubled. It would be hard to tell whether it is Christmas or Valentine's Day—"

Harry snapped his fingers, and Draco's mouth twisted shut.

He could only say helplessly: "You'd better shut up."

After lunch, he had to reject Ron and his friends' invitation to play snowball and went to Mu En's office to seek help.

He didn't want tonight's dance to be ruined by this chicken claw.

Hermione planned to go to the kitchen to find out the house-elves' reactions after receiving the cuffs.

She no longer expected these guys to accept it.

She felt that if she could find a quarter of the elves here and put the sleeves on her hands, it would be a success.

In the afternoon, after solving the problem with his hand, Harry came to Hogwarts and joined the snowball fight.

After six o'clock in the evening, Snowball could no longer be seen, so they had to return to the castle and begin preparing for the banquet.

Harry also got a formal suit for Ron.

Slytherin common room, in the boys' dormitory.

Draco ceremoniously fixed his sideburns and rubbed his hair with hair clay.

He always wanted to keep every hair neat and tidy, like a soldier in the army, sticking to his scalp and not letting them stick up at all.

Harry had to remind her: "Do you know that this will make you bald early?"

"Will it?" Draco suddenly raised his head, with a lot of hair mud on his hands.

"Yes, I will." Harry said, "I have been strictly trained in the selection of toiletries to ensure that I will not use inferior products that will damage my hair!"

Draco thought about Moon's beautiful and smooth hair, and suddenly felt that he should believe what Harry said.

To be precise, it is to believe in Muen, who is behind Harry, and his professionalism in the field of hair.

Harry grabbed a little bit of hair clay to ensure that his hair wouldn't be too flat.

Instead, he prefers his hair to be dry and fluffy.

"You still have a lot to learn." He tucked his tie into his waist and put on a ruby ​​tie clip.

"Tie? How tacky! Guess who's dressed the same as you today? Percy Weasley following behind the Ministry officials!" Draco sneered and adjusted his bow tie.

In fact, the family prepared a set of velvet robes for him, but he chose the same... well, how should I put it? Muggle clothes?!

Anyway, he thought this one would be better.

Of course, he also has his own opinions on such Muggle attire.

Harry couldn't help saying, "You are too fancy, my friend."

"You are too rigid." Draco also smiled.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, and then had to plead with a little embarrassment: "Um, Draco, could you help me tie my bow tie?"

"Um. Harry, how do I put on this brace? Help me, please."

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After seven o'clock, the group left the lounge and headed upstairs.

The foyer was packed with students milling about, waiting for eight o'clock, when the doors to the auditorium would open.

Some people wanted to meet dance partners from other colleges, so they leaned sideways in the crowd, looking for each other among the colorful robes.

Ron brought Parvati down from upstairs. To be honest, after Ron tidied himself up, he was still quite handsome. Parvati and her sister were called the most beautiful sisters in the fourth grade by many people.

They really are a perfect match.

It would have been better if Ron hadn't shrunk his neck and his face hadn't turned red and hot.

Of course, Harry wasn't paying attention to that.

"Where's Hermione?" he asked.

Parvati took Ron's arm and covered her mouth with her free hand, laughing softly. "You're really impatient, Harry."

"No way." Harry said awkwardly, "So she is."

"She's still upstairs," Parvati said, "She's trying to make some small adjustments. Well, to be honest, you look so handsome today that it's worth it for me to make changes to Hermione, my sister."

"Thank you." Harry nodded and then looked up the stairs.

After a moment, a figure appeared.

He watched nervously.

Then Luna and Neville came down.

"All right."

He waved to Neville somewhat disappointedly and decided to stand aside first, rather than blocking the way here.

"Time is almost up," Draco said as he brought Astoria to Harry's side.

"No hurry." Harry leaned against the porch post.

"That's right." Draco nodded: "Anyway, the door to the Great Hall hasn't been opened yet--"

Suddenly, his words paused and he looked behind Harry in disbelief.

Harry turned his head as well.

Then, he opened his mouth in surprise.

Not only him, many Hogwarts students around him, and even students from the other two schools were stunned.

They even wondered in their hearts: Who is this woman? Why did they have no impression of her before?

I saw a girl in a light purple-blue dress walking down slowly. Her soft and shiny brown hair was tied behind her head in an elegant bun.

Similarly, she seemed to have a completely different aura from before, no longer the aura of being buried in books as before, but elegant and beautiful? Harry could only think of this word.

The pair of front teeth that used to be a bit protruding have become smaller, making her smile brighter and more beautiful.

There is no doubt that Hermione instantly became the focus.

"Who is her dance partner?" someone asked.

"I don't know." A boy shook his head blankly: "I don't even know who she is."

Harry walked past Draco and slowly made his way towards the stairs.

He gave a faint smile and then slowly raised his hand.

Then, the other hand naturally rested on his palm.

Suddenly, the two of them became the focus of the crowd, the focus of everyone's attention.

Hermione leaned gently against Harry's side, her face suddenly turning red.

"Sorry," she said quietly, with a smile, "You know, it takes a lot of work to get it to the right size."

"Perfect." Harry said softly, and then quickly added: "Of course, you were also like the moon before - the only time it is not perfect is when it does not appear in the night sky.

The rest of the time, it’s beautiful.

Like a crescent moon.

The full moon, too. "