Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 372 Sports Meet and Dreams

The next day, early Saturday morning.

The dim sky is bluish purple, and the twinkling stars and the morning light in the distance may only shine together for ten minutes, making the beautiful winter morning so rare.

Outside the castle, on the meadow.

"So, have you resolved your problem?" Hermione couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Maybe it's solved." Harry said, "Personal ideas are not always in line with established facts. Sometimes taking a step back may be the best solution."

"Huh~" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "To be honest, I was really worried about you and the professor..."

"What?" Harry looked at Hermione with interest.

"Some violent means will be used, and there will be some results that no one wants to see."

"Like?" Harry asked with a smile.

"For example, only one of you or Professor Snape can survive." Hermione said bluntly: "You always like to use violence to solve problems. My idea is indeed possible, right?"

"No." Harry smiled, "Everyone knows that I am a gentle and easy-going person."

Hermione also laughed. At least such an inappropriate joke showed that the other party was in a good mood.

Draco ran past the two of them with a helpless expression.

It seems like he is disappointed in someone.

He slowly stopped, pretending to be out of breath, and asked, "So it's about you and Professor Snape? I thought he really cared about the people in the college last night.

But if you think about it carefully, he will only pay attention for a moment when something in the academy is related to someone."

After mumbling a bunch of words, he turned and asked, "What's going on?"

"He's the one who reported the prophecy to Voldemort," Harry said simply.

When Draco heard this, his mind raced and he understood what was going on.

"Oh, so, he is also..."

"It's over." Harry said lightly. To be honest, he was a little angry last night because Snape didn't confront him head-on.

But now that I've calmed down, I feel that beating up the professor was a pretty good experience.

"Professor Jones gave me a book for Christmas." Draco thought he should change the subject.

He is very successful.

Harry looked at him slowly and slightly stiffly: "He gave you a Christmas present?"

You know, Harry himself doesn't have any.

"Yes." Draco nodded. "A book about the Muggle Industrial Revolution."

"Oh, that's good," said Harry. "What else?"

"Um, no more." Draco said, "It's a good book, but I don't understand what the professor means."

"A history book." Harry nodded: "Maybe you should take a look, although I don't understand what Uncle Muen means."

"Perhaps he's thinking that you understand the origins of modern Muggle technology?" said Hermione.

Harry thought it was unlikely. Uncle Moon was too lazy to do such popular science work.

The morning exercise ended quickly, and the group gathered at the dining table, enjoying breakfast while discussing the second project.

"Sports meet," Draco said. "I find it hard to imagine us doing the same as Muggles. Swimming? Track and field? Or something else?"

"If that's the case, then it's not so bad." Ron said as he stuffed bread into his mouth. "We run every day anyway."

"Just felt stupid." Draco's spoon was stirring a bowl of mushroom soup.

Harry wiped his mouth and then said, "The Olympic Games originated from ancient Greece and were named after the venue in Olympia.

The ancient Olympic Games had a variety of events. In addition to the running events we are familiar with today, there were also gladiatorial combat, wrestling, chariot racing and other events. "

Draco frowned and looked at Harry seriously.

"Are you memorizing Miss Granger?"

"."

Harry wanted to slap him.

"Anyway, if Professor Jones says the word 'sports meeting', I can't help but think of ancient Greece, and I think this idea is reasonable."

"Maybe." Draco nodded.

Neville asked uncertainly, "But if we continue to use the same content as the Muggles, then what is the meaning of magic?

If it's all magic, then it feels like something is missing. Something else?"

"A display of wit?" said Harry.

"That's right!" Neville nodded: "Harry, I know you understand what I want to say."

Harry smiled and then explained, "I don't know either, but we have Tarot identities, right? It must be useful. It won't be a simple competition.

In the ancient Olympic Games, there were also various literary and artistic competitions, such as poetry, drama, and art, which also promoted cultural exchanges between various city-states. "

"It looks like a big project." Ron shrank his neck. He was a little scared. He knew very well that his qualification for promotion was given as a gift.

"You have the ability to advance." Neville comforted him.

"Maybe," said Ron.

After breakfast, Harry said goodbye to everyone and returned to his box.

The spell flowed through his fingertips, and after more than ten days of recovery, his left hand finally returned to normal yesterday.

This was originally a preparation for the battle with Snape, but unfortunately it was not used.

Two days later.

The first class in the morning was Charms. Today's class was very simple - that's what Harry thought.

At least even though his hands had turned into black, mummified-looking chicken claws, he was still able to cope with the situation simply.

"Potter, I really suggest you go to the infirmary," said Professor Flitwick.

"It's okay, Professor." Harry quickly defended himself: "It was just a little accident."

As he spoke, his sleeves turned into bandages and wrapped the wand around the inside of his wrist.

Just like a hidden blade.

It is easy to enter the infirmary, but difficult to leave.

Today's lesson is the opposite spell of the Flying Spell.

Banishing spell.

Professor Flitwick hesitated for a long time between the sponge and the iron block, but finally recognized Seamus's ability and asked him to only use the sponge to practice spells.

The sponge is really susceptible to banishing spells because it's so light.

But after it explodes, it won't hurt anyone.

"I think he made the right decision," Draco snickered.

"I think so," Harry whispered back.

He felt that there was a real possibility that Seamus could blow up the piece of iron.

By then, the whole classroom will be littered with corpses.

As he was speaking - bang, a piece of sponge stuck to Harry's face.

"Mr. Finnigan." Professor Flitwick's face turned almost purple.

The next moment, Ron accidentally expelled an extremely valuable object - Professor Flitwick himself.

The whole classroom suddenly became messy.

Harry and Draco took advantage of this opportunity to play a little experiment.

"You banish me," Draco said. "See if this can be an offensive spell."

The next moment, Draco flew out.

But he quickly resolved it with the slow falling spell.

"It feels so-so." He then used Transfiguration to conjure up a knife: "Then let me try this."

Then he cast a banishing spell on the knife, and it flew towards Harry.

Harry quickly turned his robe into a shield in front of himself, but was still pierced.

"This works." Draco said excitedly, "If I also reserve a blasting spell on it..."

"Let me try to evict your organs." Harry also said excitedly: "Let's see if I can evict your heart directly from your chest cavity, so that I can kill you directly."

"Good idea!" Draco nodded.

"You two, that's enough!" Hermione shouted, "You can't learn spells with the idea of ​​killing someone."

Draco whistled guiltily and left.

Harry shook his head firmly: "Hermione, I never thought of it that way."

"Oh, who is secretly thinking in the notebook, whether it is possible to define certain creatures as 'garbage' and then erase them with a cleaning spell?"

"That's impossible, Hermione." Harry said seriously, "Living things cannot be defined as garbage. Cleansing spells cannot work on them, but they can be used to clean the body, that is, to sweep away the dirt on the body."

Hermione's eyebrows were twisted into a vertical position: "You really studied it?!"

Harry also whistled off.

Inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

A soft tune played slowly in the office. Sindel sat in a corner of the office, reading Grimm's Fairy Tales with great interest.

In the center of the office, Moon held a copy of The Quibbler in his hand, and opposite him, Scrimgeour and Rita Skeeter sat upright.

This scene is really weird. The Quibbler claims to be a dissenter magazine, but in fact it is an anti-intellectual joke magazine.

In the name of singing a different tune, make serious remarks that may make people laugh and cheer them up.

For example, there was a previous article that said Sirius had never actually been to prison and his real identity was the lead singer of a Muggle rock band.

Moon had seen that the magazine's editor-in-chief, Lovegood, said Sirius was the lead singer of Led Zeppelin.

Because of this joke, Moon gave Sirius a Led Zeppelin LP this Christmas.

Of course, Mu En is not treating this magazine as a joke now.

The main story of this issue is simple.

“The same dream has occurred in various parts of the UK. According to the reporter’s investigation, it was found that everyone was dreaming about an island.

The island in the dream has dilapidated ancient Greek-style buildings. In the center of the island is a huge oak tree like a world tree.

The editor believes that this may be Atlantis. It is reported that Atlantis was first known in Plato's book "The Republic".

Perhaps Atlantis was never in the real ocean, but in the ocean of dreams. Now, it has surfaced. "

Mu En slowly closed the magazine and then looked at the two people sitting in front of him.

"So what do you mean by coming here?"

"This is true." Rita said quickly: "Mr. Jones, what is recorded here should be true. The editorial department of the Daily Prophet has received many letters about this matter before.

But at the time I thought it was just a group prank, and we already had enough to report because of the Triwizard Tournament.

So I didn’t take the letters to heart until.”

"Until what?" Mu En raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Rita bit her lip. "Until... I had the same dream myself."

Mu En was silent for a moment. To be honest, he knew where this dream was pointing to.

"Avalon." Moon said softly.

"what?"

"The destination of the dream is Avalon, the legendary land of the dead." Mu En thought of the woman he had met in Avalon before.

The nymphs of ancient Greece, the Lady of the Lake in Celtic culture, guard the last being of Avalon.

Vivian!

"That is indeed Atlantis," said Moon.

Rita Skeeter's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Jones, does dreaming about this thing have any special meaning?"

"No." Mu En shook his head: "At least I don't know."

When Rita heard Mu En's words, she became worried for no reason.

"Am I going to die?" she said fearfully.

It seems to be a very normal thing for a dying person to see the afterlife as a premonition.

"Probably not." Mu En shook his head: "People who are about to die don't have so many signs."

"really?"

"Yes." Mu En nodded: "I think there should be other meanings behind this."

"Okay." Skeeter nodded, but still a little reluctant: "Um, Mr. Jones, what would Professor Dumbledore say about this?"

Obviously, she felt that Mu En's answer was not enough to make her feel relieved.

"I'll ask." Mu En stood up: "You go back first."

A moment later, Rita said goodbye to Hogwarts.

Then Moon turned his attention to Scrimgeour.

"Rufus, what about you?" Mu En looked at him and said, "I have a class later. If you are here to chat, I'm sorry I can't keep you company."

"No." Scrimgeour shook his head. "I found some literature."

"What document?" Mu En said, "It can't be related to the dream you just talked about."

"That's right!" Scrimgeour nodded. "In fact, this incident happened decades ago and had a far-reaching impact."

"It seems to be a big deal?" Moon was waiting for Scrimgeour's story with great interest.

"A big one," he said. "It was the catalyst for Gellert Grindelwald's downfall."

As he spoke, he began to tell the story.

"I don't know if you know, Mr. Jones, but Grindelwald is a politician and has many fans all over Europe."

"That's right." Mu En nodded: "In the beginning, he was not a dark lord, nor was he a villain in the history of the story."

"That's right." Scrimgeour nodded. "At that time, although the Witch Party was very powerful and its radical ideas were not liked by many people, at least one professor would not oppose it."

"You mean Dumbledore?" Moon frowned.

Scrimgeour nodded: "And Mr. Dumbledore at the time was just an ordinary Transfiguration professor.

But there is no reason or logic. He is recognized by everyone, including the media, various anti-witch political parties, and the public, as the only one who can fight against Grindelwald. "

"This is what you are talking about!" Mu En nodded in understanding. He still remembered that Grindelwald had told him about this.

Grindelwald speculated that there was a mastermind behind the scenes pushing him to stand against Dumbledore.

The mastermind made everyone believe for no reason that a Transfiguration teacher in a school was the only one who could bring down Grindelwald.

This led to the confrontation between the two of them.

Otherwise, Grindelwald believed, Dumbledore would not have become his enemy so early.

"The dream back then was to make everyone dream of Dumbledore defeating Grindelwald?" Moon En expressed his speculation.

Scrimgeour paused, then nodded.

"To be precise, the content of the dream was the confrontation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald."