Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

The memory of the whole London was erased by that rain, but the shadow of death did not disappear, but was transferred to Hogwarts.

The whole school was in a state of low pressure.

Durmstrang's black ship left on the third day. In Draco's words, they were like a lost dog, escaping back to their own kennel.

The Beauxbatons carriage was still there, and although they hadn't said anything, everyone had already sensed that they might wait until the funeral was over before leaving.

Professor Trelawney was drunk on her sherry one night and started yelling in class that she had predicted it a long time ago, during the first duelling tournament.

She said she made a prediction at the time: "Moon Jones will die in his own tournament."

Her words made several students smash their crystal balls to the ground on the spot, and at the same time, they cursed her with the most vicious words and reported her directly to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also had to seriously warn Trelawney that if she couldn't control herself, she should at least remain silent.

In fact, some students angrily expressed that a warning was too light and she should be kicked out of the school.

At worst, I can just not take this stupid divination class.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was suspended, and there were rumors that Snape had tried to ask Dumbledore for the position of professor of this course, but Dumbledore refused.

Four days after the London Incident.

Noon, auditorium.

Fleur came to the Slytherin table. Her face was very pale and she looked listless, but she still attracted many glances from people around her.

However, she ignored the looks and came over to a man who was stabbing a sausage with a fork in annoyance.

"Excuse me, Mr Malfoy, have you seen Harry?" Fleur asked.

"No." Draco shook his head. "No one knows where he is. He hasn't even attended class."

"He's left Hogwarts?" asked Fleur.

"No." Draco answered casually, "If it's okay, then just leave it as it is."

"I'm sorry," Fleur said, not really knowing why she was apologizing, but she reached out and placed a small sculpture on the Slytherin table.

"This is a gift from my sister. It was originally intended to celebrate his victory. But no matter what, maybe this can be a comfort to him."

On the table is a small wooden sculpture of a kitten, slightly thicker than a thumb. The craftsmanship is crude but also very attentive.

"If I meet him, I will pass this to him." Draco nodded and put the things away.

Meet him. When can I meet him?

Draco didn't know either. The only thing he was sure of was that Harry didn't leave the school, but that was all.

If you want to find him, you can only wait until he is willing to come out.

Maybe it will be the day the funeral begins.

The funeral was on the seventh day.

The weather is very good. It is March now. The sun is getting warmer and the sky is getting brighter day by day, full of blue sky and white clouds.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle came to the Great Hall together.

There are no classes today, and all the students are here.

"My mother said that the board of directors is looking for an opportunity to put pressure on Dumbledore." Crabbe muttered softly.

"We will probably have a holiday during Easter, and when the holiday is over, maybe not everyone will come to school."

"My father said the same thing. He said the situation is a bit volatile right now, so we'll talk about it after we get back."

The two finished their discussion and looked at Draco again.

"Draco, what about you?"

Logically speaking, Draco would be the first one among them to get the news.

"I don't know." Draco shook his head: "Let's wait and see."

How could he know what to do in the future? In the past, if he didn't understand something, he would just ask. But now... now he doesn't know.

Maybe I don't have the talent of a leader? He thought to himself.

The next moment, his thoughts were interrupted by a figure standing at the door of the auditorium, looking up and talking to Peeves.

"What do you mean she's missing?" Harry asked seriously.

"You're just gone. Damn it! I've been wanting to find you for a long time, but you played missing too." Peeves said angrily, which was rare for him.

"My sister and I have the same attribute. We cannot leave Hogwarts. If we leave, we will die!"

Harry frowned and looked at Peeves, surprised at his concern for Miss Sindel, and nodded solemnly.

"I'll help you find her, but later. Maybe. Maybe she'll come out today."

"Like you?" Peeves looked at Harry.

Harry nodded, smiling helplessly.

After finishing his conversation with Peeves, he turned and looked at Draco.

The two of them just nodded, without saying much, and walked in together.

Draco also handed the small wooden sculpture to Harry.

Harry looked at it, put it in his pocket, and smiled.

Soon, they met Hermione, Ron and Neville in the hall.

"Harry!" Hermione looked anxiously and angrily at the man who had disappeared for a whole week.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked.

She hadn't had a good night's sleep this week. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the scene of Harry foolishly running out to find Voldemort and dying outside the school.

"Hey, I'm fine." Harry spread his hands and smiled: "I just took a nap, that's all, okay?"

Hermione looked at the smile on Harry's face and fell into silence for a moment before nodding.

"All right."

Dumbledore was not at the guest of honor table, and it was obvious that Professor McGonagall was in charge of the situation now.

After lunch, she stood up and touched her throat with her magic wand:

"It's almost time! Please follow your Head of House to the grounds. Gryffindors follow me."

They filed out from behind the bench, making almost no sound.

"Where's Dumbledore?" Draco asked.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head: "Maybe he's busy with things outside of school."

They walked out of the gate, onto the stone steps, and headed toward the Black Lake. Finally, they came to an open lawn by the lake, where hundreds of chairs were arranged.

There was an aisle between the chairs with a marble table in front of it, and all the chairs were facing towards it.

Many of the chairs were filled with people, and Harry bet that anyone who dared to come here now would be on Voldemort's kill list.

Borgin Burke, a series of politicians or Aurors from the Ministry of Magic's Cat Party, and Rita Skeeter, etc.

The Weasleys were there too, along with Lupin and Sirius.

There were also students from Beauxbatons. Fleur saw him, stood up and waved towards them. Harry also raised his hand and greeted them.

Then there was Madame Maxime—she took up space on three chairs by herself.

At last everyone was seated, and Harry could see Scrimgeour sitting in the front row with Professor McGonagall, looking very solemn and impressive.

Harry also stood up and left the team.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked.

Harry turned and looked at Draco in confusion.

"I have to sit up front, mate," Harry explained.

Draco looked at Harry twice, then nodded silently.

"alright."

In the first row, to his left was Snape, and to his right was an empty seat, perhaps that was Dumbledore's seat.

After everyone was seated, the music started.

A piece of music that is not suitable for the occasion, a rock song by Queen.

Damn it, it's like Uncle Moon chose this song himself.

Harry had heard this song many times, but at this moment he had no idea what it was called.

Dumbledore appeared, holding the body, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars.

Harry calmly watched the body being held by Dumbledore.

Huff——

A loud voice came from behind, it was Hagrid.

The sound of him blowing his nose was so loud that his eyes turned red and narrowed into slits.

Weird rock music, huge, inappropriate nose-blowing sounds.

Somehow, Harry's chest puffed up, as if he couldn't hold back his laughter.

But at this moment, the music stopped, and he had to quickly retract his previous emotions, turned his head and looked forward again.

Dumbledore also placed the body on the white stone brick surface in the front, and then sat in the empty seat at the beginning.

Scrimgeour stood up, moved to the front, and began to speak.

They were very close together, but Harry still couldn't make out what he was saying. Occasionally, a few words would float past hundreds of heads and into the background.

"Educator, successful scholar, selfless wizard."

Scrimgeour finished, pointing his hands at Harry.

Harry stood up and walked to the front, with his hands in front of him. In between applause, he reviewed his speech once more.

Professor Jones is undoubtedly a gentle man. Rather than his achievements that have been published in newspapers, I would like to express the changes he has brought to students like me.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He is committed to helping students step out of the wizarding world and to changing the world - not just the wizarding world.

In fact--

Harry's recollection of his thoughts was interrupted.

"I don't know, I have to ask Potter, maybe he knows a lot." Rita Skeeter whispered to someone.

"If I want to write an article about Moon Jones, then I can only ask Potter. I don't think anyone knows about Jones's past except him."

Rita didn't know that Harry heard all her whispers.

Harry nodded inwardly.

Asking me was indeed the right choice. Regarding Uncle Muen, I——

Suddenly, he felt nauseous, and the feeling went all the way up and made his throat sting.

Harry suddenly looked up at the sun.

After March, the weather got better and better.

The sun is so dazzling.

Why does such nice weather sound so mocking?

He felt that it was not necessary for the sun to come out today, and it was not necessary for the weather to be so good.

He felt inexplicably irritated.

Uncle Muen always mentioned his teacher and a brother named Hal.

Sometimes, Uncle Muen would often tell him stories about his time as a pirate.

These were things that Rita, and even Dumbledore, didn't know.

but

Who is his teacher?

Who is Hal?

What stories are there about his time as a pirate?

What wonderful battles have taken place?

What exciting adventures have you had?

He suddenly realized that he had so many questions that he had not asked Uncle Mu En. He suddenly realized that he had never known Uncle Mu En as well as he thought.

Then a terrible truth struck him, a truth that was more clear to him now than at any other time.

Uncle Muen is gone.

This horrible fact once again caused his entire body to spasm and twitch. In physiological terms, this is called somatization.

But Harry thought that maybe he just had a stomachache?

In short, the pain in his body suddenly made him speechless - it must be the pain in his body, he must have had a stomach upset.

All of a sudden, in front of everyone's eyes and with everyone listening attentively, he couldn't utter a single word of the speech he had been preparing for a long time. Because of the severe pain, his face was expressionless, and his eyes gradually became moist.

A tear flowed from the corner of the eye.

Then he couldn't help but take a deep breath and forced open his extremely painful throat.

"I'm sorry. I. I have nothing to say."

Then he turned and left without even returning to his seat.

Walking along the way, he soon returned to the deserted castle, his hand constantly stroking the ring on his finger.

In the confusion and chaos, he didn't know where he was going.

When he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that he had arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

After standing outside the door for a long time, he pushed it open and walked in.

Everything in the office was still there, not even a speck of dust: a small cabinet full of records, a phonograph, and a cabinet for drinks.

Even now, as soon as he stepped into the office, the phonograph would automatically start playing music.

There is also a desk piled with homework and a fireplace behind the desk.

Next to the fireplace was a pile of firewood, and there were still many embers in the fireplace.

On the wall, the spring-like painting is still there.

But there is no Muen, no Lucifer, and no Sindel.

They didn't know where they went.

He came to the desk in silence, without saying a word.

crunch--

The door opened again and a familiar sound of footsteps was heard.

It's Snape's.

He paced slowly and came in front of Harry, staring at him with his snake-like eyes, bringing a different kind of pressure.

"Dumbledore and Minerva are both too gentle," he said in a low voice.

"The old guy always said, 'Oh, let him digest his emotions alone, let's not disturb him.'"

Harry didn't answer him. He just pretended Snape didn't exist and picked up the photo on the table.

That was a group photo taken on Halloween.

At that time, Neville had just cracked a human trafficking case and brought back many students.

In the photo, Uncle Mu En stands in the center, surrounded by familiar friends.

He still remembered that Uncle Mu En asked him to take two photos, one of the cat's head and one of his original face.

Suddenly, Snape's hand reached out, took the photo and slapped it on the desk. Then he grabbed his wrists with both hands, pulling and shaking him.

"You could act like a man!" Snape said angrily, rarely.

He let go of Harry and slapped him across the face with a fierce slap.

"What happened to you?"

"Is this the only thing you do after losing Mu En? Cry like a woman?"

He lowered his head, looked straight at Harry, and said in a weak tone: "Oh~ What should I do? What should I do?"

"absurd!"

As he said this, he grabbed Harry by the collar, his face fierce.

"If you can't do anything without Mu En, then you don't deserve everything he gives you now!"

"If Mu En's appearance doesn't change you at all, then it only proves that you are a complete waste."

After saying that, he pushed Harry away and walked outside.

boom--

The door was slammed shut, shaking the entire office.

Harry watched Snape disappear and leaned weakly on the table.

The phonograph was still turning and playing songs.

Harry remembered this song. Last year, Fred George showed everyone a movie and this was the theme song.

Hello darkness my old friend

The low chanting accompanied by the only guitar sound slowly flows in this cramped and dark little room.

He came to the phonograph and tried to stop it.

Then, his hand froze in mid-air, and he looked at a small ornament next to the phonograph in disbelief.

It was a golden pendant in the shape of an hourglass.

His breathing gradually became heavier, and his hands moved involuntarily. Then he picked up the small hourglass and began to twist it.

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da—

There are seven turns in total.

A total of seven days.