Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

At this moment, the world is turning.

Everything was returning to the past, and I seemed to be out of the picture. As the speed of rotation increased, the world in front of me began to distort and deform. The nameless voice turned into a whisper, and then came into my ears from somewhere in the distance.

Finally, the density of the sounds gradually increased, and finally became extremely sharp and piercing.

hiss----

The next moment, cheers were heard.

They were whistling, and Harry hurried to the window, only to see brilliant fireworks exploding all over the sky, forming a line of words in the sky.

【Weasleys’ Trickster】

At the same time, this also led to even more enthusiastic cheers.

"I'm back."

"What the hell?!" Lucifer's puzzled voice sounded, and then he was stunned.

"When did you come in? Why didn't you knock? Oh, aren't you having a game today?!" he asked in surprise.

Harry turned around slowly, his green pupils trembling.

"I'm back." He still murmured.

"Your focus now is not on coming back, but when to go to the competition." Lucifer's words brought him back to his senses.

"No, thanks." Harry said, and only now did he begin to really remember the precautions about time travel in his mind.

"What are you thinking about?" Lucifer raised his eyes and asked.

"No, nothing." Harry shook his head: "Mr. Lucifer, it's good to see you again."

"Nervous." Lucifer stretched out his flaming hand and waved it twice as if to drive it away: "Do whatever you want. I'm going to sleep."

"Okay." Harry nodded, ready to go find Uncle Moon as soon as the people on the field dispersed.

Time passed slowly, and if he remembered correctly, he remembered that the time turner had a time limit.

In other words, he can only stay in the [present] for a period of time.

But he didn't know how long exactly.

Finally, the people on the field dispersed. He put on his hood to cover his appearance and moved in the empty castle.

He moved so fast that he only created a gust of wind on the lawn, and he seemed to be moving like a ghost.

In just a moment, he arrived at the stadium and the referee's room.

The door was slowly pushed open.

In the referee's room, the man was standing there, not at all surprised by his arrival, as if everything was within his expectations.

Suddenly, Harry couldn't ask any of the questions that were lodged in his throat.

"Sit down, you seem eager to talk."

Harry froze in place, and after a moment he slowly asked, "You don't seem very surprised by my arrival."

"Of course I'm surprised." Mu En smiled, then sat down and poured tea.

"You still didn't listen to me, did you?" he asked with a smile.

What words?

Harry's confusion suddenly became clear.

The moment he saw himself, Uncle Mu En understood that he might encounter a crisis in the future, but there is an extremely dangerous yet extremely tempting existence in this world - the time converter.

So that's why Uncle Moon told himself the story of the time traveler who caused the tragedy in London, by the Thames.

is a warning!

And now, just as Uncle Mu En said, I did not heed his warning.

"I know." Harry stammered:

"But. I. I can't do it."

Then came Voldemort, London, and everything that would happen in the future. At this moment, he just wanted to tell it all at once.

However, Mu En just raised his hand and interrupted him.

"No thanks. Let's keep some surprises for ourselves, how about that?"

"But... it's a ruin." Harry said quickly.

Everyone is in danger, the place is in ruins and shrouded in gloom.

This is the world he saw.

Moon stood up, walked slowly around the table and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"I'm proud of you, kid."

After saying this, he disappeared, vanishing in the wind.

Harry was suddenly stunned, staring blankly at the place where Moon disappeared, speechless for a long time.

Then he took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes weakly.

It took him a long time to calm down, and after ten minutes, he had to force himself to stand up.

Now that I'm back, there are some things I need to do.

Why did Voldemort come back to life?

In fact, he had been in the restricted books area during the seven days that Mu En was away.

That was why he couldn't be found anywhere in the school, but Draco was sure he hadn't left.

Because he was angry, but also confused.

Why did Voldemort come back to life? He didn't have the Philosopher's Stone. How did he do it?

In the early morning of the sixth day, he found the answer.

It was an ancient black magic, so ancient that it required the bones of loved ones, the flesh of subordinates, and the blood of enemies to reconstruct the body.

The blood of the enemy.

He now has a suspect, and this guy's abnormality is worth his trip.

Marcus Flint.

Although everyone said he was dead, who knew whether he was really dead or just faked his death to escape and go to Voldemort?

Then he wiped away the tears from his eyes and put on his glasses again.

There was a sound of air explosion, and a gust of air surged through the cramped referee room.

Then, there was silence.

At noon, in the rolling wastelands outside the Yorkshire Dales National Park.

In a forest near the ground, suddenly, a figure flashed and appeared.

He was holding a person in his hand, a person covered in blood.

The next moment, he threw the man to the ground.

"The medical team will be here soon." The man just said briefly and then disappeared.

The forest was quiet, and the chirping of birds could be heard from afar.

Sua-Sua-

Once again, Harry walked out, watching his former self flash away before reappearing.

Marcus Flint, who was like a rag bag, also struggled to get up.

He looked at this new Harry and a smile appeared on his face.

Time-turner?

He had heard of this thing.

"I succeeded, didn't I?" he asked.

"I succeeded in destroying everything you have." He laughed, "When I saw you appear here, I knew the answer."

Harry said nothing, but walked closer.

His fingers twitched slightly, and Marcus' hands were forced up.

Then, the cuffs exploded.

On the outside of Marcus' left shoulder, a skull emblem appeared. It was green, and a large python emerged from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

Dark Mark

really

A smile appeared on Harry's face.

He remembered himself, the one who had just appeared, and what he was feeling when he faced Marcus.

An emotion intertwined with regret, helplessness and pity.

But at this moment, all of these were gone in his heart. With the disappearance of Uncle Mu En, these emotions also disappeared without a trace.

He said with a hint of mockery: "It is true. It is difficult to expect a dog to stop eating shit, isn't it?"

Aurors in charge of the contestants' safety gathered around, noticing the unusual situation below and raised their wands.

"who is it?!"

"Stay away from the contestants in the competition!"

"Hands up! If you make any move to touch a wand, we will initiate enforcement action."

"You got my blood?" Harry whispered.

Marcus smiled.

"Now you know why Karkaroff treats me as a guest of honor, because I am working for the Dark Lord." He said with a smile.

"As far as I remember, I didn't suffer any injuries in this battle with you because you were so incredibly weak." Harry said something else.

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

"After what I've done for the Dark Lord, I feel - respect!

It’s been a long time since I last saw such respect. Everyone is in awe of me and regards my words as if they were the will of God.” Marcus said to himself.

Harry shook his head. The person in front of him no longer had the desire to communicate, but was immersed in the last beautiful memories.

Memories of those who had gained power and authority after following the Dark Lord.

How beautiful.

He knew he was going to die, so in this last moment, he was chewing them carefully, enjoying their taste.

"Are you so intoxicated by the feeling of taking advantage of the power of others?" Harry shook his head and raised his hands.

"Kill me." Marcus laughed, "The angrier and crazier you are, the more it proves that my revenge is successful."

"You did succeed." Harry looked at him calmly and raised his hands.

"Die--"

The next moment, in the eyes of the Aurors, a firework made of blood rose up.

After a moment of disbelief, a barrage of spells came down on Harry.

Harry's expression remained unchanged, and he simply Apparated and appeared above the heads of the Aurors.

He looked at the Aurors and Marcus' body, and finally he understood.

“Marcus’ death was something I had just done. But at the same time, it had already been an established fact long before.

Time Destiny

It’s disgusting.”

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes, just as Uncle Mu En said.

What you say and what you actually realize are two completely different things.

When I heard Uncle Mu En's words, I didn't feel anything.

Now that he realized it, he felt really sick.

This damn world!

The next moment, he felt a familiar smell of fire around him.

It belongs to Mr. Lucifer.

Raise your hands and pull!

In his hands, a flame that came from nowhere ignited.

A letter emerged from the flames.

I unfolded the letter and saw only a short line of words on it.

"Go France"

Going to France?

Harry was a little confused, but he recognized the handwriting. It was a letter from Uncle Moon.

Isn’t France where Moonlight Castle is now?

As he thought about it, he flashed again among the Aurors' spells and disappeared.

Number 13, Privet Drive, London suburbs.

Harry flashed again. If there was any convenient way to get to France, it would naturally be here.

Through Moonlight Castle——

crunch--

His thoughts stopped as the door opened.

The castle is no longer there.

Moonlight Castle has lost contact, just as no one knew when it came.

Today too, it disappeared, silently.

Harry exhaled heavily, turned around and looked at Number 4 Privet Drive diagonally across the street.

The yard was overgrown with weeds. Just then, a real estate agent in a suit and tie came over with a couple and was introducing the house.

He took off his hood and listened quietly to the agent's introduction across the street.

“Privet Drive is an absolutely first-class community, next to a bus stop that goes directly to Westminster, and surrounded by complete living facilities.

Two blocks away is St. Avery Elementary School, and five blocks away is the best middle school in the county, Stonewall Middle School.”

Harry smiled silently. Stonewall was the smelliest school in Surrey. It was said that new students' heads would be dipped in the toilet on their first day.

If it weren't for Uncle Moon, if it weren't for Hogwarts, I might have gone there already.

As for Dudley?

He was placed in Smeltings High School, an excellent private school, when Dudley -

Harry's thoughts came to a sudden halt, and then his expression became calm.

"Penny."

"I am not Voldemort's enemy at all. My mother Lily is. Voldemort was injured by the rebound of Lily Potter's love spell."

"I just have her blood."

No, better not tell me that news.

Harry thought to himself that something was wrong, and cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself, flying straight into the sky.

He had never been to the Dursleys' new home, but fortunately he knew where it was, after all, he and Dudley had corresponded at Christmas.

Yes, correspondence alone is enough.

The Dursleys' new home was in Magorca, a villa community in West Sussex, below London.

West Sussex is also the estuary of the Thames, a beautiful place. As for the Magorca district, the Dursleys had been eyeing a house there for a long time.

In Harry's second year, Vernon invited a big boss to a family dinner in order to sign a big deal.

Unfortunately, the amount of money the boss finally signed was not enough to buy the villa.

It was not until the middle of the year before last that Harry and the Dursleys broke off completely, and Uncle Moon gave them a few gold bricks, which finally made the Dursleys get what they wanted.

Because there was no specific anchor point, it was difficult for Harry to Apparate, and he could only fly towards the bottom of London as quickly as possible.

He decided to just take a look there, and if there were no problems, he would fly straight to France.

His speed was like a meteor. He even dared not fly low over cities or towns. The wind he brought was so violent that even the big trees would fall down when he flew by.

He flew all the way like this, and an hour later, he finally arrived in West Sussex.

I randomly found a small town to land, asked for directions, bought a map, and then set off again.

Forty minutes later, he arrived at his destination.

What appeared before his eyes was a group of independent and scattered single-family villas built on the hillside.

When he got here, he already had the answer before he had to look for the corresponding villa.

A roar seemed to be coming from far away.

Although the voice came from a distance and was faint and difficult to capture, he still felt a sense of familiarity.

That seemed to be Dudley's roar.