Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 399 Shuffle

The classes continued as usual. Except for the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom being closed, it seemed that nothing had happened in Hogwarts.

The surface of the Black Lake was covered with lead-gray ripples. By the lake, Hagrid blew his nose and looked at Madame Maxime reluctantly.

Maxim didn't like such a vulgar gesture, but she felt a little soft in her heart because of the straightforward emotions expressed by Hagrid.

"Goodbye." She nodded and got into the carriage.

A moment later, Beauxbatons' carriage flew high up and headed towards the horizon.

In the principal's office, Fox's tail feathers glowed red and gold, like a cluster of solidified flames. Three young men sat quietly on chairs, their shadows stretched by the fireplace and cast on the stone wall, swaying with the portraits of past principals.

Dumbledore walked slowly down the spiral staircase, his eyes behind the half-moon lenses sweeping over the three people one by one -

Harry's face was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. His green eyes had become darker, but not depressed. Dumbledore sensed something sharp in him.

Draco Malfoy, who sat to Harry's right, leaned back in his chair, his elbow resting on one side, thinking about something.

And Hermione Granger on Harry's left. This little girl seemed to be in the best condition. At this moment, she was also looking at Dumbledore, wondering why he called the three of them to his office for a talk.

At this point, Dumbledore didn't waste any more time and went straight to the point.

"Mu En also left some instructions."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry raised his head a little, Draco sat up straight, and Hermione instinctively took Harry's hand.

"About the three of you," Dumbledore added, before turning his attention to Draco.

"First of all, Mr. Draco Malfoy, you are very nice to your little girlfriend - sorry, these are Moon's exact words.

Your concerns regarding your young girlfriend, Astoria Greengrass, are now entirely Harry's responsibility."

Harry looked at Draco in confusion and asked, "Your girlfriend? What's your request?"

When Draco heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of embarrassment: "We are just - friends, yes, friends."

"Maybe." Harry nodded: "What is the request?"

Draco thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered and his expression became serious.

"Astoria is a blood-cursed orc. I have previously pleaded with Professor Jones, hoping that he can help Astoria resolve this matter."

"Blood curse--" Harry's breathing stagnated. He understood what this was. He had been playing the role of assistant in Nagini's treatment.

So we are very clear about the medical treatment methods and logic at that time.

But wasn't Nagini's treatment a failure? Why did Uncle Muen leave this matter to me?

Harry's doubts arose, and Dumbledore's voice sounded immediately.

"Moon believes that you will find the answer once you deal with the 'tenant' in your mind." Dumbledore tapped his temple lightly, and the silver cabinet emitted a subtle resonance.

"Astoria's curse is still in its infancy. Unlike Nagini, he believes you can do it."

Get rid of the tenant in your brain? !

A fragment of Voldemort's soul.

Once he was able to remove Voldemort's soul fragment, he would be able to solve Astoria's problem.

Harry's mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood Uncle Muen's instructions, and nodded solemnly: "I understand."

"Very good." Dumbledore smiled.

Of course, Hermione, who was sitting next to Harry, became nervous.

"What's in your brain?" Hermione looked at Harry nervously.

"Oh, it's a secret." Harry smiled and comforted the nervous Hermione: "It's just a little thing."

"What's in the brain is never trivial," said Hermione. "Tenant? Tumor?"

Harry simply patted Hermione's hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's just a minor illness. Uncle Mu En is not worried, so you don't have to worry either."

After hearing what Harry said, Hermione hesitantly put aside her worries.

Dumbledore spoke again.

"Harry, Munn didn't have any instructions for you. It was mainly about what happened just now. And there is also a gift."

"A gift?" Harry looked at Dumbledore.

The old wizard took out a gilded pocket watch from his sleeve as if by magic. The pendant passed through the air, leaving behind a scent of pine wood and old parchment.

Harry had seen it before, an accessory that Uncle Moon often wore.

"This one?" Harry took the pocket watch carefully. "A watch?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded.

"But I don't know what Mu En's intention is. Maybe it will play a role at some point in the future?"

Harry stroked the intricate crown carving on the watch cover, and the gears made a slight sound, like a heartbeat entering his palm.

The pocket watch had no special powers, and he was well aware of that.

But he still put it away solemnly.

"It's tradition to give a wizard a watch when he comes of age," Draco explained.

The next moment, he felt that he had said something wrong and slapped himself: "Oh, it's just a pocket watch, sorry."

"Uncle Muen prefers pocket watches. Wristwatches are not as stylish as mine." Harry smiled and put it away.

"Well, finally, it's Miss Granger." Dumbledore turned his attention to the last person.

"Moon gave you all the records in his office. He said it would be better to give them to people who understand them than to let them gather dust in Hogwarts."

"My dad will be very happy when he finds out." Hermione smiled.

"Well, that's about it." Dumbledore nodded and spread his hands.

"That's all?" Draco leaned forward, his silver cuffs hitting the edge of the table. "No mission? No... instructions?"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair with his fingers clasped together, his blue eyes reflecting the three children and the swaying shadows behind them.

"No." Dumbledore shook his head, then glanced at Harry and Hermione.

"What to do?" He asked back, "Draco, Harry, why did you come up with the idea of [doing something]?"

Dumbledore stirred his honey tea with a silver spoon, and the clinking sound was like some kind of countdown.

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

"In fact, if you really want some guidance, it's this - Potions class starts in twenty minutes."

"Professor, I heard that there has been some unrest in the Wizengamot Court recently." Harry said, "There was another terrorist attack in the Birmingham area yesterday."

"Students have their duties." Dumbledore looked at Harry and stopped turning the spoon in his hand.

"Professor!" said Harry again.

"Potter!" Dumbledore spoke again in a serious tone.

"As long as Hogwarts is still here, as long as I am here, Voldemort will not dare to set foot in this place. It is the safest choice for you to stay here.

As long as you are underage, I have the right not to let you leave Hogwarts, which is clearly written in the school rules."

Harry was silent for a moment, then nodded sharply.

"I see, Professor."

After saying that, he stood up first, said goodbye to Dumbledore with his two companions, and left the headmaster's office.

That night, Harry walked out of the common room and came to the outside of the Hogwarts Great Hall.

The other figure seemed to have expected him to appear here. He was wearing a long robe, a small nightcap, and holding a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand.

"Huh" Dumbledore let out a breath of cold air and looked outside the castle.

"This messed up world reminds me of fifty years ago," he said.

Harry was silent and stood next to Dumbledore. He knew what time Dumbledore was talking about, the 1940s.

"It is a mess," said Dumbledore.

"There's a lot of work to be done." Harry had a different perspective: "Uncle Muen just built this new house, I can't just watch it collapse."

"Harry Potter must stay in school." Dumbledore emphasized again.

But Harry knew that Dumbledore's appearance here tonight was not to tell him to go back to bed.

"I know, Professor." Harry nodded, his cheeks gradually protruding and his black hair stretching out. "Harry will not leave school."

Dumbledore had to nod.

"Yeah, you've received your coming-of-age present," he said.

"The Cat Party will have a meeting tonight." Dumbledore said, taking off a ring from his hand and handing it to Harry.

Harry took the ring and put it on his hand. He rubbed the crescent skull mark on the ring with his fingertips and felt an address conveyed by it.

"In this chaotic time, those who originally gathered together based on political interests may need a purge to get a clean party that has the courage to challenge the Dark Lord."

The young man's brilliance burst out without any concealment, and it seemed extremely dazzling in the night.

Compared with old men like Moon and Dumbledore, he is much more fierce.

He longed to point the huge golden snake wand in his hand at this world that was about to be filled with smoke.

A suburb of Winchester, Hampshire, southern England.

A long-abandoned manor overgrown with weeds, looking a little strange today.

There are more than one or two people dressed strangely appearing around here.

"I heard that Remus Lupin was attacked by a werewolf and was seriously injured. Will he come tonight?"

"I heard that more than ten Aurors have submitted their resignations."

"What does the International Confederation of Wizards say?"

Various discussions arose among the mouths of these oddballs who came and went.

Then, another voice appeared.

"Is this where those guys are gathering?" A hunched figure appeared, looking a little crazy.