Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Harry stood up slowly, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the window next to him.

Today's sky is unusually blue, and outside the window, two gray sparrows are chirping.

He was awakened by them.

His eyes fell on the small table next to the hospital bed, and he was shocked to see that it was piled with candies, like a hill. It seemed that half of the candy store had been moved here.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Madam, I just went in to take a look. If he doesn't wake up, I won't do anything and I won't disturb anyone else."

"Okay, okay." Madam Pomfrey's helpless voice sounded.

Not long after, Hermione appeared in front of him. Just as Harry was about to stand up, he felt a pain in his wrist.

"Oh, Harry!! Oh my gosh, you finally woke up!!" Hermione was pleasantly surprised, with an undisguised smile on her face, and rushed over to help Harry sit on the bed.

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said, rubbing his sore wrist.

"Hey, don't touch it," Hermione said. "The muscles and bones in your hand are crushed. Do you know what Madam Pomfrey said?"

Harry looked at his splinted hand in surprise: "What did you say?"

“She said there was nothing but rotten flesh between the bones and skin of your wrist, and she also said you didn’t know what you drank, and all the organs and muscles in your body were damaged due to overload.

Oh my God, I almost fainted when I heard it! "

"Oh!" Harry's mouth twitched, and he was a little frightened. He just didn't want to let go of the sword at that time, but in the end, Voldemort kept strangling him with a belt. As for how miserable it was... well, he didn't know at that time Ever cared.

Muscle and organ overload, that's even easier, thanks to the Flax of Wrath Troll blood-thinning version.

"I don't even know how you dare to go find Quirrell alone." Hermione said.

"You know?!" Harry looked at the worried face in surprise.

"Of course, the whole school knows. Well, I don't know how it spread. These candies are their gifts to you." Hermione explained, then immediately changed the topic and asked: "So you are How dare you."

"Hermione, don't think too much, I chose it myself. I want to try and face him and Voldemort."

"Ahem, cough, cough... cough, cough..."

The white curtain next to him was suddenly opened, and a senior who didn't know what was wrong said in a low voice:

"Potter, I know you're not afraid of You-Know-Who, but please don't say that again."

"Oh, sorry." Harry looked embarrassed.

After the curtain was closed again, Harry looked at Hermione: "How did the news spread outside?"

"Quirrell wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and you stopped him." Hermione said.

"You didn't say You-Know-Who?" Harry said quietly.

"Mysterious man? No." Hermione shook her head in confusion: "What does this have to do with Quirrell."

"Oh, we have to talk about it later. Obviously this may not be suitable for spreading." Harry shook his head, and he picked up a piece of sandwich chocolate and put it into his mouth.

"By the way, what was the big explosion outside the castle that day?"

"What big explosion?!" Hermione said.

"That's what happened not long before I was admitted to the hospital. Two giant hands of cloud and mist surrounded me from the sky and the earth..."

"That's Mr. Jones's imaging spell," Hermione said.

Oh…

Harry suddenly thought of the time when Dumbledore released the shield and blocked all the shock waves. No matter how powerful it looked, there was no feeling inside the castle at all.

The super fast casting speed and the super huge shield instantly enveloped the entire castle.

"Anyway, what you did this time was too dangerous." Hermione said.

"It's okay." Harry said calmly. After waking up, he only had to think about it carefully to realize the thought that went into these levels.

Although the previous levels are difficult, there are traces to follow.

The last level is a giant monster with a mixture of anger.

This has nothing to do with him at all, it is purely a challenge set for Quirrell, and it is also a safe house for him to rest and recuperate.

The blood of the giant monster killed by Quirrell was full of anger mixture, and its concentration was just within his tolerance range.

Is this a coincidence? !

He knew very well that it wasn't.

However, even under such favorable conditions, it was still difficult for him to defeat the extremely weak Voldemort head-on.

"It's really scary..." He sighed and couldn't help but look at his hands.

There are still too few spells that I know, otherwise I wouldn't be stupid enough to go up with the sword in the end.

Harry kept reviewing it in his mind.

My observation ability is still not enough... If I could have discovered earlier that my body could cause harm to Voldemort, even if I sprayed blood on his face, it would be enough to make him drink a pot.

If I learn the Silent Spell and wear an invisibility cloak, I can poke his ass...

Anyway...

I'm still too weak!

Hermione looked at Harry helplessly and could only shake her head.

In her mind, a little angel with wings suddenly appeared, grabbed her ears and said angrily:

"Huh?! Are you trying to preach again? Hermione, Hermione, don't do this again. Anyway, he's awake now and has nothing missing, which is a good thing, right?"

Hermione shook her head, drove away the talkative little angel, and said with a smile: "Okay, you have to have a good rest. Oh, by the way, I have to tell Mr. Jones that you woke up."

"Trouble." Harry nodded.

Not long after Hermione left, three more people appeared in front of the hospital bed.

"Tsk, put it down, put it down!" Draco commanded Crabbe and Goyle.

Crabbe was holding Harry's suitcase, which contained daily necessities divided into categories, while Goyle was holding a cake in his hand.

"Oh, I really didn't expect..."

"What didn't you expect?" Draco raised the corners of his mouth proudly, looking forward to the next thousand thanks from the other party.

Harry looked at Draco's performance and sighed helplessly: "Anyway, thank you! I was just thinking about what to wear when I leave the ward."

As for the previous set of clothes, I guess I don’t have to do anything anymore.

He felt a little distressed when he thought of this. Each set of clothes was saved by the little maintenance expert in the neighborhood over time!

Draco nodded with satisfaction and said in a long tone: "Ah~ don't say thank you, tell me what you really think about stopping Quirrell from stealing the Sorcerer's Stone!

They said you broke into a haunted house full of screaming monsters and killed another troll, is that true? ! "

"Some of the words you just said are true, but when put together, they are so false!" Harry said.

"Okay, tell me." Draco looked at him expectantly. Crabbe and Goyle are no exception. These two guys are much thinner than before.

Of course Harry didn't mind sharing, he did it, and even received praise from Uncle Moon, so this was indeed a passing exam.