Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Harry Potter!!!"

Looking at the shadow crawling on all fours on the dark stairs below, Harry's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The scene in front of him had a great visual impact on him.

Ron was like a demon crawling out of hell. He had no feeling about his flesh and blood being cut off by the wind. He just crawled straight up.

Soon, he passed Hermione, and then his limbs danced without stopping, and he quickly passed Harry and climbed up.

"Is this guy going to climb up in one breath?"

Thinking, Harry looked down again.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

"No" Hermione shook her head and raised her eyes drowned in blood: "Don't worry about me, this is my own [Road of Suffering]."

Harry was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Draco may have gone out. If you can't bear it, go out first."

"Okay."

After getting a response, Harry continued to lift his feet and walked upwards.

The next moment, an invisible wind blew, like a steel knife scraping bones, and cut straight through his arm, flesh and blood drooped, exposing the hideous cut surface.

His face twitched, and his fingers kept circling, piecing the flesh and blood together again.

‘It’s just a simple cutting spell. But this automatic triggering mechanism is really amazing.’

‘The pain is very real, but it is always within the range of human pain threshold.’

‘And I have gradually forgotten the pain caused by those scars a long time ago.’

The memory of pain is everlasting, Harry is very sure of this.

To this day, occasionally in dreams, he will recall the first time he was pierced through by Uncle Muen.

But here, on this staircase, the damage he suffered did not make him remember too deeply.

Like a kind of. protection mechanism? !

Maybe so.

The gradually increasing damage, in fact, is now only deep enough to see the bone.

It is completely different from what he imagined at the beginning, that a sharp blade would directly cut off a person’s head.

Watching Ron gradually disappearing from his sight, Harry speeded up and walked up.

A moment later, the end was reached.

A dozen steps away, Harry saw the dim candlelight above and a figure crawling forward.

Coming to the top, looking at Ron lying below, he stretched out his hand.

"Let's go, buddy." He said.

Ron didn't reply, or just like before, even if he wanted to say something, he couldn't do it.

"Buzz."

An inexplicable sound appeared. If Harry hadn't been with Ron, he would even think it was Ron's hum.

"Buzz buzz buzz"

"What the hell?"

As the two gradually walked towards the curtain, just three or four steps away, the sound began to gradually become clear.

At the same time, Ron's injuries began to recover at the speed of light.

By the last step, he had returned to normal, and his feet stepped on the ground autonomously.

However, his brain didn't seem to react yet.

Harry let go of his hand and walked towards the curtain first.

"What's that sound?" Ron finally woke up a little and looked up at Harry in confusion.

"I don't know either." Harry shook his head.

Then, the two walked in together.

The office was no different from the headmaster's office Harry had seen in the outside world, a large and warm round room, with Gryffindor's sword on the cabinet. Well, that's not Gryffindor's sword, it seems to be called Frostmourne.

The Sorting Hat has not changed, except that Harry doesn't know how the damn fangs and teeth came out.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry looked around, but didn't find the familiar figure.

He didn't find a twisted and strange unfamiliar figure.

"Where's the professor?" Ron was also a little strange.

"Buzz buzz buzz"

"Are you blind?" The Sorting Hat laughed maliciously.

"What do you mean?" Ron looked at him, and then was startled by the scarlet sharp teeth.

Harry found something unusual.

On Fawkes's gilded perch.

There was no phoenix there at this time.

On the perch, there was a beehive?!

That sound seemed to come from it.

"Buzz buzz buzz"

When Harry approached, he heard the sound that suddenly became louder in his ears, and he suddenly understood.

It was indeed here.

Then, an extremely large bee, as big as a fist, flew out from inside.

"Aha, welcome, welcome to the principal's office." The old bee made the voice of Dumbledore.

As he said, he flapped his wings and flew to the top of the desk.

"Want something to eat? Candy? Or a cup of honey tea?" said the strange principal.

At the same time, behind the curtain, Hermione came late.

She walked in and looked at Harry.

"I succeeded."

"Congratulations." Harry said, "I knew you could do it."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him: "If you knew, you wouldn't want to help me."

"Wanting to help you is always right, right." Harry smiled.

Hermione opened her mouth and helplessly confirmed that what Harry said was right.

"Okay." She waved her hand and turned to look for the headmaster.

"Where's Professor Dumbledore?"

"This one" Ron stretched out his finger and pointed at the old bee on the table.

Hermione's expression suddenly became strange. She looked at Harry and got a positive answer.

"Ah, good girl, you're here too." The old bee said, "What about you, how about some candy?"

As he spoke, a small box on the table was suddenly pushed forward and came to the edge of the table.

Hermione took a closer look and saw eyeballs inside, and then several cockroaches.

"hiss"

She remembered what Draco had said about 'corpse butter candy' below.

"Thank you, Professor, let's forget it." She said with some fear, "My teeth are not very good."

"Oh, okay." Dumbledore nodded, seeming disappointed that he didn't share the candy.

"Okay, what do you want?" he asked.

"As you know, the principal is very busy. He spends a lot of time getting up from the nest every day. He also spends three or four hours to reactivate the rigid thinking of his old age, and then buries those who disobey me in the ban. I'm going to the forest. Anyway, I'm very busy."

"Well" Harry felt like he had a lot to say.

"Oh, that's right." Dumbledore seemed to have just remembered: "And the castle was struck by lightning, and it was me who struck it. I will go up to repair the nest and repair the castle later.

This is a big project, isn't it? "

"Repair the castle?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"Ah, yes." Dumbledore nodded: "The world is full of holes, and there are always people repairing them. It is reported that every time I repair the hive, I will die hundreds of times.

The thunder will never subside. Rather than saying that the hive is repaired, it is better to say that it is repaired by the sacrifice of lives. "

As he spoke, he spread his two forelimbs and rubbed them in front of the bee's head.

"It would be nice if someone could patch it up for me."

Hermione's eyes became strange and her brain started to activate.

"No. 16, [The Tower], also known as the House of God, Destiny, and Lightning.

The card surface is very simple, mainly expressing that unpredictable and strong changes are unacceptable; no matter how arrogant human beings are, they cannot compare with the power of nature, and challenging nature will only attract the wrath of God;

Although this huge change is difficult for people to adapt to, it is teaching you to grow. Try to accept it, and it will make it easier for you in the future. "

Ron was a little confused when he heard it. Only then did he realize that this Major Arcana was the [Tower].

"So?" he asked quickly, looking at Hermione as if he was seeing a savior.

"What we walked through just now is the [Path of Misery]. The physical pain and the torture caused by mental illusions are the suffering and torture in the tower." Hermione continued.

"Yeah." Ron nodded quickly.

Hermione glanced at him, feeling that Ron didn't understand.

"Now, it's time to rebuild the pain and suffering," Hermione said.

Harry nodded: "Perhaps it can be called the [Path of Progress]?"

"Maybe." Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Okay." Ron nodded and looked at the old bee on the table: "Professor, we are willing to help you rebuild the castle."

"Very good." Dumbledore nodded: "However, only one person can get my reward. This needs to be distributed according to your merit."

Ron looked at Harry and Hermione hesitantly, then nodded.

"That's fair," he said firmly.

Dumbledore was very satisfied with this answer. He gradually flew up and turned to the path behind the desk.

"Come with me, kids."

After crossing the desk, the three of them entered a quiet path.

Ron was extremely nervous. He looked at Harry: "What are you thinking about?"

Harry focused his eyes on the back of the old bee flying in front of him, and whispered: "I'm wondering if I will succeed if I directly choose to violently snatch the card."

Ron shuddered immediately when he heard this.

"Just thinking about it." Harry noticed the old bee suddenly stopped in front of him and quickly added.

After hearing this, the old bee continued to fly forward.

Hermione was also startled by Harry's words. Just now, she was thinking about whether there was any other way to obtain this card, such as persuading Professor Dumbledore to accept all this.

"Accept suffering", this is also one of the meanings of the card [Tower].

This was far from what Harry thought. Killing the principal was too exaggerated.

However, she felt that there was some possibility of implementing her idea just now.

Thinking about it, she decided to give it a try later.

The path circled around and climbed up two floors of stairs, and they soon came across the tip of the tower that had been destroyed by lightning.

"This is it." Dumbledore said: "You have to be careful, be more careful, after all, this is not that easy. If you die, I will spend time burying you."

Ron shrank his neck. He felt that this game of always talking about death was a bit unfriendly.

And this was said in the voice of Professor Dumbledore.

Their family all respected Professor Dumbledore, and they didn't know what their parents would think when they saw this scene.

Will you call the creator of the game a bad guy?

"You just need to tell him to fix it." Dumbledore said, turning around: "You'd better hurry up, I don't give you much time."

After that, his figure gradually disappeared.

Hermione quickly expressed her thoughts to the two. After Harry thought about it, he felt that Hermione's thoughts were also reasonable.

"I think we can try it." Harry nodded.

Hermione looked at Ron again.

Ron was obviously stunned for a moment, wondering: "Do you still need to ask for my opinion?"

Hermione nodded as a matter of course.

The time she had to do was like cutting off the fire from the bottom of the pot.

"I think we can still ask for your opinion." Hermione said.

After a while, Ron nodded stupidly.

"Then I'll try it." Hermione said happily, waving at the two and following Dumbledore's footsteps.

She was going to try to persuade Professor Dumbledore to accept the castle scar caused by lightning.

After Hermione left, Ron looked at Harry puzzled.

"Do you still need my opinion?"

Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and said softly, "We are all friends."

"Friends?" Ron looked at Harry's back in surprise as he walked forward.

There were many rubbles on the tower, and the entire top was completely destroyed. There was a lingering smell of dust in the air.

"Yujia Yujia Dimu Leviosa——"

Harry waved his fingers, but there was a crackling sound on those huge stones, and at the same time, blue lightning sparks exploded, dispelling the spell.

"The interference is too strong." Harry frowned and tried to touch a stone with his hand.

Crack——

Lightning struck at the fingertips.

"These things still have lightning?" Ron said in horror.

The next moment, he saw Harry pick up a whole stone with his hand.

Crackling explosions continued.

Soon, a faint smell of burning appeared from Harry's body.

"Harry, put it down!"

"I thought you were going to call me Potter." Harry smiled and threw the stone aside.

"Is that what you care about?" Ron looked at him as if he was crazy: "We are all friends."

"You are right." Harry smiled, and then explained: "Of course it is not just about this."

"Lightning still hurts, right." Ron's expression finally relaxed a little.

"No, it's just that my clothes are all burnt." Harry said distressedly: "These are all bought with the pounds I have saved for a long time. Obviously, this damage cannot be repaired by the repair spell."

As he said, he saw Harry take off his robe and coat, roll up his sleeves, and reveal his strong arms like Charlie.

Ron's expression became even stranger.

"Actually, I came here to verify something."

"What?"

"Reward." Harry slowly uttered a word.

Ron didn't understand.

"According to the established process, you will get rewards other than cards." Harry continued.

"Just like when you play games, in addition to the rewards for the mission itself, you will also gain experience, drops from monsters, etc.

I have completed the process of the [Moon] card before. In addition to the cards, I am sure that I got other things during the entire mission process.

The same is true for Draco. Although he is not the final winner, he also said that he has some insights.

This is what I want to verify. In the process of completing the mission, you will gain experience, props or knowledge."

"So?" Ron asked in confusion.

Harry clenched his fist.

"I vaguely feel that my strength seems to be a little stronger after being electrocuted."