Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

During the holiday before Christmas, the whole school entered a relaxed atmosphere.

Heavy snow fell, covering the huge carriage of Beauxbatons like a big pumpkin, and Hagrid's hut not far away turned into a gingerbread house.

Ice formed on the side of Durmstrang's ship, which was left over from the decks they had to spend time cleaning every day.

Compared with the two, the castle seemed warmer.

However, the people from the two schools did not stay in the castle longer because of the weather change.

Harry suspected that the transportation vehicles of the two schools also had large lounges as warm as the auditorium or the college lounge.

And since that day, when he successfully invited Hermione as a dance partner, he rarely saw Gabrielle appear in Uncle Moon's office.

In the morning, after drinking a bowl of steaming pumpkin porridge, owls flew in from the door of the auditorium in a black mass, bringing snowflakes and snow water, and the whole auditorium seemed to be raining.

Harry raised his hand to cover his bowl, and then noticed Hedwig standing in front of him.

He had forgotten how long he hadn't taken care of this old friend.

Hedwig seemed to think so too, and pecked Harry's hand unhappily until Harry put a piece of fried fish into its mouth, and it seemed to be in a better mood, and stretched out the claw holding the letter.

"Someone actually wrote to you?"

"Recently, there is indeed a lack of communication with the outside world." Harry also nodded in agreement, although Draco's words were a veiled attack on him.

The letter was from Sirius. Harry opened it and saw familiar words. He read softly:

"Dear Harry.

It's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect Christmas to come so quickly.

I plan to go to Hogsmeade on the Saturday before Christmas.

I'm going to visit Regulus' grave. It took me a while to realize that I haven't visited him for a long time.

Do you want to come with me? I think he would like to see you. You were all there when he was buried.

If you want to come with me, we'll meet at the Hog's Head Pub on Saturday at noon.

Padfoot."

"Padfoot, that's a weird self-proclaimed name, isn't it?" Draco smiled.

At the same time, he quietly withdrew his hand.

"Maybe he's worried that the letter will be intercepted?" Harry put the letter away uncertainly.

"The Ministry seems to want to overturn the case for their brothers, but Riddle hasn't been caught and Peter is dead, so there's no way to start for the time being."

"Yeah." Draco nodded, scooped another spoonful of pumpkin porridge for himself, and then sprinkled thick sugar on it and stirred it in.

Harry's eyelids twitched, and then he quietly put the canary biscuit that Draco had just placed in front of him on his plate.

That was a new creation of Weasley's Trickster.

A moment later.

Yellow feathers exploded around Harry.

A bloated and white canary that looked like it had been soaked in water for a long time appeared, and it screamed angrily, and it took a long time for it to return to normal.

Time soon came to Saturday, and Harry and his group walked out of the school.

By the way, they also had to prepare Christmas gifts.

"Okay, I know, you want a cake from Mrs. Puddifoot's, right." Draco waved at Astoria.

"I'll remember it."

At noon, the Hog's Head Pub.

A black dog slowly walked in and saw the children at a glance.

He first came to the backyard, changed his body again, wearing a black robe and a hood, covering himself up.

"You're all here." Sirius became unkempt again. Perhaps the time at home was like another kind of prison.

After all, Lupin had gone to work.

He was alone, and the one who stayed with him all day was the cursing house elf.

Then, he turned his attention to Draco.

"Let's go now." Sirius said, "I brought flowers. To be honest, Harry, can you cast a bright charm on them?

I've never been good at this kind of fancy spell. Only James knows this when he's chasing girls."

Harry smiled, looked at the bunch of wilted flowers that Sirius took out, and waved his wand gently.

Then the group walked towards the hillside.

"I'm a person who doesn't care about these things." Sirius may have not talked to anyone other than Lupin for a long time, and soon opened up the conversation.

"During this time in the house, I must admit that I have lost my sensitivity to time.

It was not until Lupin brought back a small fir tree that I realized Christmas was coming.

I also realized that maybe I should come and see.

My mother is indeed very noisy, but she did remind me to come and see Regulus."

Harry nodded continuously, thinking that maybe he could take a leave at Christmas and see if he could go back to Godric's Hollow.

It's time to sweep the snow.

The tomb sweeping was over quickly, and the snow was piled up high as expected.

After a conversation facing the tomb, Hermione stood on the top of the hill and looked out, and soon noticed a strange thing on the next hill.

"What is that?" Hermione said.

"It looks like another tomb." Ron muttered, "I noticed it last time."

"It's so pitiful that no one swept the snow for him." Hermione said, walking towards the small hill over there.

"She's such a kind girl, isn't she?" Draco looked at Harry teasingly.

Harry wanted to smash his head into the snow.

No, in the ground.

Sirius decided to continue talking to Regulus here. The group also felt that it was not suitable to stay here, so they walked towards Hermione, intending to return to the warm bar.

Maybe visit Hogsmeade again? Oh, some people’s Christmas gifts aren’t ready yet.

Arriving on the hillside, Harry waved.

"Hermione, we are going back, what about you?"

"Me?" Hermione turned her head in confusion: "Um, Harry, Draco, maybe you should come and take a look at this."

"What weird thing?" Draco swayed towards the tombstone carelessly.

"Let me see what I need to see personally—"

His eyes began to shift and looked at the inscriptions on the tombstone.

"Here lies Aurelius Dumbledore, who faithfully wished to be buried near his father."

Draco looked surprised and joked: "Oh, your surname is Dumbledore. It's really weird, isn't it? The principal's illegitimate son? This is big news."

Then, his gaze continued downward.

"His lover Nagini would also like to sleep here with him."

"What?" Draco murmured, his face stiff, as if he felt that he had seen it wrong.

Then, he gently touched the line of words with his fingers.

Harry also stood stiffly, frowning.

Draco turned around. He was still squatting on the ground, his face as white as frost.

"Do you think there is something wrong with my pronunciation?" he asked.

Harry shook his head stiffly.

"But..." Draco's teeth were trembling: "Didn't she go on a trip? I, Harry, will have a farewell party in September.

That night I even drank in front of Principal Dumbledore and was not scolded."

He couldn't stop muttering, his words breaking like snowflakes.

"Draco." Harry raised his hand, trying to calm him down.

"Then! Is this the fucking journey? What? Death is a greater adventure, right?

You are simply treating someone like a three-year-old child!

I thought she.me."

As he spoke, he walked down, towards the Pig's Head Bar.

Seeing Draco's furious look, Ron was a little frightened and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with him?"

"He" Harry felt a stone stuck in his throat, and after a long time he said vaguely: "He, he likes this sister named Nagini very much."

Then, he quickly walked towards the Pig Head Bar.

Surprisingly, Draco still maintained his self-restraint.

He doesn't look like a fool whose mind is filled with rage.

He was sitting in front of the bar, talking quietly with the owner of the Pig Head Bar.

Just from the hand holding the wand, it can be seen that he is really not calm now.

"Yes, that's her. She's dead, understand!!" Aberforth punched the bar counter hard, causing the wine glass to fall to the ground with a crackling sound.

"They all know!" Draco said gloomily: "I am the only one who acts like a fool. I still think that her journey must be pleasant, otherwise why would she not bring back any news."

"Isn't that right? She can't bring back any news, anything!!" Aberforth's face gradually turned hot and red.

"Then tell me, why did she die?" Draco growled: "At least you have to give me an excuse."

"Who do you think you are?" Aberforth retorted: "Don't put your face on yourself, no one cares about you."

Draco's hand clenched tightly, as if he wanted to break the wand.

Finally, he took a deep breath and suppressed all his anger.

"Listen, Mr. Aberforth," he said.

"I know you may not want to mention this matter. I'm also sorry. I'm sorry that I have been adding salt to your wounds during this period.

I am indeed no one

But I want to know an answer!

At least, at least, you should let me know the truth! "

Aberforth's expression gradually softened. He sighed and looked at Harry standing next to him.

Indeed, all of them hid it from the two children.

Then he took out a bottle of tequila and poured a glass for Draco and another for himself.

Picking up the cup, he leaned on the bar and looked at the cloudy window glass.

After watching it for a while, he slowly spoke.

"Yes." He whispered: "She actually died at that time.

Everyone has different opinions on the cause of her death.

Nagini herself said that she wanted to die on her own and felt that there was no point in living.

Mu En said that it was not Nagini who died, but a tragedy he created.

But let me see it."

As he spoke, he sighed.

"This is the blood curse." He finally said: "It's a blood curse that even Moon and Dumbledore can't solve."

Finally, he set his sights on Draco.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?" He asked: "She is a blood-cursed orc, and this extremely dark magic created all of this.

Even if Dumbledore and Moon tried their best, they could not free her from the suffering of the blood curse. "

"Blood curse." Draco murmured in disbelief.

Then, without paying attention, he fell to the ground.

"Is she a blood-cursed orc?" he asked again, as if he couldn't believe the answer.

"That's right," Aberforth said again.

Draco suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. It seemed that his heart, lungs, and even all other internal organs were empty, making his whole body begin to feel uncomfortable.

"Blood curse. Orcs," he murmured in a low voice: "This curse. Even Dumbledore and Professor Jones can't remove it?"

"Yes, how many more times do you have to ask?" Aberforth said impatiently.

The next moment, he saw the boy who had fallen to the ground, staggering up and running towards the outside of the bar and towards the castle.

Looking at Draco's back, Aberforth was silent for a moment before looking at Harry and the others.

"Reality is not always easy to accept, is it?"

"Indeed." Harry nodded helplessly, recalling the first time he saw Nagini in his mind.

At that time, she was still a snake.

Suddenly he rushed out of the forest, startling himself.

Meanwhile, Castle.

A black octopus flew quickly along the path.

If Draco's mood just now was one of confusion, then now, he had another mood.

Blood Curse Orcs.

He actually knew one.

Moreover, the two are familiar with each other.

It wasn't until he arrived at the castle that the tentacles on his body slowly retracted.

Walking quickly underground, he came to Slytherin's lounge and quickly found the figure.

"Astoria!" he said hurriedly.

"What's wrong?" Astoria turned around and was surprised to see Draco: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you go to Hogsmeade?"

"I" Draco's words suddenly stopped.

In fact, he didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Malfoy, where is my little cake?" Astoria asked with a smile.

"I forgot." Draco whispered, and then changed the subject: "How are you lately?"

"What kind of strange question is this?" Astoria asked doubtfully, "Very good."

"No, I'm talking about it." Draco said quickly: "Astoria, are you really a blood-cursed orc?"

"Shh-" Astoria covered Draco's mouth nervously: "Why do you suddenly ask this question? You know the answer."

"Okay." Draco nodded.

Inexplicably, he seemed to have seen the future, the girl's tomb.

"I" Draco nodded: "Well, I have nothing to do, I just want to confirm this matter again."

"Okay." Astoria nodded: "I'm going to the library now, what about you?"

"I don't want to go anywhere, I want to take a rest." Draco said tiredly.

"Okay." Astoria turned around and waved briskly: "See you at dinner."

"See you in the Great Hall," Draco said.