Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Hogwarts, third floor of the castle.

Not So Magical Club, today is Tuesday, the club's activity room is used by students from the music department, the melodious sounds of violin and piano emanating from it, attracting students in the corridor to stop and take a look.

There were only three people in the activity classroom, and the others were in a separate practice room.

In addition to the people playing the piano and the violin, the other person closed his eyes and gently followed the beat with his fingertips.

This is a song released in 1982 called "Casablanca", a very popular and gentle song.

As the piano music paused for a moment, the standing boy gently began to sing.

"I fell in love with you watching Casablanca——"

Just when he entered the first line of lyrics.

boom!

The door of the classroom was suddenly opened, and the piano and singing were abruptly interrupted.

“Ahhhh!!” The boy looked at the person who came with dissatisfaction, and then saw two familiar figures.

"Fred, George! I just had a feeling, you two damned guys!"

"Oh," George laughed hastily.

"Well, we didn't expect you were singing, okay, Pillard, so it's not entirely our fault." Fred also smiled awkwardly.

"If I don't blame you, who else can I blame?" Pillard cleared his throat. The student who was playing the piano took his hands off and turned to look at George and Fred.

"Okay, what's the matter that brought you here in such a hurry? Did the professor say something? You guys wouldn't normally be like this."

"Oh, yes, let's get down to business!" George quickly avoided the subject.

As he spoke, he quickly called out to the students in the isolated piano rooms, and then the two of them stood on the stairs in the activity room.

Fred saw everyone's attention focused on him, and without further delay, he said, "The time for the duel competition has come!"

"what?"

"What does this have to do with us?!"

"George, don't waste your time."

"Hey, I'm Fred." Fred corrected with a smile, and then explained: "Did you forget that?"

"Which one?"

"The opening ceremony!" George said quickly, "For the performance part, we can all decide on our own ideas for the duel, but we can't miss the performance."

After hearing this, the students below suddenly understood.

"Although the professor hasn't said anything yet, based on what he said on the stage last year, there will definitely be this link. We can prepare to sign up," Fred also said.

"It's boring." A classmate scratched his ears in a disinterested manner: "I practice the piano not for performance, but for myself."

Fred and George looked at each other.

Eh. Is that so?

The next moment, another word dispelled his concerns.

"What? I must participate! I learn this because I hope to be able to play big someday! George, sign me up!"

"Okay, what's your show?"

After hearing this, the student couldn't hold back any more and thought about it for a long time. He was just a violinist, and although he could perform alone, he felt that something was missing.

"It seems you still need to discuss it." Fred seemed to have anticipated this situation.

"You guys discuss it first. George and I will go and test the professor's attitude." Fred said as he walked down the stairs.

Mu En's office is not far from here and can be reached quickly.

The two walked out of the activity room and headed towards Professor Jones' office. Soon they arrived outside the office.

dong dong——

"Come in." Mu En's voice rang out.

The two knocked on the door and walked in, but saw nothing.

No professor, no fire in the fireplace, no anything.

"Professor, are you there?" George approached cautiously and saw a painting placed neatly in the middle of the table.

Well, because of the color and light, the two of them didn't notice the painting just now.

However, when they met at this moment, the two looked at each other, and seemed to have a common idea in their minds.

"Shut up!" Mu En in the painting scolded.

The two were stunned and quickly said aggrievedly: "Professor, we haven't said anything yet."

"I know what you are going to say." Mu En glanced at them and said, "It's nothing more than crying and shouting in sorrow, 'Professor, my dear professor, why did you die? You were so young——' or something like that."

"There's no last sentence, Professor," Fred corrected.

The professor is not that young in their minds.

"."

After a moment of silence, Mu En said, "That's true. Well, I'm not him anyway."

As he spoke, he stretched his body and said, "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Tell you?" Fred asked uncertainly.

"Well, in the future, if it's not a big deal, it will be troublesome to tell me first, right? But it will save him some time." There was obviously some resentment in Mu En's words.

After all, he also perfectly inherited Mu En's lazy dog, no, lazy cat attribute.

If he wasn't a hands-off boss, he wouldn't be willing to sit here in the office and deal with these chores.

But after a moment, George and Fred briefly told Moon about the problem of the opening ceremony performance, and then, with the other party's approval, they organized the registration activity for the opening ceremony performance as student leaders of the "Not So Magic Club".

As long as everyone has the idea to go on stage, there is basically no problem.

This is something that we welcome to see.

At the same time, in the underground potion classroom.

"Weasley! Are you a pig-head? As you grew up, did nutrients never visit your brain and only flow through your muscles and bones?!" Snape's iconic growl continued to echo in the quiet classroom.

No one dared to touch the angry Professor Snape's brow, no one dared!

Even though his voice was low, it was loud enough to echo in the classroom where you could hear a pin drop.

At this moment, in the dark underground classroom, there was a mixed smell of burning fat and the roots of some plants. The smell seemed to move, like a dogtail grass, making people's noses itchy.

Ron was disturbed by this smell just now and accidentally bumped into the potion he was brewing, resulting in too much sage being added, and as a result, the entire potion he was brewing exploded.

At this moment, he was covering his burned hand, his face flushed, but he lowered his head with a calm expression: "I'm sorry, Professor Snape!"

"Saying sorry is useless!" Snape growled, "Five points deducted from Gryffindor. You must pay the price for your stupid behavior."

"Okay, Professor." Ron just nodded calmly in response.

Snape took a deep breath, as if he had punched cotton.

Then, he turned around and left.

"Clean it up—" Harry waved his wand casually.

Draco's voice whispered in Harry's ear: "Hey, did you see that?"

"See what?" Harry asked confused.

"Didn't you notice Weasley's expression? He had a stern face the whole time." Draco said with a smile, "It was like when he was scolded by his mother as a child, and then he got angry and closed himself off, thinking that he wanted to be an alchemy doll who only knew how to listen and study, and had no emotions, and then made his parents regret it."

"Really?" Harry glanced at Ron.

Well, it was definitely that stern-faced look.

"Well, what if Ron is just in a bad mood? Or maybe he really wants to change or something." Harry said.

"Who would change like this?" Draco spread his hands, still not hiding the mockery on his face: "When I say I'm going to do something, do I use facial expressions to express it? Don't I express it with actions?"

To put it bluntly, Draco was disdainful of Ron's attitude.

Many aspects.

And Draco did express his thoughts with practical actions last year, instead of having a stern face and wanting to tell the whole world about the changes in his heart.

"Uh" Harry didn't know what to say.

"Let's wait and see. I want to believe that Ron has changed. And if this expression is true, it's really not good news. After all, what he went through before."

Hearing Harry say this again, Draco could only roll his eyes and pout in a sarcastic manner.

"Okay, okay, gentle Scarhead, boring Scarhead."

"Be quiet, you white-faced octopus," Harry retorted with a chuckle.

"Scarhead, if you talk again, get out of here." A big hand suddenly pressed down on Harry's head.

Professor Snape had quietly crept up behind them without them noticing.

Generally speaking, Professor Snape would not deduct points from Slytherin. Even if he did, it would usually be for Harry's fault.

And after finding fault with him, he would find another opportunity to get the points back from Harry.

As for the other so-called "strictness", it is only directed at non-Slytherin students and a small number of Slytherin people.

A very small number, such as people with the surname Porter.

"Sorry, Professor." Harry could only respond helplessly.

Soon, the bell rang, and Snape announced the end of the class after leaving them with a very long homework.

"Potter, stay and clean up," Snape said calmly.

"Okay Professor." Harry could only nod.

In fact, he didn't want his time to be wasted on such things. After all, he had too many things to do, such as practicing magic, doing homework, studying advanced courses, learning human alchemy, and chatting with the notebook used to practice brain occlumency.

If the dueling competition wasn't about to begin, he would have to devote some of his time to Quidditch.

What? Doesn't a duel tournament require some alone time?

This Harry really didn't think about taking the time to hit the ball as far as he could.

Not much pressure.

"You seem reluctant, but there is good news," said Snape.

Harry's face lit up a little when he heard this.

"The good news is that I don't care whether you are willing or not." Snape curled the corners of his mouth, as if sneering, and then walked out of the classroom, leaving him standing alone in the classroom.

After Snape left, Draco finally walked back from outside the classroom, laughing and clapping his hands.

"Ahaha, Pot."

"Oh you." Harry looked at Draco and hesitated to speak.

The reason why he hesitated to speak was not because he was at a loss for words, but because Harry was considering whether to take direct action against him.

"I don't know why the professor would do this." Harry could only shake his head helplessly.

"Who knows?" Draco laughed.

"He just...hates me, but not that much"

"I don't quite understand what you're saying," Draco said.

Harry waved his wand, then thought for a moment and tossed his hand.

"Well, you do it. Let's test your ability to cast multiple spells."

As he spoke, he found a random chair and sat down: "He is very nice to me. I can feel that the professor still cares about me, but on the other hand, he seems to hate to see me too comfortable."

Draco waved his wand and lifted up half of the cauldrons in the classroom. Then, as he cast a spell, a cleansing spell gradually passed over the cauldrons one by one, gradually cleaning them.

"He's nice to you? Why?" Draco felt like he was hearing a fairy tale.

"Why? Because of our parents' connections?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Then everything became clear.

Well, it was either the relationship between my father and Snape or the relationship between my mother and Snape.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with him.

"Not necessarily." Draco said: "After all, you are you, and your parents are your parents."

"Professor Snape must have something he wants from you, or he must have seen something he admires in you, which is why he has such an emotional projection on you."

"Huh?" Harry looked at Draco in surprise: "Why?"

In fact, in some aspects, especially in non-magical and non-No-Maj areas, Harry was very willing to consult Draco's opinions.

"Why? Because I think that as the head of Slytherin, I would not do such a thing as purely loving the whole family. Such a thing is very low-level! It shows that one cannot control his emotions well." Draco straightened his chest a little when he said this.

This includes his deep understanding of Slytherin's will.

"There must be some deeper reason between you and the professor that supports his dislike for you and his wish for the best for you."

"Disgust is my last name, that's easy to understand." Harry shrugged, but his expression gradually fell into thought.

In fact, I have gradually stopped pursuing anything about my parents.

Ever since I found their tombstones, all my wishes seemed to have found their home.

"By the way, Professor Snape used to be a Death Eater, you know that." Draco's sudden words interrupted Harry's thoughts.

In fact, it was not thinking, but just the aimless wandering of thoughts after I subconsciously thought of my parents.

"Ah, I know, but Dumbledore still let him teach here, and Uncle Moon doesn't hate him, so - I think Professor Snape can be trusted."

"Woohoo, smart choice, instead of thinking up conspiracy theories like those idiots in Gryffindor."

Draco glanced at Harry with condescending admiration.

"Those Slytherins who are proud of having a Death Eater as their head of house are stupider than those in Gryffindor. Not only stupid, but also evil!" Harry smiled.

"You are still so good at catching the idiots in Slytherin." Draco smiled, and then put the clean cauldrons into the cabinet one by one.

However, when he put everything in the cabinet, it could no longer fit.

"Oh damn, how much stuff is stuffed in here."

Harry raised his wand: "You'd better be gentle. If you damage any herbs, I will be in trouble."

Hearing this, Draco suddenly exerted more strength and stuffed the remaining two crucibles into the cabinet.

?

Draco just smiled.

The next moment, the cabinet door burst open uncontrollably.

A pile of debris and several bottles containing unknown medicinal herbs fell uncontrollably.

Harry waved his wand violently and caught these things steadily in mid-air.

"You're just one step away from making me get scolded and pay money." Harry looked at Draco unhappily, but unfortunately the other had already turned his head away and started whistling.

Helplessly, he could only put these things back into the cabinet as safely as possible.

However, there are indeed some extra things.

For example, a book.

"You see, the cabinet just can't hold it anymore, don't blame me." Draco shrugged.

"Maybe." Harry said indifferently, flipping through the book casually.

This is a book called "Advanced Potion Making" written by Libasho Pollach.

"Potions books for Netws' advanced class?" Draco was a little confused, and then Harry nodded in agreement to this question.

Then, he quickly saw a line of boys in this old notebook.

[This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince]

"Hehe, I'm still a pure-blood prince." Draco curled his lips, turned and walked out of the classroom.