Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

The next morning, it’s time for morning exercise.

The violent storm from last night had subsided a little, but the thick blue-gray clouds were still hanging low over the Sue Heights. Looking up, it seemed as if the highest spire of Hogwarts had pierced into the clouds.

During morning exercise, Hermione was already staggering, and in a trance, Harry held her up.

"After all, we have to eat, don't we?" Harry said, helping him to the stairs to rest.

"You're right." Hermione nodded, feeling very depressed.

When she tossed and turned in her bed in the dormitory last night and couldn't sleep because of hunger, she realized how stupid and foolish she had done.

"Don't worry, I'll have breakfast in a bit." Hermione said, "I've decided to solve this problem in a better way."

"I agree." Harry nodded, but he was actually a little unsure whether the 'good method' Hermione mentioned was really that good.

After breakfast, they went their separate ways, and the Slytherins soon arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor.

"The content of this year's study is very simple." Mu En walked slowly on the podium: "The main thing is to understand some real, non-positive evil curses."

Ravenclaw's Mike quickly raised his hand.

"Professor, what is a non-positive curse?"

Moon walked down, waved over Mike's head, and then turned around while explaining slowly.

"For example - curse, this is the most typical one." He said, and at the same time let everyone see a hair in his hand.

Suddenly, he flipped his hand and took out a scarecrow.

"Oh, Professor, that's not possible." Mike quickly covered his head. In the magic world, even if no one has seen it, they must have heard of the horror stories of magic of stabbing vampires.

"Hair loss is a very normal thing." Mu En just smiled and returned to the podium while speaking.

"Each of us sheds an average of ten to twenty hairs a day. If you have fur like me, it might be even more. So if we are not prepared, it is easy for us to be caught."

As he said this, he placed the hair on the scarecrow, and black flames began to burn for no reason, emitting black, smelly smoke.

Then, Mu En lifted up the scarecrow again and waved his hand in front of his face.

A soft cat hair appeared in his hand and he aimed it at the scarecrow and began to wave it up and down.

The next moment, Mike began to twitch, his face turned red, and he fell to the ground in a moment.

"Professor, professor, stop it." Mike's friend laughed and pretended to plead for him.

After a moment, Mu En withdrew his hand.

"The curse of the scarecrow also has different levels. The high level is just like this. I only need a strand of hair to forcibly control his armpits and other senses. The low level... Even if you throw the scarecrow into the fire, it may only cause a localized mild burn.

The fundamental reason is that when we attack the other party through the scarecrow, we are actually attacking the cursed object, that is, the scarecrow itself. "

Moon simply briefly explained the characteristics of the Scarecrow's curse while waiting for Mike to stand up again.

"Like I said, this is a curse that doesn't fight us head-on."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze downwards.

"Does anyone remember what I said when I first took this course? About the OWLs exam."

Harry raised his hand quickly.

"You said that even if you don't want to take this course, as long as you know the Armor Protection Charm, you can directly stop taking this course and get a passing score in OWLs."

Mu En nodded: "Yes, the armor is enough to deal with most of the dangers in life, especially direct dangers.

So this year's course, even if it is above the passing level, is the most important content.

This spell is a universal spell that can simply clear unnecessary links on ourselves when we encounter non-positive dangers. "

"Unnecessary links on the body?" Someone was a little confused.

"That's right!" Mu En nodded: "Many things on our body are related to ourselves, such as the hair just now, which is something we all know.

But there is one more, one that is more common, can anyone tell me?"

Harry raised his hand again, but Moon glanced at him and ignored him.

After a moment, a young Ravenclaw wizard raised his hand.

"Mr. Parker, please." Moon raised his hand.

"Professor, is that our name?"

"Bingo!" Mu En's palm turned into a crisp snap of his fingers: "Five points for Ravenclaw."

"Yes, the name." Mu En nodded: "Then, does anyone dare to tell me a name that contains great power? The one we all know."

As he spoke, his eyes began to scan below.

"I know, this is just my bad taste, but I can't use up all the extra points I get every year, so how about 20 points?" He raised the stakes and tempted.

Yes, everyone knew what he wanted.

But

These little wizards focused their attention on Harry.

"Mr. Potter, don't worry. I won't answer him." Moon said, "If you guys in Slytherin want this score, you can only count on others."

Mu En was not in a hurry. This was just a matter of convenience. In essence, it was just because the name Voldemort was indeed the best example of a name with magic power.

"Names do have magical power. For example, it is recorded in 'Hogwarts: A History of the School' that after our little wizards' magic riots, their names will be recorded in a magic book called the Book of Admission.

It was through this that Hogwarts became aware of all the children with wizarding talent in Britain.

Next, let’s talk about the mysterious man.

You might think that the magic in this name must be very powerful and huge. That's why every time we hear his name, we feel cold all over and can't help feeling fear. "

The little wizard below nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"But the fact is, it was originally a common name, with just a little bit of magic, like Bob, Smith, etc. It's no different."

"Then why are we so scared?" Finally, someone boldly asked the question instead of waiting for Mu En to passively give them input.

"Remember what Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick said about an important element of spellcasting?"

He asked again, and this time, Draco raised his hand.

Mu En was a little surprised and motioned for him to stand up.

"mood."

"That's right!" Mu En nodded: "The weak magic in the name, coupled with the [public emotion - fear] brought to everyone in this society by the mysterious man's cruel behavior, is what created the huge magic in this name.

This is why some young wizards, even if they have never heard of the name of the mysterious man in their first eleven years, will fall into fear of this name not long after arriving at Hogwarts. "

"Caught up in public sentiment?!" Mike said quickly.

"pretty."

"In other words, as long as we are free from public sentiment, we can boldly say that name?"

"That's the logic, but it's not easy to do." Mu En smiled and spread his hands: "Now that we have explained the logic, is there anything else you don't understand?"

The little guys below all shook their heads, and basically few of them were distracted in his class.

After all, Mu En has few theoretical classes, and the few theoretical classes, like this one, are full of "powerful teaching materials" such as scarecrow curses and mysterious men.

"Great, anyone want to try and get those twenty points?"

After the words fell, the classroom fell into silence again.

After a moment, under the gaze of everyone, a man stood up tremblingly.

Draco!

"I'll do it." He swallowed and took a deep breath.

The whole classroom became extremely silent.

But no matter who it was, no one had the thought of 'No, please don't say that name' anymore.

At least now they dare to accept, or are trying to accept, hearing that name.

Draco held his breath, his whole body trembling, sweat on his forehead

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he slowly spoke.

"LLord Voldemort—"

In an instant, the air in the entire classroom dropped several degrees.

Just when almost everyone was in fear, Moon raised his wand.

"The spring breeze sweeps away——"

An invisible breeze appeared, sweeping away the fear and coldness.

Mu En raised his wand with a smile on his face.

“Now, do you know our learning goals for this semester?”

"I know."

"Don't worry too much." Mu En smiled and said, "When we faced the Red Hat last year, we learned the Vitality Spell. Remember? This is one of its higher-level spells. Although it's a bit difficult, I don't think it's impossible.

Oh, and by the way, twenty points for Slytherin, which Mr. Malfoy got for you."

Time passed slowly. This year's courses were undoubtedly much heavier. Harry also knew why Uncle Moon did not assign him any tasks this year. Because he had to arrange the specific time in detail by himself.

Fortunately, there is no Quidditch match this year, so he can have some free time.

In fact, if there had been no Triwizard Tournament, Harry would have been forced to confront Mike and tell him that he really didn't have enough time.

Everyone thinks that starting to increase the intensity of study for OWLs in the fourth grade is a sensitive and exaggerated choice.

Except for Professor McGonagall and Hermione!

Professor McGonagall's homework was longer than in previous years, and when others were quietly complaining about the Transfiguration homework, Hermione said righteously - "This is actually what we should have done in our third year."

Snape has already started to let the young wizards conduct in-depth research on the properties of the medicine and asked them to come up with an antidote on their own.

He said gloomily that he would pick two lucky people before Christmas and put poison in their soup.

If the lucky guy can't make the antidote himself, then just wait and drink the good juice.

Professor Flitwick assigned them another reading task, asking them to prepare three more books in preparation for practicing the Flying Spell.

However, the problem was that even though a few people already knew how to cast the Flying Charm, such as Harry, Neville and the others, the homework assigned by Professor Flitwick was about those three books, and they had to take time to read them in order to complete the homework.

In comparison, Hagrid's class was so good that it was almost unbelievable.

He strictly followed the advice given to him by Professor Lupin and did not use some animals that were not too cute as his subject.

But after Harry and his friends visited him at the weekend and saw the nest of skrewts in his yard, they knew that Hagrid's wonderful appearance would not last long, and sooner or later he would not be able to hold back.

Three weeks later.

At dinner time, Harry looked at his notes while manipulating his knife and fork to cut the steak.

Now he is able to empower small biological foundations and also empower his own cortical magic.

But there is still a long way to go before you can get started.

All the content he has mastered now is empowered on a realistic basis, such as frogs, toads, mice, etc.

But it is far from being able to create such unique creations as the [biological disinfection machine] and [eye monitor] like Mu En.

After eating dessert, the two saw Hermione running over with a box and two rolls of parchment.

She was in high spirits and seemed to be in a good mood, which to be honest was a rare sight since the start of the school year.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Look!" Hermione opened the box, revealing what was inside.

The box contained about fifty badges, all in different colors, and all with the same letters on them: SPEW.

"'Vomit'?" Harry picked up a badge. "What does that mean?"

"It's not vomit." Hermione rolled her eyes and explained, "It's SPEW. It means Society for the Advancement of House-Elves."

"Ah, this." Draco looked at Harry with a bad look on his face.

"I just founded this. What do you think? As long as the two of you join in, this rights promotion association will be almost established!"

Draco's face twitched a little, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "My stomach is fine, so I don't need to carry this badge around."

"It's SPEW!" said Hermione angrily. "I wanted to call it the Movement for the Suppression of Cruelty to Our Magical Friends and for an Improvement of the Legal Status - but it didn't quite fit. So I've made that the title of our Society's manifesto."

She waved the parchment at them.

"I've been researching this in depth in the library. Elves' slavery goes back centuries. I can't believe no one has done anything about it."

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Draco was a little annoyed: "I remember I said this was domesticated by wizards, just like a dog. Do you know what a dog is? Would you call a dog a slave? Dogs are also very smart!"

"Our short-term goal is to ensure that house-elves receive reasonable wages and a good working environment!" Hermione directly drowned out Draco's voice with her own, and the surrounding Slytherins looked over here.

Now, even Draco and Harry's reputation could not suppress them. They turned their faces away and giggled.

"Our long-term goals include changing the law against the use of wands and getting an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, as the interests of elves are alarmingly underrepresented."

"How can we do this?" Harry asked.

"First, we need to develop members." Hermione said excitedly, "I think participants have to pay two silver coins to buy badges, and the income can be used to print flyers. You are the treasurer, Draco, and I have prepared a special piggy bank.

Harry, you are the secretary, you need to write down everything I say now as our meeting record."

No one spoke for a moment, and Hermione looked at the two of them happily.

While Harry and Draco were still looking at each other and discussing how to deal with the situation, Hermione turned her head to Crabbegoyle again.

"Oh, damn it!" Crabbe fell off the bench, holding his stomach. "Goyle! Goyle! My stomach hurts! Help me!"

"Crabbe, no, don't, I'm taking you to the infirmary now."

As they spoke, the two of them hurriedly supported each other and left the auditorium at flying speed.

"Uh." Draco pushed the parchment back. "Why don't you consider Ron and Neville first, or your other friends in Gryffindor. I think they are closer to you and would be more willing to work with you, and the efficiency would be much higher."

"Good idea!" Hermione pushed the badge to Draco again, then picked up the box and ran towards it.

Seeing Hermione leave, Draco picked up the badge and took a deep breath.

"Honestly, if I crush this badge, will you think I don't respect her?" Draco asked seriously.

"I don't know either." Harry was a little helpless: "I don't have time to be a secretary."

"You're not really going to wear the damn thing?"

"That's a bit too much to ask." Harry shook his head and put the thing in his pocket.

"I should have recommended her to Professor Jones." Draco smiled wickedly, "She will definitely run into a wall."

Then he added: "I thought you would always depend on her?"

"Do I look like a mindless pig?" Harry gave him a lifeless look.

Obviously, he didn't want to talk about this topic of vomiting.