Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 351 Death, Chariot

In Hogwarts, a group of students, big and small, were looking at the huge screen in the dueling arena.

The one in the picture at this moment is Furong, who is singing the mermaid song facing the moonlight.

Her tune was melodious and, as she sang, the surface of the Black Lake kept rising and falling, creating fine white waves on the shore, which inadvertently added a sense of tranquility to the stadium that night.

It would be better without those wolf howls.

The moonlight sprinkled on the lake, sparkling, Furong's silver waterfall-like hair and the moonlight complemented each other, water droplets passed across her cheeks, and finally dripped down. She had just come out of the water, and her robe stuck to her skin, outlining her beautiful curves.

For a moment, the students were stunned.

The next moment, the camera switches.

"Oh my! Will you take the photo?!"

"Cut? Who cut it?"

"Damn it, if you don't know how to take pictures, don't take pictures!"

However, soon their attention was drawn back to the scene in the picture.

The entire forbidden forest was in an uproar.

Neville was carrying the [Death], and besides the other warriors, there were three or four werewolves chasing him.

This is the most massive chase in the current arena.

"There are so many werewolves."

A low voice came into Lupin's ear. Because Lupin was holding the dog, the two of them sat in the corner of the spectator seats.

Lupin turned his head and saw Sirius's teasing look.

"I suggested this to Moon," said Lupin.

"Ah?" Sirius opened his mouth.

"Yes." Lupin nodded. "When Muen was designing this school, he sent me a letter and invited me to come to the school for a small meeting."

"A short meeting?"

"That's right." Lupin raised the corners of his mouth, remembering the argument at the meeting.

It wasn't really a quarrel, just some small arguments.

Everyone has some strict requirements for his own image. For example, Professor Flitwick hopes that he can become more mysterious, so Moon directly cut off his head.

Instead, there was a faceless head with the colors of the starry sky.

Professor McGonagall wished she were a little more cat-like, like her animagus.

And Professor Snape.

"I'm a [demon]? Why? This test is so stupid - I'm going to poison them, that would be fun, right?"

"At that time, Mu En asked me formally if I would mind appearing in this arena as a werewolf."

"You agree?" Sirius said strangely, "Aren't you working in the werewolf office now? How can you be sure that this will not further deepen everyone's negative impression of werewolves?"

"What's the big deal?" Lupin shook his head. "Besides, the one in the game was Professor Van Helsing, not me. I personally don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"Okay." Sirius nodded.

"And it was me who suggested that this school could have werewolf students," Lupin added.

"why?"

"Because... maybe I want the game to last until morning?" Lupin said uncertainly.

"I don't understand." Sirius shook his head.

"Let's talk about it in the morning." Lupin smiled.

In the arena.

"Longbottom! Get out of the way!" A roar was heard, and the trees fell down, as if a huge monster was about to rush out of the forest.

The next moment, Neville lowered his center of gravity, cast a levitation spell on himself, then kicked up suddenly and flew high.

A hippogriff appeared, and the man behind it was MacCherry, a seventh-year Slytherin.

He was strong and healthy, and he was riding on the hippogriff, and they were surprisingly well matched.

"Longbottom!" McCherry shouted, "I still want to fight the werewolves with the Chariot. Help me, and then we can go to Hagrid's hut together!!"

Neville's expression changed, and then he looked behind him.

"Help me first!"

"Okay." Mike nodded immediately, pulled the hippogriff by the neck, and then turned around reluctantly.

"You look a little disobedient?" Neville's face changed and he quickly dodged. His tail slapped the place where he had just stood like a steel wire.

Just scrape off a whole piece of bark.

"Sorry, we just met too." Mike said quickly, then raised his hand and waved forward.

"Charge, charge!!"

"They have very thick skins." Neville couldn't help but emphasize: "After these guys turned into werewolves, their fur was like a fire dragon."

As he spoke, Neville raised the puffer ball, and an armor protection was immediately cast, deflecting a spell shot from the darkness.

"How is it possible?! This was blocked?"

Neville looked at MacCherley who had already pounced on the werewolves. Neville stood on the tree branch and said with deep emotion: "Can you just let me go?"

The ones chasing him were a group of Durmstrang students. Since most of the Durmstrang students could see thestrals, these guys had been Neville's competitors ever since they entered the Death God mission.

Whether it is the task itself or after the task.

This is also the reason why, even though werewolves are wreaking havoc in the Forbidden Forest, there are still a group of people chasing him relentlessly.

Because these guys chased him all the way here from Yezhi's territory.

"Let you go? How is that possible?" A student dressed in Durmstrang uniform stood up.

"If you have this much time, you might as well accumulate your strength and wait to get other tarot cards." Neville said sincerely.

"Obviously, the easiest card to get right now is right here," the man said.

rustle--

Along with the sound of grass rustling, three more people appeared and surrounded Neville.

"You are surrounded, my friends of Hogwarts."

"You guys." Neville was speechless for a moment.

"That man said he wanted to form an alliance with you?" Another person said with a smile, "But I think it's a good thing that he stopped those werewolves."

"Will they form an alliance with us?"

After laughing and joking, they looked at Neville again and asked directly, "Why, have you started to help us distribute it?"

"You don't have to worry about that. We won't fight. We're not that stupid." Another person continued.

Neville inexplicably thought of Fred and George.

"Honestly, hand it over." The man who walked out first spread out his hands.

"There is a tradition of learning the Dark Arts at Durmstrang, but we don't want you to be attacked like that."

"Why are you?"

"There's no reason, we just want to win, that's all," the man said.

"Why do you force me like this?" Neville took a deep breath.

Then he suddenly waved his arms around his body.

"Fire Style Protection——"

However, the flames did not separate Neville from the crowd. Instead, they formed a big circle that surrounded everyone.

"You are surrounded by me." Neville said softly.

"how dare you?!"

"You actually-"

Before that

However, the leader of the four was stunned where he was.

"This is..." He looked at the blue flame in horror and remembered some things he had read in the book.

"This is... that person's flame?!!"