Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 194 I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things (page 12)

On Thursday, during dinner time in the Great Hall, while the young wizards around were busy discussing the new competition arrangements for next week, Draco and Harry sat at the end of the long table, discussing the details in a low voice.

"Did you put on the invisibility cloak?" Draco asked warily.

“I have never put it down, these things have always been in my bag. Recently, I feel that my bag is too small and cannot hold so many things.

Do you know where to find a better carry-on backpack? It would be better if there are composite clothes.

To be honest, the small bag still doesn’t quite fit in.”

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Draco listened to Harry's ramble as he deboned a perfectly grilled lamb chop with a knife and fork.

This is too confidential.

"I know, let's talk about it during the holidays."

At this moment, Hedlund also came over, and the two of them quickly stopped talking.

He patted Harry on the shoulder and stood behind him: "Our final day is next week, how are you preparing?"

"It's not bad." Draco smiled and puffed out his chest: "I've practiced a couple of tricks."

"There should be no problem." Harry nodded: "What about you?"

"I have no problem, my goal is to be number one!" Hedlund did not hide his sharpness, and then looked at Harry in surprise.

"Has your potion been made?"

Their hands froze, and Harry turned his head in surprise: "You know?"

"The hint given by Professor Snape is very obvious. It's a pity that your knowledge of this magic is a little low at your age." Hedlund smiled, and then said with relief:

"Although I don't know why you chose this magic, after all, in my opinion, its risks and benefits are completely disproportionate.

But I still wish you good luck.

Don't worry too much, the teachers must have known about it. If you have any questions, remember to consult the teachers, especially Professor McGonagall. She is one of the registered animagus. "

It seemed that he just knew that Harry was practicing Animagus.

"Thank you for your concern." Harry nodded.

Hedlund said no more and turned to Draco: "There is no problem with my father. Malfoy, you can start communicating with your father.

Also, I can write to your father if necessary. "

"Are you ready? Okay, I'll write to him when I get back." Draco nodded quickly. During this period, he was focusing on the duel competition. He almost forgot about the Muggle world and his party. , if Hedlund hadn't come, he probably wouldn't have remembered until after Easter.

Later, Hedlund also sat down and discussed the details of communication with Draco.

As an observer, Harry also sensed a difficult meaning.

Yes, it's difficult - it's a lot of trouble.

It's like going to the Muggle world.

Just traveling.

But what is difficult is not convincing the elders to worry about their children, but mainly the prejudice against the Muggle world.

Seems particularly troublesome.

This made Harry start to reflect on what he said and did last year. Well, he suddenly felt that he fired the map cannon a little too hard last year.

After all, this seems to be a large-scale environment and a deep-rooted ideological issue.

After dinner, Harry came behind the statue of the one-eyed witch. After looking around for no one, he waved his wand.

"Separation of left and right——"

Then, he jumped and fell into the tunnel.

Soon, a figure came to the Pig Head Bar. Aberforth cast a slightly surprised look, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, children's classes are so easy now!

"Welcome, what do you want to drink?" He said the welcome words dryly. Harry glanced around and saw that the eldest sister was not there and had gone somewhere.

There was an extra picture frame on the bar counter. Every time Mr. Aberforth turned his face, the corner of his eye would inevitably flash across it, as if he did not dare to look directly at the things in the picture.

"Can I borrow the fireplace?" Harry asked.

"It's up to you. One thing can make you a handful of floo powder." Aberforth said: "You can only go to some public places. If you think randomly, you don't know where you will be directed."

"Oh, okay." Harry nodded repeatedly and took out three coins.

"Then I'll grab two more, just in case."

Aberforth smiled, took the coin, and then gestured Harry to look at a small wooden bowl above the fireplace.

"Thank you." Harry froze his waist that was about to bow slightly, then nodded casually, turned and walked towards the fireplace.

He wasn't used to putting on a mask to deal with these things. Draco had been responsible for communication before.

When he came to the fireplace, he thought about the address he had obtained from Paul before, then grabbed two handfuls of Floo powder and swung it down.

"Diagon Alley!"

The next moment, green flames suddenly rose, and Harry felt as if his head was spinning, and his whole body felt as if he had been forcibly stuffed into a rubber hose.

Then, suddenly, he appeared in the Leaky Cauldron.

News always spreads extremely quickly among drinkers. As soon as they landed, they felt many visiting and appraising eyes.

A man wrapped in bandages looked up to the sky and sighed, and quickly shrank into the corner again.

He had been frightened in the Hog's Head.

Now that I ran here, I didn't expect to meet each other again.

Why is the whole world targeting me? !

But what made him relieved was that the other party didn't stay here for too long. He just looked around and then left.

After seeing the other party disappear into the bar, he sat upright again and showed disdain to the drinker next to him: "Stop looking, this guy is just pretending to be a ghost."

The next moment, the orange cat's head popped out from behind again, its eyes glowing red in the darkness, staring straight at him.

"When will you learn to speak normally? Do you need someone to pull out your tongue?"

"Someone has already pulled it out." Someone next to him laughed.

Harry glanced at the man, then walked to the bar and said concisely: "Bring me a bottle of wine, unopened, expensive."

I didn't intend to waste too much time here, so I turned around and left.

When he arrived at Diagon Alley, he kept walking towards the depths.

Most wizards have little need for housing, and the manor house left by their family is enough.

The wizarding village in Godric's Hollow, an unknown old country house, and a secluded mountain hut

However, despite this, with the arrival of Muggle wizards in the wizarding world every year, and the unique anti-Muggle thoughts in the wizarding world, most people will join the wizarding circle after graduation.

So there is still some demand for housing.

That's a small residential area at the back end of Diagon Alley.

131B Diagon Alley.

Harry's figure stopped here. This was a pointed hut that looked like wizard hats from a distance. Not counting the roof, there are only two floors.

Next to the street, there is an alley where garbage has been piled up for a long time, and rats can be vaguely seen scurrying around.