Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 292 Snake Head and Lion Head

On the stairs leading from the second floor to the third floor of the exhibition hall, there was a slight sound of footsteps on the white marble.

Ron's voice sounded, and he asked, "Are there any other insurance measures on the Philosopher's Stone?"

"No." Sindel replied, "The Philosopher's Stone will be placed in the exhibition hall before the opening of the exhibition hall in the morning, and will be collected by Mr. Dumbledore when the exhibition hall closes in the evening."

"Yes, yes." Ron licked his dry lips under the invisibility cloak. "I know all this. It's only at noon, right? Noon is the best opportunity."

"If there weren't those Aurors here, yes," Sindel replied.

"Okay, shut up now." Ron said, picking up the painting and walking towards the NL&AD exhibition hall on the third floor.

Soon, he arrived in front of the glass case of the Philosopher's Stone.

Even if it was just placed in this cabinet, he could clearly see the glittering brilliance emitted by the blood-colored gem, and he expressed incomparable admiration for it.

Immortality, there is no one who does not desire this.

Even though it has side effects, when it appears in front of me, I can't hide my excitement.

At the same time, he couldn't help but imagine in his mind how noble and perfect his master would be when he got him.

At that time, no matter who it is, no one can stop the master's great cause.

By that time, wizards will become a supreme race above Muggles.

Then he shook his head, stopped indulging in his own wonderful vision of the future, drew out his wand, and started to work.

There are three types of spells on the display case of the Philosopher's Stone.

One is the magic lock, which is responsible for opening and closing magic. The second is a powerful protection spell. The third is the alarm spell.

When the first two spells are triggered, the alarm spell will be connected, conveying the news of the theft of the Philosopher's Stone display case to the caster.

There is no doubt that the destination of this message is either Dumbledore or Moon Jones.

Little Batty didn't intend to put much effort into the alarm spell.

In fact, Sindel had a lot to offer him.

According to her, Dumbledore and Jones spent some time in Jones's office discussing the security of the Philosopher's Stone.

She heard all of this and then passed it on to little Barty exactly as it was.

So now all he had to do was take the things out from here.

Sharp magic power surged out from the tip of the wand and began to probe the magic stone display case.

Then he gathered his mind and tried the display case little by little.

Just then, two footsteps suddenly appeared.

Ron was quick to pull on his invisibility cloak and hide himself.

But in the blink of an eye, two footsteps stopped abruptly nearby, followed by a panting sound.

"He's not here." said the man at the snakehead, with anger in his eyes, as if the punch he had thrown with all his strength had gone in vain.

Then, the lion looked around vigilantly: "Not here. That doesn't make sense. He should be here. Where else can he be attracted here?"

Under the invisibility cloak, Ron's brows gradually frowned.

Who are these two people?

He knew the snakehead among them. He was previously involved in Sirius' disappearance and was now on the Ministry of Magic's wanted list.

But he didn't recognize the lion head.

At present, the mainstream speculation in the outside world is that they are an illegal fairy organization.

After all, goblins have been doing evil in the magical world for many years, so it is not surprising to see a goblin organization appear every once in a while.

Besides, what are these two guys doing here? Who are they looking for?

Is this organization also interested in something from the Expo right now?

The Philosopher's Stone? Obviously not, otherwise they would have come this way a long time ago.

"Other places?" Neville asked with some confusion.

"It doesn't make sense." Draco said, looking carefully at the display case of the Philosopher's Stone. "There is no reason why he shouldn't be here, unless - that guy deceived us."

"There's no reason why he would lie to us," Neville asked back.

"I don't know either." Draco shook his head helplessly: "But this is the fact, he is not here, let's go, maybe we have to look somewhere else."

"Maybe in Professor Jones's exhibition hall?" Neville said, and then walked towards Professor Jones's exhibition hall with Draco.

After a moment, the two disappeared from Ron's sight.

He then took off his invisibility cloak, his eyes filled with confusion, but he quickly drew out his wand and continued to crack the Philosopher's Stone display case.

A few minutes later, as the huge glass cover slowly rose, the blood-colored Philosopher's Stone showed its color in front of Ron without being blocked by glass.

It looks even more gorgeous than before, and even more fascinating.

The next moment, a curse came.

"Everything exploded—"

Almost instinctively, Ron waved the wand in his hand, pulling the huge glass cover towards the incoming spell to block it.

The next moment, the tempered glass shattered into pieces and flew everywhere.

"What a powerful spell!" Ron couldn't help but fall backwards, but he turned over skillfully, stood up again, and stared at the two of them sharply.

"You are not Weasley," Draco said, his tongue hissing threateningly, "That idiot wouldn't have that kind of look."

"Are you coming for me?" Ron looked at the two in surprise, clenching his wand in his hand.

"Whoever wants the Philosopher's Stone, I'm here for him." Draco took a step forward.

"Haha, it turns out to be Dumbledore's dog." Ron chuckled softly.

Then, when Draco was about to retort, he was suddenly bumped and Neville, wearing a lion mask, walked forward.

"I just have one question. Are you - Barty Crouch Jr?"

"Barty Crouch Jr." Ron stood up slowly with a sneer on his face.

"Please don't add the word 'little', and of course, don't call me 'Bati II.'" He gradually spread his hands, as if making a grand self-introduction.

"Barty Crouch Jr. is dead. Please call me Barty Riddle!"

When he mentioned that surname, his face was even full of satisfaction, as if he had obtained some kind of honor, as if the gods had blessed him.

Even to the point of - crazy!

"Everything explodes--" Neville no longer hesitated and cast a spell directly at Batty.

"You will pay for what you have done," he roared.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Draco was about to use Transfiguration to create vines to grab Barty.

However, the ground here offered a strong resistance to his transfiguration.

"Damn it, these are the creations of Transfiguration, they are resisting my secondary transformation!" Draco growled, then waved his wand: "Villa Vito——"

The robe on his body attacked Batty like a sharp sword.

"Armor protection--" Little Barty just waved his wand lightly, and a transparent shield appeared in front of him.

He just took a step back, turned around, picked up the picture frame, and at the same time picked up the magic stone that had just fallen to the ground.

"I don't know what you guys are going to do, but—"

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth raised, his red hair gradually changed color, and the freckles on his face gradually disappeared.

"goodbye!"

"Get back here!" Neville rushed towards him.

The next moment, he was approaching Batty.

"Lionhead, get back here." Draco was horrified. He had already seen what irrational and stupid thing Neville was going to do.

However, he found that he could not keep up with Neville's speed at all at this moment.

This guy is unconsciously driving his magic power to achieve his goal of "catching" Batty?!

The next moment after Batty said goodbye, his whole body began to spin.

At the same time, Neville approached and grabbed his arm.

Then, in Draco's horrified eyes, the two disappeared before his eyes.

At the same time, a heavy stomping sound appeared in Draco's ears.

A black short-haired cat's head appeared beside him.

"I really wish I could fly." Harry said in a low voice with some difficulty.

He could tell what was happening here just from the fluctuations here.

"What should we do? Contact Professor Jones and what will he say?" Draco asked.

"He sent me to take a look, but look at the current situation"

Harry didn't want to tell Draco that Uncle Moon and Dumbledore were watching from behind, but the current situation was beyond his control.

Then, just as Harry was about to turn around to report the matter to Muen, Muen's voice was heard behind them.

"Come here, come here," he said.

Harry turned around and walked over, quickly following the sound to Moon's exhibition hall.

Soon, he saw Mu En's portrait on the wall.

Well, before, he thought that this painting was just like the cat head statue on the wall outside, just a simple artwork with the image of Mu En.

Now it seems that is not the case at all.

"I've found the location." Moon said, "You guys go by yourselves, Hogsmeade is enough to keep me busy."

As he spoke, the picture on the painting behind Mu En began to flow, just like watching a video.

"Her location is anchored in Northern Ireland. Well, it's across the sea. The location scene is here. The longitude and latitude are."

After a moment, the background behind him returned to pure black, and he looked straight ahead.

"If you have nothing else to do, let's go now."

"Okay!" Harry nodded and looked at Draco.

"Grab my shoulders," he said.

"Wait. You are kidding." Draco swallowed. "Although I know you can Apparate, but relying on photos to anchor, and from Scotland to Northern Ireland..."

How do you say that in Muggle terms?

He didn't dare to sit in the car driven by this driver.

But Harry didn't give him too much time, and just urged him one last time: "Hurry up."

"Well, damn it, you can't get away if you die anyway." Draco said angrily, then put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

The next moment, his hands clenched into fists again, tightly grasping his clothes.

Then, lingering, misty magic runes began to appear around Harry. They appeared quickly and then disappeared quickly.

The next moment—bang!

With a sound of air being sucked out, the two people disappeared from the spot.

Northern Ireland, amidst the whistling wind and brilliant swirling colors, Neville fell heavily to the ground.

His arm had been scratched and bleeding by the cracks in the space. Looking closely, one could still find damage to his arm, as if several pieces of flesh had been gouged out during the apparition just now.

At the same time, the moment Sindel appeared, her hand involuntarily grasped a blood-red gem pendant on her chest and looked around.

This place seemed to be on the edge of a rural village. The nearest house was a dilapidated three-story wooden house, which was consistent with the solitary nature of wizards and even more consistent with Batty's identity as a fugitive.

But no one focused their attention on her, so no one noticed what she did.

Neville staggered to his feet and looked at Batty, who was also covered in blood due to being scratched by the space like him.

"You deserve to die!" He just said this briefly, without caring where he was or thinking of asking for help.

"Should I die?" Batty looked at him in surprise. "It's really strange. What did I do to make you hate me like this?"

Then he shook his head: "Forget it, catch him."

Then, several figures quickly appeared from the wooden house behind him.

"Death Eater," Neville gritted his teeth.

Several Death Eaters walked towards Neville. At the same time, a thin figure stood next to little Barty.

"Are all of you back?" Barty looked at the Death Eaters beside him with dissatisfaction.

Originally, the target of his orders was just the two people who were waiting here.

"If you are not blind, you can see that there are fewer people here." The sinister voice of the person next to him sounded, mocking Batti mercilessly.

"Where are they?" Barty looked at the people around him with some dissatisfaction: "Are they still in Hogsmeade?"

Hearing this, the people around Batty were also confused.

They even Disapparated away after seeing their accomplices being scared away by Moon Jones.

But when they arrived here, they could not find any trace of those people.

So he had no answer to Batty's question.

He just kept silent and turned his attention back to Neville. At this moment, he kept defending against the spells around him, dodging those evil spells while dodging.

"They don't look like members of the fairy group, but why are these guys so small?" He was quite doubtful.

"student?"

"No, that's ridiculous."

"Petrification--" Then he raised his wand and seized the opportunity to catch Neville's fall.

The next moment, Neville flew backwards.

"Catch this man and uncover his shame." He gave orders calmly.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet!" Batty looked at the man, his face gradually flushed: "Where did those people go? Are they planning to betray the Dark Lord?"

"I don't know." He turned his head slowly.

"What else could it be?" A voice suddenly sounded in the grass, accompanied by the sound of air twitching.

"He must be dead, what else do you think?"