Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The dinner party started soon. Mu En wasted no time and walked downstairs after seeing the boat rowing across the black lake.

In the auditorium on the first floor, many children greeted him warmly. Mu En took a quick look and saw that most of the professors had already arrived at the guest of honor seat.

He walked forward quickly, and when passing by Flivi, he raised his wine glass high: "Aha, Mu En, you are finally here."

In fact, he didn't really want Mu En to take this position. He was worried that something would happen to Mu En.

After all, it's hard for Flitwick to find a friend who is so compatible and knows so much about magic.

As soon as he sat down, Severus turned his head.

"Jones, I'm curious as to how you should interpret that sentence on the intensive class selection form."

"Oh, yes, I'm curious too. You know, our dean has to provide course selection guidance for students." Flitwick also looked at Mu En curiously across Snape.

Speaking of this, Mu En also thought about it. Professor McGonagall had asked him before about the course selection criteria for the NEWTs intensive classes for sixth and seventh grade students.

Children at Hogwarts have two very important exams in seven years.

One is the OWLs exam, which is the ordinary wizard level exam and is taken in fifth grade. In addition to the six compulsory subjects, there are another six elective subjects, totaling 12 subjects.

The second is the NEWTs exam, the ultimate wizard level exam, the seventh grade exam.

In the middle of the two years, the sixth and seventh years, are the two school years when the management of children at Hogwarts is relatively loose, but the academic work may be more arduous.

Similar to university.

Although Mu En feels... this is a violation of higher education.

After all, the Ministry of Magic attaches great importance to the NEWTs test in recruitment, but the spellcasting ability of most people in the Ministry of Magic... Mu En took a quick look that day, and the evaluation was... a piece of cake!

The so-called Ultimate Wizard Examination seems to be very worthless, otherwise the magic world would not have stagnated for so many years.

Oh, and it’s not considered stagnant. Wolfsbane potion was invented more than 20 years ago.

That's all.

For this reason, Mu En does not want to be too strict in terms of OWLs results.

It is neither O (outstanding) like Snape, nor E (exceeds expectations) like most teachers.

Just an A (passing grade).

This request was simply unheard of at Hogwarts.

You know, OWLs can be retaken. In other words, as long as they are willing to put in some effort, no matter how stupid they are, they can pass the exam and choose courses.

According to Snape: "Putting those precious knowledge in front of a group of trolls is a waste and humiliation."

"Oh, of course." Mu En nodded: "But I will add one more sentence, right?"

"Those who are willing to go higher and further, or those who are willing to protect others, can come here to obtain Aegis to resist the cruel world."

Snape said dryly, seemingly dissatisfied with this pretentiousness.

Mu En smiled: "We all know that the magic world is not peaceful. I only came up with these words because of Quirrell's fallen experience.

As long as there are children who want to continue on the path of magic, I am willing to give them that shield. Just as Perseus on his journey gained Aegis. "

"It seems that you have compared yourself to an ancient Greek god?" Snape looked at him.

"Don't be so picky, Severus." Moon shook her head and said, "I'm very humble."

After Mu En explained this, he changed the topic and looked at them with interest: "By the way, I plan to..."

Just as he was talking, the door of the auditorium was opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in, whispered to Dumbledore, and then glanced at the three people talking together.

The three of them had no choice but to give up. After all, the sorting ceremony was coming soon, and it was obviously inappropriate for them to continue talking here.

Soon, Professor McGonagall led the first-year wizards into the auditorium. They looked nervous and expectant. His attention was gradually diverted by the singing of the Sorting Hat.

Because it was indeed very unpleasant to listen to, and I didn’t want to be nervous about the mysterious sorting ceremony.

Then they turned their attention to the guest of honor seat and noticed the famous Dumbledore and...

A…a cat-headed teacher? !

Wait, was that dried fish he just ate? !

"The one whose name I read comes forward!" Professor McGonagall's voice interrupted the children's rustling.

Soon, the sorting ceremony ended. Dumbledore stood up and gave a brief speech, and then the banquet began directly.

Mu En clinked glasses with the people around her and said after she had almost finished eating: "As for the topic just now, I plan to organize a club after it stabilizes after a while."

"No, I'm not interested at all." Snape refused simply, but Flitwick was very interested.

"I plan to organize a duel club. To be honest, I originally thought of a fight club, which is more bloody, but we are still wizards after all." Mu En said.

Snape's heart skipped a beat and he gasped.

Duel Club...Duel, Battle...Magic Defense...

Snape didn't build his own club, he didn't bother to waste his time on it.

But today, when Mu En mentioned the Duel Club, his mind turned and he understood what the role of this club was.

"Well... maybe this is a good idea, and I have plenty of time." Snape picked up the glass and turned around.

After hearing Mu En's idea, Flitwick immediately expressed his strong interest.

What many young wizards don't know is that the Charms teacher they see as an affable person who rarely loses his temper was once a dueling champion when he was young.

Unfortunately, he may not have that much time and can only participate in club activities occasionally.

Mu En had thought about inviting them both for a long time. There was no need to say more about Flitwick. As for Snape, although Moon didn't have much communication with him, it could be seen that he was very experienced in fighting.

Below, Harry was busy dealing with the first-year Slytherins. They were a little too enthusiastic, which made Harry uncomfortable.

After dealing with this, Draco looked at Harry: "Are you going to participate in the Quidditch selection?"

Harry immediately thought of the shooting star and said with a smile, "I'm afraid my friend will be very disappointed if I don't go."

"Okay." Draco smiled and raised his head: "I can tell you in advance that I will also participate. Maybe you can prepare tissues for your friend in advance."

Harry suddenly choked on his orange juice and coughed for a long time. He looked at Draco with a red face and couldn't understand why he was so arrogant.

When he went to the dormitory, he immediately understood.

I saw a luxurious broom appearing next to Draco's luggage. Carefully selected chestnut branches were used as the broom head, and they were tied with gilt copper sheets etched with fine runes.

The entire broom handle turns through two arcs to form a shape more suitable for riding.

On the end of the broom handle, there are golden words.

Nimbus 2001.

"How about it?" Draco proudly introduced to Harry: "Then you can see me riding him on the court to kill everyone."

As he said this, he immediately noticed the broom next to Harry's bed.

A soft broom head and a featureless broom handle.

Isn't this a broom used for sweeping the floor at home? !

"Harry, is this your broom?" Draco looked at him confused: "You use this... to win over other people's brooms?"

Draco couldn't bear to say anything else, and he didn't even compare it to his own Nimbus 2001.

Even against those old Comet models from Gryffindor, there was no way to fight.

"He can do it, I believe it." Harry raised a smile on his lips.

"Okay." Draco couldn't bear to hit Harry, and felt a little happy in his heart.

Finally regained a victory!

In the dead of night, a dark figure moved quietly and cautiously in the bedroom.

Sweeping the dust from Harry's bed towards Draco's bed.

…

The classes the next morning were pretty easy, including a Charms class and a Transfiguration class. In both classes, Slytherin easily gained some extra points.

Then in the afternoon, he came to his most nervous Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is on the second floor, which is bright and the classrooms are spacious, generally speaking. The layout of the classroom can well reflect the style of a professor.

However, when the little wizards walked into it, they were all a little disappointed.

There is no special arrangement in the classroom. It is much more comfortable than Chilo's before, but it always makes people wonder if it is a bit too ordinary.

But the good news is... at least there's no foul garlic smell.

The little wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin quickly took their seats.

However, something surprising happened to them soon. Senior students walked in one after another.

Harry took a look and saw a familiar figure with short brown hair and wearing a yellow and black T-shirt.

"Cedric, why are the fourth years of Hufflepuff here?" Harry looked confused. Not only that, he even saw two senior students from his college.

Not long after, he saw the Weasley twins stepping into the classroom again.

"I don't know either." After Hermione took a look, although she was very confused, she immediately turned her head and looked at the "Dark Power Defense Guide", which was still the book they used this year.

Hermione had already memorized it last year. She was full of confidence before, but when the critical moment came, she was a little unsure.

Mu En slowly walked down the stairs.

Suddenly, all the little wizards became quiet.

"Put the books away first. The books are for your own use after class." Mu En said calmly, his voice clearly reaching the mouths of all the little wizards.

"As you can see, I asked Professor McGonagall to arrange the courses for each college and put the courses for the second and third years into the break time for the fourth and fifth years.

This allows some students who want to consolidate their knowledge to choose to review what they have learned. "

"No, I didn't learn at all!"

Harry was sure he heard a murmur from behind, followed by a low laugh.

Mu En couldn't help but shook his head, then picked up the roster and glanced at it. After reviewing the memories at the end of last semester, he slowly put it down.

He sat on a chair and said, "Because the teacher you met last time was really unqualified, so let's start from the most basic level!"

Everyone started looking forward to it, and then heard Mu En speak.

"What is black magic?"

Suddenly, there were gasps in the whole classroom. What does this mean? Do you have to be so loud when you open your mouth?

We are still children!

However, although most people did not expect that Mu En would ask this question, they inevitably raised their expectations...

However, Mu En changed the subject.

"Some students, you don't have to keep raising your hands. I know this question is not difficult for you, so if you can, please give this opportunity to others."

After hearing this, some people consciously lowered their hands, such as Harry, Hermione, Cedric, Ron, Draco and others.

?

"Mr. Malfoy, I thought I saw you raising your hand just now." Moon looked at Malfoy. He was a little surprised. He didn't actually raise his hand very often, but today's topic was really close to his heart.

"Dark magic is powerful magic used to fight enemies." Draco said loudly and proudly.

"Wrong answer, but thank you for sharing." Mu En nodded.

"Huh?" Draco looked surprised,

"Mr. Weasley, I saw you raise your hand just now." Moon turned directly to look at Ron.

"Uh...ah, Professor, I was...tickling just now." Ron said awkwardly.

The scene suddenly erupted into cheerful laughter. Ron's face was as red as his hair. Mu En could only quickly press her hands to restore the scene.

He tried his best.

After all, he had to hold himself back from laughing.

"The most striking feature of black magic is that it aims to harm others. Black magic items are made from harming others. Black magic spells use the evil desires in people's hearts as energy.

For example, does anyone know about Hand of Glory? "

Harry raised his hand again, and all the Slytherin wizards were surprised. In their impression, Harry rarely answered questions so actively.

"Potter." Moon nodded.

"The Hand of Glory, a low-level black magic item, is made from the left hand of a hanged criminal or the hand of a murderer."

Very beautiful answer.

"So what can it do? Will it help wizards kill people?!" asked a fourth-grade Ravenclaw girl from behind, her face a little nervous.

"Potter." Moon nodded again and leaned back on the chair.

"I'm sorry, such a dark magic item made from human corpses is just a candlestick. It can emit light that can only be seen by the person holding it.

In the past, it also had a reputation as the best friend of thieves and robbers. "

"What?!"

"This is ridiculous. I can do it with a fluorescent flash. If you want others to not see it, you can also use a night vision spell!"

"That's all it does? It's made by human hands."

The whole classroom suddenly became bustling, which was very different from the black magic they had heard about since childhood.

What they have known since childhood is how cruel and dangerous black magic is.

However…

When the danger becomes less dangerous, the cruelty becomes more prominent.