Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In October, the cold wave is approaching, and the temperature dropped a little earlier this year. Many young wizards were caught off guard, and the infirmary was even a little short of refreshments.

If you see someone walking in the hallway with smoke coming from their ears, be careful. Smoking from the ears is a side effect of the refreshing drug. The guy who drank this drug must have a cold.

Of course, this definitely does not include Mu En.

At this time, he was in a warm office, with ten piles of homework floating in front of his desk, all facing him. As for himself, he was holding a cup of energy potion with his pupils dilated.

The ten quills were constantly dipping in ink in the ink bottle to correct the little wizards' homework.

This strange state suddenly stopped after seeing an assignment.

A decent paper about red hats. Looking at the whole article, there are no major problems.

What surprised him was the author of this article.

Ron Weasley.

To be honest, this child here at Mu En is really not that outstanding. Mu En can still vividly remember the ghoul class a few days ago.

Ghoul, when he was looking for this guy's living material, he learned from the Gemini that there was a ghoul in the attic of the Weasley family.

So at that time, Mu En wanted to give the child more opportunities to perform in this ghoul class.

But this child was confused, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like he hadn't woken up, let alone answer the questions.

The subsequent assignments that were handed in were even more illogical and often interspersed with sentences that contained in-depth understanding. At first glance, it was not from his own understanding.

This time the homework was obviously much better.

Taking into account the child's own performance issues and status in the classroom, and then comparing it horizontally with his brothers... Mu En felt that this child should need some encouragement.

Thinking about it, he added a standardized chicken soup phrase to the parchment roll.

Half an hour later, all the parchment scrolls slowly fell on the table, and the correction of the homework handed in this week came to an end.

In the past month since he joined the job, he has gradually adapted to this life of taking time off from work. As for the gains...if we talk about the respect and love of the little wizards, he feels that he has gained a lot.

Of course, not all, no one in this world can like everyone.

As for those who don't like it, don't worry about it, they can't resist anyway.

After grading the test paper, Mu En stood up and stretched. There was a crackling sound on his body, which made Lucifer frown in the fireplace.

"Where are you going?" Lucifer asked.

"Pig's Head Bar" Mu En said, then opened the door, said goodbye to Yi Huo Yi Hua and left.

After the door was closed and the office was quiet for a while, Lucifer suddenly said: "That... Miss Painting."

Somehow, Lucifer was also infected with this unique way of addressing him.

"Mr. Fire, what's the matter?" Sindel turned her head and looked at the fireplace below.

"I wonder if you are free. Could you please go to Dumbledore's office for me and ask if Fawkes has time to come here as a guest?"

…

Walking to the first floor, Moon happened to meet Harry and his group. They were holding brooms and wearing Slytherin Quidditch jerseys, and one person was holding a heavy box.

But...there are only six people?

"Professor Jones."

"Good afternoon, Professor."

Harry was no exception. While saying hello, he also raised Meteor. The handle of Meteor's broomstick was slightly bent, as if he was nodding.

Mu En responded one by one.

After Mu En left, they continued their discussion.

"I just realized that Marcus didn't even organize training." Someone said.

"It doesn't matter. Harry can take over his position. Chasers and Seekers require similar flying skills, and Seekers, as free agents, don't have any unique training content."

"This bastard, I really don't know why Professor Snape made him the captain of the team."

Someone responded with a smile: "Because he can win."

"Is that considered a win?"

Seeing that the discussion was getting more intense, Garde quickly came out to smooth things over: "Okay, maybe Marcus is just feeling unwell. Let's just do targeted training first."

"Fart, he just doesn't like Potter." The person who just spoke became even more unhappy when he heard Gald's words.

Harry shrugged: "I don't understand, maybe... that's it."

He didn't dare to make such a definite conclusion. If Marcus was really just feeling unwell, wouldn't this be groundless speculation and looking down on others? !

Thinking about it, the group of people walked into the stadium. Gard seemed to have a lot of knowledge in Quidditch and began to organize training.

They even mentioned the Slytherin team's archenemy, the Gryffindor team. Their captain, who is in sixth grade this year, is a top goalkeeper, and their two batters are the Weasley brothers who work seamlessly together. .

To cope with this situation, Slytherin's goalkeepers had to train with faster, smaller, and heavier Bludgers.

The other players also have to practice dodging and cooperating with each other.

Several people trained until the sun went down. Everyone saw Meteor's performance and became full of confidence. Without him, the position of seeker, which determines 150 points, is really crucial.

After the training, Harry said goodbye to everyone in Slytherin and rushed to the library. The library will close at nine o'clock, time is tight.

On the way, there was a click and a flash of white light.

Harry took a deep breath helplessly, raised his head, and saw a very thin, gray-haired boy on the other side of the corridor staring at him as if he was possessed.

The boy was holding a camera in his hand. As soon as Harry's gaze fell on him, the boy's face immediately turned red.

"Creevey, please give me some personal space. I remember I said this a long time ago, but you have to use practical actions to make me 'forced' to say it again every week."

"Hug... I'm sorry, Potter, I just can't help it." Colin Creevey stammered in a low voice. Harry was so powerful that he stuttered a bit.

However, because of this, he felt that it was reasonable. Without this kind of momentum, how could he defeat the mysterious man.

"By the way...Mr. Potter, um...can I take a photo with you? My brother wants to see it. It's best to get an autograph or something."

"No way." Harry shook his head and walked past him.

"Then we won't take any photos, just sign autographs, how about that?" Colin followed quickly, unyielding.

"Listen, friend! I'm honored to have your recognition. But you have to understand that defeating Voldemort has nothing to do with me at all!! I'm just an ordinary-"

Harry looked at Colin's flushed face. He seemed to have been hit hard on the head with a hammer and was not in his right mind.

Helpless, he immediately stopped speaking.

Because whatever you say later will be useless and this guy won't listen.

"Oooh! You said it, you said that name... Oh my God, that's exactly what it was supposed to be like!!"

Harry looked at him with a sneer, hoping that this would make him appear meaner: "Instead of sending your family a picture of an insignificant person, why not send them some pictures of the scenery of Hogwarts and those strange magical items! "

"No...this is different..." Colin said softly.

Harry took a deep breath. To be honest, if it were another person, a beating would be considered a light thing.

Holding up a camera and taking random photos is something that can easily make people feel violated. No one wants to be recorded while walking or eating.

However, if you just accidentally enter the camera, it will be regarded as rude at most, and no one will make a big move about it.

But Harry was different. He even suspected that Colin had memorized his curriculum. It seemed that for him, the most exciting thing in the world was to say: "Hello, ha" six or seven times a day. profit?"

From the beginning, he could barely answer "Hello Colin", then to "Mr. Creevey" later, and now, he no longer responds to this.

But it still couldn't erase this guy's enthusiasm. Harry could ignore him, but he couldn't ignore the white flame that suddenly flickered in the corner of his eye! !

Harry walked towards Colin step by step, as if he wanted to beat someone up. Passers-by in the surrounding corridors frequently cast doubtful glances at him.

"Listen, I'm done with my good words. If you keep filming me like this, it's an invasion of my privacy. I promise I'll smash the camera for you!!"

Looking at Harry's serious scowl, Colin nodded timidly: "Okay...I understand, I'm sorry."

Seeing Colin nod, Harry reluctantly turned around and walked upstairs.

Arriving at the library, he quickly found Hermione in the corner.

"Why do you have such an expression?" Hermione looked at him in surprise and asked in a low voice.

"What expression?" Harry rubbed his face, and then thought of what just happened.

"Okay, that's Colin Creevey...he caught me walking the short distance from the lounge to here...

Seriously, Hermione, no one in Gryffindor ever told him that it's really rude to take random photos with a camera? Especially when that perspective is directed at an individual, that sense of violation..."

Thinking about it, Harry's face was full of displeasure...

"No." Hermione wrinkled her red nose, and Harry realized that she seemed to have a cold.

"Gryffindors... don't mind being in photos at all."

Harry thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"I promise, if he was in Slytherin, he would really be taught a lesson."

"That's... so lucky." Hermione responded while looking at the parchment: "I heard that he wanted to go to Slytherin when he was sorted, but he was declined by the Sorting Hat."

"He's certainly not a good fit for Slytherin."

"He wanted to go to Slytherin just because he got the news from nowhere that Harry Potter was in Slytherin."

…

…

Harry's face suddenly turned as dark as Snape's, and he felt horrified.

"I hope he can be more knowledgeable..." He shook his head helplessly, then unfolded the parchment and continued his homework. After the homework was completed, there were still two ancient magic texts to be translated.

The road is long and difficult!

As he spoke, he glanced at Hermione.

"Didn't you say you were going to do this history of magic homework yesterday?" Harry looked at her doubtfully.

Hermione sighed helplessly: "Yes, I'm revising... I was so noisy in the lounge last night that I couldn't do my homework at all. Weasley yelled that his mouse was gone, and then turned the lounge upside down."

"I thought this kind of thing only happened to Longbottom..."

…

As time goes by, except for more colds, everything seems to be going for the better.

Halloween is coming, and Hagrid’s pumpkins are smaller than last year. The early cooling of the temperature will have a big impact on these small pumpkins.

After visiting Norbert one time with a chicken that was killed for no reason, Hagrid asked Harry in a low voice for some tips on how to amplify the spell.

As a result, the next day... everyone noticed the pumpkins as big as pocket huts next to Hagrid's hut.

Although Hagrid didn't get that much attention in school, Hogwarts was such a big place and there were few entertainment activities for the little wizards, so any news spread quickly.

Regarding this, Hagrid could only say with embarrassment that he used a special unicorn thestral compound manure to make them grow so big overnight.

To be honest, Hagrid wouldn't lie at all. Anyone with any brain would know that no amount of fertilizer could make a plant grow so big overnight.

Soon, the "truth" spread from Slytherin, and eventually the entire school knew.

Draco Malfoy made Hagrid's pumpkin bigger on purpose to play a trick on him.

In this regard, Draco himself said - "Me??"

Everyone told him not to hide it, everyone knew it. He also praised him for his good use of the magnifying spell.

The Weasley brothers said they did a great job, they let Hagrid not worry, this can be used to make a pumpkin house or pumpkin carriage, perfect for hosting a Halloween ghost story tea party.

Dumbledore contacted a skeleton dance troupe to perform for everyone on Halloween, and Professor Flitwick filled the auditorium with flying bats.

But Mu En is different.

Two days before Halloween, he was seen holding a grubby Ship-in-a-Bottle.

In the eyes of children, Professor Jones has always been a representative of neatness and self-discipline. His strict clothes and complicated accessories give people the first impression of being an old-school gentleman.

Why are you holding such a dirty thing?

Then along the way, many curious children followed him to the Black Lake.

Then they saw Professor Jones uncork the bottle and throw the ship out of the bottle.

A huge classical three-masted sailboat with tattered sails and a hull made of flesh, planks and bones. It looked like it had emerged from the land of the dead.

However, people soon discovered that it was indeed the case!

They excitedly moved to the other side, only to see the ship's name vaguely engraved on the hull.

"The Flying Dutchman"

The giant squid in the black lake suddenly emerged from the bottom of the lake, grabbed the hull of the boat, and performed a great show for the little wizards.

After they boarded the ship, they could hear a magnificent piece of music, and the skull crew and sea monster sailors made of transfiguration entertained them "warmly".

Halloween is coming——