Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"consciousness…"

Harry murmured: "I...should be...sorry, I didn't understand."

Mu En smiled nonchalantly, took out the wooden stick again, and then placed it on the already solid table.

Just insert the end at will and it will stand firmly in place. Much higher than other sticks.

This is what a high-level magic spell should look like.

"The so-called enlightenment is a state of mind in which one is not willing to hesitate to deal with something, even if it costs one's life.

Although all of us are avoiding death, as we grow older, we will gradually discover that some things are actually more terrifying than death! "

"this…"

“Mothers who want to protect their children, warriors who are willing to die for their beliefs, heroes who embark on a journey to save others!

This is the consciousness that we will not hesitate to do even if we have to sacrifice our lives.

Awareness is the cornerstone of desire, the three elements of spellcasting! ! "

"Is that so?" Harry murmured to himself, feeling half-understanding.

"Actually, it's also related to the question you were thinking about last year." Mu En reminded him a little.

“It’s the question you asked last year about what you want to do in the future.

Whether it is your dream or your willingness to sacrifice your life for something, it can only be your own imagination, and no one can help you. "Mu En said.

"So that's it." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At first he thought he had gone the wrong way.

Fortunately not.

"Aren't there any tricks?"

Snapped--

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt like he was slapped on the head.

Mu En looked at him with a half-smile: "When a person has such thoughts and does not stop them, it means that he is not far away from being lured into the abyss by black magic."

Harry quickly sat upright, the hairs on his body standing up: "I know, I just...uh...well, I may have been too hasty, sorry, Uncle Moon."

"Do you know what the shortest shortcut in the world is?" Mu En looked at him and restored the desktop to its original state.

"I don't know..." Harry shook his head.

"The shortest shortcut is to divide one step into two steps." Mu En said slowly.

"Isn't that longer?"

“But only in this way can a person be supported to go further and further.

Since you haven't found your own direction yet, you don't have to be obsessed with advanced magic spells. It's better to continue to return to what you have learned and lay a solid foundation! "

As he said that, Mu En performed the stacking blocks again. The small squares were piled majestically on top of each other. They were not piled high enough before they swayed over.

Then the blocks were stacked again, only this time, it was a pyramid structure.

A solid foundation represents a stable superstructure...

A metaphor that children can understand...

…

After Harry left, Moon rested for a while and then stood up again. Follow the stairs in the office and go down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The corridor diagonally opposite the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is where Mrs. Norris was petrified, and on the opposite side is Myrtle's territory, an old toilet that has long been neglected and overflowing with sewage.

Mu En walked forward slowly and then came to the toilet.

Filch was squatting at the corner at this time, and felt a little strange when he saw Mu En appear.

Then they saw Mu En walking into the women's toilet.

A damp and moldy room, sewage accumulated on the ground, and black and green moss grew wantonly on the masonry walls.

Mu En's footsteps stopped, unwilling to step into it again.

"Who is it?" A voice suddenly sounded, passing through a silver body from the innermost compartment door panel.

"Oh...Professor, you...why are you here..." She didn't react for a moment, with a shy look on her face.

"Hello, Myrtle." Mu En nodded slightly: "I want to ask, did you see anything about what happened outside your door yesterday?"

Her expression changed, and she suddenly became embarrassed: "No! No! It seems that you, like those guys, have always only wanted to get other information from me."

With that said, she returned to the toilet cubicle, and there was the sound of splashing water, followed by low sobs.

Mu En stood still for a moment, then walked out and closed the bathroom door.

Filch hid in the shadows around the corner with a lewd look on his face.

Then he saw Mu En coming out of it silently. Just when he was wondering, he saw those eyes looking towards him.

He shrank in fear.

Mu En walked slowly to the corner.

"Oh, Professor Jones... what a coincidence." Filch said, lowering his head.

"If you like staying here so much, tell the other students and ask them not to bother the poor ghost with some false rumors."

"Ah..." Filch didn't react for a moment, and then he saw Mu En patting him on the shoulder: "Sorry to trouble you."

"Okay, okay!" He nodded quickly.

The next week came quickly, and Mu En once again emphasized the dangers of black magic and black magic items in class.

He couldn't put the matter directly on the table, otherwise the stupid herd mentality would only lead to more rumors and riots.

As time passed, and Lady Norris once again fought alongside Filch, the rumors began to fade quickly. People began to characterize it as a Halloween prank.

A prank gone too far.

That's all.

Even when Dumbledore borrowed dozens of looking glasses from his old friend, he only found two magical artifacts that were slightly malicious.

Not even a true artifact of dark magic.

Wednesday, three days before Slytherin's first Quidditch match.

At this time, the Slytherin team was still galloping on the court, quickly changing positions.

Hermione contacted Chris and brought Harry basketball and football tactics books, which inspired them a lot.

This made her feel a sense of betrayal, so after consulting Harry, she vaguely reminded Wood if there was any chance to find some tactical inspiration from ordinary people's sports.

Wood agreed simply, but put the matter aside for later.

The game time is approaching, and Wood’s secret weapon of getting up early and working late cannot be given up...

"Change formation, change positions!!"

"Pousse! You don't have to steal the Quaffle. You just have to slowly force your position and block Calvin's opportunity to throw the ball into the third frame as much as possible.

For the rest, you should keep your faith in McCeery! You take the pressure off him and he intercepts better.

Mike, you also need to believe in Pousse more and focus on the first and second frames! ! "

"Garde, you should gather with Kevin at this time and ask the opponent to relax their defense on the left side."

Harry was hanging high in the sky, constantly observing the cooperation of the team members below and giving suggestions.

As a free man, he was assigned this task by his teammates, and he quickly took on the role.

However, soon, he looked sharply and quickly pulled out his wand. Below him, the figures intertwined, and Kevin and Garde, who were changing positions, collided hard.

Suddenly, Garde made an inadvertent move, and while he was shaking in a panic, the Bludger came towards him.

Harry quickly activated the meteor and fired a volley of wands at the same time.

"The strength is relaxed and the strength is released——"

However, his speed was still not as fast as the Bludger that was already in front of Gard. With a bang, Gard was knocked down and he grabbed the broom tightly.

Everyone was frightened by this accident and quickly fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Harry walked over quickly and saw Garder's face flushed, gritting his teeth and letting go of his hand. I saw Garder's forearm twisting softly and drooping in a strange arc.

"The hand is broken!"

Harry grabbed two stones from the ground and used Transfiguration to turn them into two splints. Then he took out the white fresh essence and quickly processed them briefly.

With this kind of injury, he didn't dare to use the healing spell randomly for the time being, so it was better to leave it to Madam Pomfrey.

The group of people quickly took him to the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey quickly brought them in, looked at the forearm fixed by the splint, and exclaimed: "It's not a big deal, it will be back to normal soon."

"How long will it take? Will it delay the game?" Garde's face turned pale.

Madam Pomfrey smiled: "If there wasn't such an excellent emergency management team and you came here with your hands waving, I think you would."

"Potter did it, ma'am." After hearing Madam Pomfrey's words, Mike also breathed a sigh of relief and hammered Harry's arm with his huge fist, showing an expression of admiration.

Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry in surprise: "White essence? I just like crisis-conscious children like you!"

"Madam, how long will it take for him to recover?"

"It'll be fine in a day or two." Madam Pomfrey comforted: "Okay, it's time for you to leave. Don't continue to disturb other patients here."

With that said, she quickly drove the others out of the infirmary.

In the corridor, Pousse clasped his hands on the back of his head: "I thought Madam Pomfrey would use a healing spell to cure him."

"The healing spell is very dangerous and should only be used in emergencies. And with Madam Pomfrey's character, even if Gard's bones were reattached with a healing spell, she would never allow him to play ball again."

"That's true. Fortunately, Potter, you reacted quickly enough."

Harry scratched his head and huffed in embarrassment.

The next few days passed quickly. On Friday, Garde received Madam Pomfrey's permission and left the infirmary.

That evening, they practiced one last time, at a low intensity for fear of another accident.

It wasn't until nightfall that the group returned to the lounge covered in mud. They are full of confidence and have high morale!

On Saturday morning, Harry got up early, took Draco for a routine morning exercise, and then gathered with the team members.

At this moment, Flint finally appeared, and he was full of confidence. The group did not think too much, after all, they were about to fight side by side.

As eleven o'clock approached, all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch stadium.

There was faint thunder in the sky, the sky was a little cloudy, but the air was wet and stuffy.

Hermione gave Harry a boost outside the pitch as she couldn't go to the Slytherin team room.

Flint snorted beside him and whispered something. McClery glanced at him, and then took two steps away from him with disdain.

The players put on their uniforms and sat down, and Garde continued to talk about the tactical arrangements.

"When the time comes, Marcus, just be responsible for cooperating with us, and leave the rest to us!" He had no requirements for Marcus.

Marcus curled his lips, seeming amused.

"Cooperation? Muggle tactics? Muggle sports that can't even fly have really inspired you?!"

As he said that, he pushed Garde away.

"I am the captain, now I make the tactics.

The tactic is - give me the ball! Then you all do your job, and that’s it! "

After saying that, he picked up the broom and took the lead and walked out.

McCully stood up and clenched his fists, but was pulled back by Garde.

"The game is about to begin."

"Garde, how long are you going to be a peacemaker?! Are you a softie?!" Mike shook his head and growled in displeasure.

With that said, he grabbed the broom and walked out quickly.

For a moment, the entire lounge felt awkward. Gard smiled sarcastically, shrugged nonchalantly, and looked at the others.

"Let's go, come on!!"

Standing on the court, there were not many cheers from the audience, but all kinds of boos and boos kept coming into Harry's ears.

Harry raised his eyebrows slightly, a little stunned by Slytherin's situation.

He had thought before that there must be no cheers, but this was really depressing...

Thinking about it, his eyes fell on the faculty stand.

After seeing the figure with silver-gray hair and triangular ears, the stone in his heart suddenly fell, and a smile appeared on his face.

Garde seemed to notice his change and was a little curious.

"It's nothing, I just think... now it's time to witness the results of this period of training." Harry said, showing a confident smile.

Flint and Wood shook hands, and then the group stood still. Under Mrs. Hooch's whistle, fourteen figures quickly rose into the leaden sky amid warm cheers.

The Bludger missed Harry's head by a hair's breadth. Fred flew past him and said teasingly: "Be careful, we won't let anything go."

Harry smiled and continued to observe the battlefield and look for the Golden Snitch.

Li Qiaodan's explanations are always unique and very targeted.

The Quaffle was immediately grabbed by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson - she was really flying all the way on it, and made a beautiful pass to Alia Spinnet -

The ball was passed to Johnson again - interception! ! Slytherin's Puce disrupted him with a Bludger!

The Slytherin team snatched the Quaffle. Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, got the Quaffle and ran away——

Slytherin's Garde is asking for the ball. His position is empty. Scoring is very simple. This is their new tactic - wait!

Flint was flying like an eagle up there - he ignored Garde, he pitched! !

——Beautiful, Wood made a beautiful move and intercepted the ball. Now it’s the Gryffindor team that has the ball. Why didn’t Flint give the ball to others, otherwise he would probably score. Strange——

- That's Gryffindor Chaser Katie Bell, high above the pitch, dashing nimbly around Flint - Pousse has the Bludger, strong interference - Flynn With the cooperation of Te, he got the Quaffle——

Wait, collision—foul! !

After getting the ball, Flint took the opportunity to hit Katie Bell. Her broomstick suddenly deviated from the direction, but Flint was worthy of the name of a troll, just like a cannonball - Katie It hit the stands and then stumbled onto the lawn below.

"Foul!" the Gryffindors shouted loudly, and the whole audience booed, "Red card! Sent off!!"

"Sorry, there is no penalty rule!" Li Qiaodan explained thoughtfully: "So this is pure hooliganism——"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall looked very unhappy, but still reminded Jordan to be fair in his commentary and not to bring personal emotions!

Above the arena, the intertwined figures stopped, waiting for Mrs. Hooch to check on Katie Bell.

Flint spun the basketball-like Quaffle on his finger and glanced at Garde provocatively.

"Get one!"

After saying that, he looked at Pousse again: "Nice cooperation..."

Pousse's face was full of black lines. He just wanted to cooperate to win the ball, and never wanted to knock anyone down...

Angelina flew over Slytherin's goal and looked at MacChelly fiercely.

"Some time ago, everyone was so friendly in negotiating the training venue and training time. We originally thought that today would be a game worth looking forward to -"

"Angelina, stop talking. Isn't this what Slytherin has always been able to do anyway? I've gotten used to it over the years. It's unexpected, but it's reasonable!

Let me tell you, some time ago they were so active in asking for a training venue, but in fact they didn't practice at all. They just didn't want to train people from other colleges. That's what they did. "

"Fart! Do you want to tell me whether we practiced or not?!"

McCeery's face was red and he was obviously angry. He was practicing at the goal with a heavier and faster Bludger as a quaffle, and his body was often bruised and bruised. As a result——

"Am I wrong? If you have been practicing, why are you doing these little tricks? One free throw, and the opponent will lose one person. You do this every year, who doesn't know!"

The whistle blew again, Katie Bell missed the game and Gryffindor got a penalty.

McCeery watched Angelina on the opposite side throw the ball, and the veins couldn't stop jumping on his forehead, and what the person on the opposite side just said kept ringing in his mind.

The red quaffle went straight over the goal.

"McCherry didn't intercept at all, Gryffindor scored! What was he doing?!"