Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"So you want to take it away?" Moon looked at Dumbledore. The basilisk must not be able to stay here and become a tool for others to do evil.

Dumbledore nodded: "Speaking of which, I have always been curious about the sealing spell that Harry revealed before."

As he spoke, Mu En raised his hand, and several circular gilt runes loomed in the air.

After the runes were constructed, he pushed his hand forward, and the runes quickly penetrated into the basilisk's forehead.

The basilisk twisted its body in fear, broke away from the restraints of the transfiguration spell that Dumbledore had set up before, and fell into pieces of rubble, which hit the floor.

Resistance, however, was of little use.

It fell into Mu En's hand uncontrollably, and then wrapped around his little finger, turning into a snake ring.

He took it off and threw it towards Dumbledore.

Then, the two left again.

"This is..." Dumbledore looked in front of him in surprise. The moment he appeared, Dumbledore knew that this was the corridor on the second floor of Hogwarts.

"Myrtle's territory, the passage to the secret room just now, is connected here." Mu En explained: "I think this is the real cause of Myrtle's death."

Dumbledore nodded. When this happened, he was still the Transfiguration professor at the school.

At that time, the confrontation between him and Grindelwald was at its most intense. After the general election in Bhutan, Grindelwald became more unscrupulous and the wizarding world was panicked. Everyone knew that only Dumbledore at Hogwarts could stop Grindelwald,

Because of this, he no longer had time to pay too much attention to school affairs.

At most, Hagrid would be saved and kept in Hogwarts.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore suddenly thought of a problem that had troubled him and them for half a century.

After thinking about it, he still didn't speak.

"Next, let's go to the lounges of each college." He said instead.

At this time, in order to ensure the stability of the school, all the teachers were in the lounge to prevent any little wizard from doing something extraordinary at this moment.

In Gryffindor Tower, the two of them passed the portrait of the Fat Lady and walked through the dark tunnel, and the whole lounge suddenly became brighter.

"Okay, children, come here. I will answer your questions in class later." Professor McGonagall dismissed the children around them and walked towards the two of them.

"I thought there must be a lot of commotion in the lounge at this time." Mu En smiled. It seemed that Mag's majesty was quite strong in the children's hearts.

McGonagall smiled, and then asked seriously: "Albus, what's going on now? I heard a lot of rumors from the children that Harry is the descendant of Slytherin..."

Her voice was very low, and the children were far away and couldn't hear her clearly.

"Minerva, we all know that Parseltongue is just a gift, nothing more."

McGonagall nodded: "I know, Albus, I mean, has it been solved? Have you found anything?"

The weirdness of dark magic couldn't help but make her careless, especially when it related to children. Just thinking about Voldemort's method of entering Hogwarts last year made her hair stand on end.

"We will explain it later." Dumbledore said, "Now we need to conduct an inventory of each lounge."

"Didn't we let the elves..."

"Are the children all here?" Dumbledore suddenly asked: "There may be danger in the school now, so it's better not to let them outside the lounge."

Mag immediately understood who the target of this interrogation was, and she nodded: "They are all here!"

Then she turned around and looked at Percy: "Prefect, call all the children in the dormitory. The professors are going to inspect the dormitory."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Percy and other prefects nodded.

After a while, another group of male and female witches gathered here. Hermione walked down the stairs with a worried look on her face. There were two little witches beside her comforting her - maybe it was just gossip.

Percy finally grabbed a boy with red hair and came out and said to the teachers: "Professor, there is no one in the boys' dormitory."

After speaking, he looked down at his brother sternly.

"Look for it later, the professors are here now!"

The female prefect also responded.

Mu En patted it, and then thought of Grindelwald's words, and couldn't help but remind him: "Use your eyes."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly: "I actually don't like doing this..."

Mu En said nothing else. A small wand appeared in his hand, silver mist appeared, and silver cats jumped out from the end of the wand.

"Oh, the plurality of patron saints...this is more surprising than the phoenix." Dumbledore praised.

"Because I have too many happy memories." Mu En smiled.

Professor McGonagall looked at the large and small round cats with long hair that jumped out from the end of the wand, and her eyes were full of excitement.

In the lounge, the children looked at these big cats curiously and walked briskly towards the dormitory.

Ron looked nervous and quickly raised his hand and said, "Professor, um...my pet is missing. It's a mouse. If this...uh, this cat finds it, can you not eat it?"

"And my toad!" Neville suddenly remembered this and looked worriedly at the cats walking into the dormitory.

"Ron, the Patronus won't eat your rats. Scabbers doesn't even have meat." Fred laughed and patted Ron on the shoulder, comforting him with ridicule.

Dumbledore was at this moment, his blue eyes flashing under his half-moon glasses.

Professor McGonagall looked around at the children to make sure everyone was here.

After a while, the cats paced back.

A big cat as tall as a human calf had a dried fish in its mouth.

"Ah! That's my cat's!!" a girl said quickly.

? ?

Mu En looked at the big cat with an embarrassed look.

"Well... we all know that what the patron saint does has nothing to do with the master."

"Mu En, we all know that some of the actions released by the patron saint are affected by the master... and the patron saint does not eat things in reality..."

As he spoke, the big silver cat rubbed Mu En's legs and raised its head, as if asking him to take the dried fish.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

It is difficult for a patron saint to show such high intelligence.

"Thank you..." Mu En rubbed the big cat's head, took the dried fish awkwardly, then took back the patron saints and returned the dried fish to the girl.

"No...no need, professor, if you want to eat..." The girl's face turned red and she waved her hands in embarrassment.

…

"Okay, thank you for your generosity, Miss Potts." Mu En accepted it helplessly. He did not expect that he would receive such a gift one day.

slip!

You can't stay in this lounge for a while!

After arriving in the Ravenclaw lounge, Flitwick knew how to summon the students, and Moon summoned the Patronus again, and seriously controlled the behavior of these stupid kids.

Then, the two went to Hufflepuff. Professor Sprout didn't know what Dumbledore and the others were going to do, and because of the large number of people in Hufflepuff, a lot of time was wasted.

Walking through the underground corridor, the two soon entered Slytherin's lounge.

"It's such a dank place. The probability of rheumatoid arthritis among Slytherin graduates is very high," Mu En said.

"Your attention is always refreshing to me." Dumbledore smiled.

Walking into it, the two of them immediately noticed the unique atmosphere of the Slytherin lounge.

Solemn and quiet.

People's eyes crossed each other, and their body movements were full of threats.

Like a powder keg about to explode.

There are too many things surrounding them, Quidditch, the descendants of Slytherin, the Basilisk...

All the conflicts behind it were suppressed by Snape single-handedly.

That's why the accumulated emotions will explode soon.

"Severus, did you find anything?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape shook his head, his expression as grim as that of a first-year Potions class.

"Then let's get started." Mu En nodded and released the patron saint again to inspect the children's dormitories.

After a moment, both of them shook their heads in vain.

"Could it be that the direction of the investigation is wrong?" Mu En was confused and looked at the faces of everyone in Slytherin.

However, nothing was found.

Walking out of the lounge, Mu En reminded: "If there is no problem, I will preset some monitoring methods in the school.

The magic paintings are used to know whether the little wizard is wandering at night, fighting, etc. But when they encounter something real, a confusion spell makes them unable to turn around. "

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded.

Mu En glanced at him in surprise, not expecting this guy to agree so simply.

Behind him, Snape's footsteps sounded. His steps were very characteristic, heavy, long, and rapid.

It seems like it's always moving fast.

"Severus!" Dumbledore looked at him doubtfully.

"Dumbledore, I think we need to have a chat..." Snape said, as if he also had some questions that had been backlogged for a long time.

For example...why someone is a Parseltongue...

Of course, Mu En doesn't know this. He is thinking about how to set up a monitoring system for Hogwarts...

In the Slytherin common room, Snape left, and the previous chaos broke out.

"He controlled a basilisk to attack Gryffindor?"

"Did you do what happened in the secret room?"

"It's over. It's impossible to win the Academy Cup this year!"

"I'm going to write to my father at the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore is really old and confused."

Various words were intertwined, people were muttering, and their eyes fell on a figure in the middle of the lounge from time to time.

Draco sat on the sofa next to Harry, paying careful attention to the sights around him.

Ah...is this what it feels like to be in the eye of the storm...

Thinking, he looked at Harry.

Harry, on the other hand, had no expression on his face.

Just as he was thinking about it, Hedlund suddenly appeared and sat on the sofa opposite Harry.

"Want to play chess?"

Harry came to his senses. He had been wondering who was driving the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.

That guy's behavior...inexcusable!

"good."

Harry didn't know why, but he nodded awkwardly. Maybe he felt that his mind was a little too messy and needed to be cleaned up.

The discussion around them is getting louder and louder. It is true that not all Slytherins are pure blood, but there are also many mixed bloods. One of their parents is from ordinary people.

It is also possible that one of the parents became a wizard a generation or two ago.

In Slytherin, these are collectively called half-bloods.

At this time, they looked at Harry worriedly, and the rumors of Voldemort and Parseltongue frightened them.

However, Harry didn't give any response.

Soon, the discussion went in another direction.

"Why are you withdrawing? It's over. We won't win the Academy Cup this year."

"Slytherin has won the Academy Cup for eight consecutive years. Is it going to end in your hands now?"

boom--

The glass bottle was smashed on the table and broke into pieces.

The entire lounge fell silent, and everyone's eyes focused on the person who broke the water glass.

Marcus Flint!

He stood up, menacingly, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

Heading towards the three of them.

Pusey, Garder and McCeachley!

He stared at the three of them, slowly leaned down and looked directly at them.

"What the hell are you doing? Now the whole Slytherin has become a joke. Are you satisfied?! Garde, what about you? Why did you retreat-"

McCully couldn't hold it in any longer and pounced on him, punching him in the face.

"It's you! It's you who turned our hard work for so long into a joke with your dirty methods!!" He roared angrily.

Mike's body was no worse than Flint's, and the difference was that his reactions were much faster.

He pressed Flint to the ground and beat him.

The two were wrestling like this: "Do you think I'm the same as a trash like you? I won the trophy with small tricks? You're tarnishing the game!"

The reason why I quit the competition is because I don’t want to play with trash like you! "

"Separate the left and right——" Gard took out his wand, separated the two people, and smashed them apart on both sides.

"FxxK!" Flint wiped his nosebleed and pulled out his wand: "You have to pay the price!"

"Collapse!"

McCeachley quickly jumped away, grabbed a water glass and smashed it.

Unexpectedly, another wand shot out from the side - it was another person, obviously he supported Flint's move.

Suddenly, the chaos suddenly escalated!

Hedlund drew out his wand and cast the Iron Armor Curse on the sides of the two of them, very skillfully.

Harry looked at him in surprise.

Hedlund smiled: "Ever since I took Mr. Jones's first lesson, I have been practicing the Iron Armor Curse."

As he spoke, he pushed the chess piece again, and saw the knight above slashing Harry's soldiers into pieces.

"Are you really a Parselmouth?" he asked suddenly.

Harry hesitated, then moved the other soldier forward again, slowly approaching the king.

He nodded at the same time.

"What an enviable talent. I heard that Parseltongues are faster than others in learning to cast spells," he said.

"It's just that I can talk to snakes, it's nothing special." Harry explained: "I don't understand why some people would be afraid of this. Is it because of fear of snakes? Or because of fear of mysterious people."

"Maybe... both," Hedlund said.

Harry looked at him strangely: "Why are you telling me this?"

"I can see that you don't care, don't care about these rumors, don't care about the strange way they look at you."

"Yes, after all, I can't change anything." Harry nodded.

"But this and inaction are two different things. In fact, I am just here to make a suggestion. And what you want to do now is not that difficult."

"Isn't it difficult? It has to be fought from top to bottom... No, I'm very conflicted. Someone told me that force will only have the opposite effect in this case." Harry smiled.

"So I'm not going to do anything now, that's it, who cares."

"You are different." Hedlund finally moved the knight and stood two spaces in front of Harry's king.

"I'm just here to make a small suggestion. Potter, your magic is indeed far ahead of many of your peers and even seniors.

But...you haven't realized the benefits that some of your identities will bring you. "

"What's wrong with me?"

"You are the descendant of Slytherin!"

"Do you even think so?" Harry looked at him doubtfully,

In his opinion, Hedlund should not be so easily misled by those stupid remarks.

Hedlund waved his hand: "No, you can deny it. I mean, you can be!"

After that, he stood up and left quickly.

Harry looked at the mess in the common room. With Hedlund's departure, some people began to pay attention to him.

In fact, he knew early on that he had only conquered some people at first.

Although with everything that happened last year, his situation in Slytherin had improved.

But... that's not all.

He noticed a big black snake in the corner, which seemed to be the work of someone who made a mistake.

"Slytherin has changed since you came!"

"I said last year that he would destroy Slytherin and retire from Quidditch in public. Now who doesn't know that Slytherin has become a joke!"

"Hiss...hiss..."

A cold voice suddenly came out, and all kinds of noisy noises suddenly became quiet.

The big snake surrounded him and came towards him. Harry slowly raised his hand, and the snake followed his fingertips and circled around the sofa.

At the same time, during this process, a magic power was continuously input into it.

The snake grew bigger and bigger until it became a big python.

He surrounded Harry, raised his head high, and faced everyone.

Draco swallowed, crossed his hands to support his head, and forced himself to sit calmly, sitting next to Harry as if thinking deeply.

With a movement in his eyes, he quickly called Crabbe and Goyle over and stood beside him and Harry.

"Is it possible that Slytherin has been a joke for many, many years?" Harry's voice sounded slowly.

"Because of the so-called favoritism that won the Academy Cup; because of the Quidditch match that relied on underhanded tactics...

Treat these things that have no glory at all as medals and mount them on your chest...

At the beginning, I had very good ideas about Slytherin, power, ambition, glory, strong will, and true friendship!

To be honest, I only see these in a few people, but most people...

Write arrogance on your face and put discrimination on your lips. "

Behind Harry, the hanging flag was raised slightly for no reason, attracting their attention.

On the dark green flag is a silver snake, which is surrounding and circling in the flag.

Below, there is a figure sitting on the sofa, a Parseltongue speaker, and next to him, a big snake raises its head.

"Is this the kind of student Salazar Slytherin wants?"