Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Expelliarmus—"

In the classroom, the magic wand was waved, and a slender magical light flew out and fell on Mu En's hand, and a force appeared out of thin air.

He opened his fingers and let the wand fly out and fall into Cedric's hand opposite.

"A very beautiful spell. I used it in the first lesson. Five points for Hufflepuff." Moon smiled.

Cedric nodded and bowed slightly. In order to be able to perform here, he studied this magic spell in private for a long time, and finally stepped onto the stage during the first class and successfully cast it.

As for why he behaves like this, there is a saying in Gain's school that as long as he can get the approval of Professor Jones, he is likely to learn some private information.

Everyone is looking forward to the huge wand and the gorgeous and powerful spells.

Even though the Professor Jones in front of him did not confirm this rumor.

But he didn’t deny it either!

Mu En's eyes flashed, and he understood what this guy was thinking. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The white light did not reveal its trajectory, but suddenly exploded in Cedric's hand. A force appeared out of thin air, and then the wand It fell back into his hands.

"Okay, in that case, today's class ends here. After class, everyone remember to review the casting logic of the disarming spell. If you don't understand something, remember to go to the senior class. Remember the core of this class - theoretical assistance , focus on actual combat!" Mu En said.

Watching the little wizards say goodbye to him one by one and then walk out of the classroom, he couldn't help but pick up the water glass, blew on the wolfberry floating in it, and then took a sip.

These days are becoming more and more healthy.

In his mind, he couldn't help but picture himself wearing a POLO shirt and trousers, squeezing out his belly, holding a book in his left hand and a water glass in his right hand.

It’s really…

Thinking of this, he felt a little numb, and suddenly thought about the half bottle of quick-acting hair smoothing agent he had left, thinking about writing to Diagon Alley to replenish some supplies after class today.

"Professor!" A little witch suddenly stood in front of him and interrupted him. Mu En recognized this girl at a glance. She was the one who fucked his little fish some time ago.

"Professor, what do you like?" she said cautiously.

"Oh, why are you asking this?" Mu En looked at her in surprise, and then noticed a group of little guys poking their heads outside the classroom door.

"Um...I have to say, actually I don't suggest you give me any gifts for Christmas. If you are willing to take my class, that is the best gift you can give me." Mu En smiled gently.

The truth is...he won't give any gift in return, of course speaking the words out is another matter.

So far, he rarely gives gifts to others.

Except for the Adams family, because their family is really anti-human, Moon just used them to deal with some difficult black magic items.

They were very happy. The two children of the Adams family performed a sibling chase show for Moon, and also used the guillotine that Louis XVI personally tested...

"Professor, I'm just asking, and your answer is too standard, just like the clichés my father and his clients say." The little witch smiled slyly.

Mu En smiled helplessly: "Whatever...but I'm honored to be asked this question."

After getting the answer, the little witch jumped out and walked out.

The children for the next class arrived soon. Mu En raised her wand and tidied the tables and chairs.

This class is for first year children from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

In the back row, there were also three or two more senior students, including some left over from the previous class.

The first-grade courses are not difficult, and those who remain here are all elementary school bullies who pursue perfection.

When the class bell rang, he looked around to make sure everyone was here, then coughed twice - bringing Luna Lovegood back from her thoughts.

This Ravenclaw girl always seems to be in a trance. Some time ago, Mu En had doubted whether she was the one who opened the secret room. After observing for a while, he found that this was not the case.

It's just that this girl's spirituality is a bit too high, and it escapes uncontrollably.

Come to think of it, it must have been some kind of trauma.

Children with high spirituality can easily have uncontrolled thoughts and can easily see and perceive the hidden existence in the cracks of the world.

Of course, this is not all bad. Children with high spirituality can quickly master a large number of magic spells, mobilize their desires very easily, and can achieve the effect of getting two parts of the work for one effort.

It’s a talent that has good and bad qualities.

And if you are in some indescribable worlds, being too spiritual is a very dangerous thing, and it is easy to connect with certain existences.

Putting his thoughts back, Mu En started today's lesson, the correct placement of the wand - the cuffs and waist...

Time soon came to the weekend, night, Hogsmeade.

After the little wizards' raids during the day, the village always seemed deserted at night. If there were the most people at this time, it would definitely be the tavern.

After all, after a busy day, the bosses and clerks don’t mind having a drink at Three Broomsticks, even the teachers.

But today's professors are not at the Three Broomsticks... but at another bar.

Crunch - crunch -

The stairs of the Pig Head Bar always made a harsh sound. Mu En's figure slowly walked down the stairs, wiping her hands with a scarlet handkerchief.

"Mo En, this way!" Flivi waved and called quickly. There were not many people in the bar, but it was very quiet.

Photographed by Snape's majesty - the Hog's Head Bar is mostly visited by wizards from the gray and black circles, and it just so happens that Snape is quite famous in this circle.

"We are discussing dark magic," Flitwick said.

After Mu En sat down, he smiled softly and said, "As expected, when we got here, the topic couldn't help but turn to this side. After all, it's not convenient for Three Broomsticks to talk about this."

Mu En also laughed: "That's true, after all, he still wears another layer of identity."

Snape's eyes fell on his handkerchief, the scarlet color so dazzling in the dim light.

Mu En took it back and smiled: "It used to be a white square scarf."

Snape twitched his lips, while Aberforth brought Moon's wine over without disturbing their conversation.

Flitwick and Snape both knew who this person was, but neither talked much about it, just like they didn't ask why Moon came to the Hog's Head every week.

"We were just talking about the dark magic items some time ago." Flitwick said: "Severus said that there were many dark magic items on the black market half a year ago.

There was also a man named Mundungus who ran away for a long time without knowing where he was because of backlash for reselling goods.

That gave us an idea, and we wondered if 'those things' could be something similar. "

"Dark magic item?" Mu En thought for a while: "The probability... is not high, but it is indeed possible. Maybe that item is particularly secretive, or maybe this item is not just hidden in a familiar place.

After all, it's so big over there, there are many places to hide things, and if you happen to escape the looking glass..."

"Maybe it's not a dark magic item, maybe it's just a prop related to Parseltongue." Snape said calmly, his voice a little more angry.

It seemed that he was very satisfied by adding points that others had not mentioned.

It would be better if you can also laugh at it.

Unfortunately not.

But this may indeed be true. After all, since the basilisk was dealt with, there have been no more attacks, and the rumors in the school have become much smaller.

"But how did he know about the snake?" Mu En was confused: "If this is true, then it is a conscious act of targeting."

Saying that, Mu En sighed: "Honestly, I feel like I've neglected my duty a bit. I'm pretty sure that I repeatedly emphasized the dangers of black magic to them. I even took out some of my own private possessions without hesitation. "

"Really? I thought it was really you who applied to the Ministry of Magic for review and approval." Flitwick raised his eyebrows slightly. It seems that Mun En is quite in-depth in the research of black magic.

"I definitely can't tell them that it's mine." Mu En smiled helplessly, then sighed and shook his head: "It's best not for students to be contaminated with this thing.

I even wonder if I didn't convey my meaning clearly, but if verbal communication is meaningless, the next step is to cut the blood and cut the bones. "

"Chichi..."

The triangular pointed ears flicked slightly, and Mu En looked around, but the man did not take away his gaze or laugh. His whole body was wrapped in bandages, and black dried blood spilled from the gaps.

"If you laugh again, I will make you lose your mouth." Mu En also smiled.

"Oh, sorry haha." The man waved his hand carelessly.

There seemed to be many reasons why he was laughing. It was because of other people's troubles, because of his cat-headed appearance, or because a teacher actually collected dark magic items...

Mu En raised his hand for a moment, magic power surged in his hand, but unexpectedly Flitwick suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Wait, Mu En!"

After finishing speaking, he looked back at the man with a serious and angry tone: "Ai Burke, I think you should be more respectful - to a professor!"

The man was a little surprised, then rolled his eyes, stood up and bowed: "Okay, I'm sorry, sincerely."

With that said, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, then left the tavern unhappily.

Flitwick then turned around and sighed: "He was once one of my students.

Mu En, when we take up this profession, this responsibility will weigh on us, driving us to guide them in a good direction... However, the reality is always not what people want.

The lag in education, people's self-selection after gaining strength, the expansion of desires... there are too many.

In particular, Hogwarts accepts wizards from all over the UK, you know what this means. "

Mu En nodded clearly: "Maybe...Actually, I was just thinking about what my teacher did..."

Speaking of this, Flitwick also became a little curious: "Oh, your teacher? I'm curious about what kind of person he is."

Mu En recalled a little bit: "My teacher...she had a strong sense of control, turning the king into a puppet, and turning hostile wizards into squibs...

She also wanted to control me, and then I wanted to kill her... But overall, she is a really good teacher. "

…

Even Snape couldn't help but wonder if he was out of his mind at this moment.

She wants to control you, you want to kill her, a good teacher...

This is completely inconsistent with normal people's logic...

As they were talking, the window was suddenly opened slightly. Several people looked outside and saw a translucent silver short-haired cat tapping on the window outside.

After noticing the gazes of several people, it jumped off the window eaves and disappeared.

"Looks like something happened again..." Mu En frowned slightly and drank the remaining wine in the cup, the taste of bitters hitting his forehead.

The three of them walked out of the tavern and into the darkness. Mu En's hand suddenly placed on their shoulders, and the two instinctively pulled out their wands——

When they opened their eyes again, the three of them had arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor.

"You can tell me in advance." Snape suppressed the fear in his heart. Can he disapparate in Hogwarts? That last duel... he was more relaxed than expected!

Flitwick was a little surprised that he could teleport in an anti-Apparition place - provided that Anti-Elf Apparition and Anti-Apparition were not set at the same time.

He does both.

However, Hogwarts was once at war with goblins, and it was one of the few places in the world where both countercurses existed.

Thinking about it, he turned around in surprise.

Do you also have alien blood?

Several people quickly left the office. Before Mu En released the detection, she felt that she had lost the two cats in the painting.

The location is...a corridor on the second floor near the west tower...

"I have a bad feeling." Mu En said.

Snape's face was as dark as water. He had just said that it might be related to Parseltongue, but now——

Without even walking to the corridor on the second floor, they saw Mag directly at the door of the infirmary.

Mag was surprised by the speed of the three people, and then quickly said: "Another child has been killed."

Flitwick looked horrified: "Is it serious?!"

McGonagall glanced at Snape, then shook her head: "It's Marcus Flint of Slytherin."

Suddenly, everyone was surprised.

What does this mean...A second person has appeared to frame the heir of the secret room? Or is it a purely indiscriminate attack?

Or...wanting to cause conflict between the pure-blood family and Hogwarts?

The possibility of always flowing through his mind quickly, Mu En turned around: "I'll go to the place where the incident happened first."

He quickly walked to the deep corridor and suddenly found broken picture frames scattered on the ground, and the surrounding canvas was torn several times.

The death of magic painting begins with the canvas.

He opened his hand, and the thin scarlet threads gradually condensed, and finally formed two drops of blood in his hand, fell into his palm, quickly penetrated the skin, and returned to the body.

Then, a picture appeared in his mind.

In the dark corridor, Flint was walking quickly in the corridor, as if he had an appointment. Then around the corner, a somewhat stooped and fat figure suddenly appeared, waving his wand quickly.

The sound was unclear, but judging from the sharp thorns that the curse track continuously formed, it was a piece of black magic.

Flint ducked out of the way, and at the same time, the cat on the mural quickly started howling weirdly.

Surveillance has always been an accessory function.

The core function is suppression.

The purpose of this is to protect children as soon as possible when a dangerous incident is detected.

Compared with this purpose, any secrecy and whether the cat in the painting will be exposed can be ignored! !

[Buster's Ballad] chanted quickly, suppressing the magic around them, and the song penetrated into the two people's minds like a strange whisper.

The rickety figure bowed down in pain, but the next moment, a diffuse violent magic power exploded from his body.

It's not like a curse...but a pure magical riot...

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