Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Returning to the infirmary, he quickly walked in and soon saw Dumbledore, McGonagall and Flitwick.

Meanwhile, in the cubicle, Pomona and Pomfrey were discussing the medicine needed for the treatment.

Several people immediately cast inquiring glances at him. After seeing Mu En shake his head, they lowered their eyes in frustration.

Flitwick looked pale and was very unwilling to accept this fact.

Mu En looked towards the hospital bed. The tall boy's face was pale at this time. The bones in his body felt much smaller, and his arms were laid flat like soft rubber sleeves.

"The Cruciatus Curse," Dumbledore said, with anger in his eyes.

In addition to the Cruciatus Curse, which actually dug out his bones, he also had many scars caused by dark magic on his body.

It looked extremely miserable.

"Black magic...such attainments..."

"frenzied!"

However, no matter how sad and angry they were, after Pomfrey and Pomona discussed the follow-up treatment issues, they were still kicked out of the infirmary with an extremely serious attitude.

All the teachers had to rush back to the lounge to make warnings and arrangements. Mag also had to notify the victim's family members overnight. This kind of bad thing could no longer be concealed.

Mu En put her hand on the door of the infirmary and set the spell again.

In the quiet corridor, there were only Moon and Dumbledore.

"You blocked all entrances and exits immediately, right?" Mu En said.

Dumbledore nodded: "Neither goblins nor wizards can apparate here, and house elves will not do anything to harm humans."

"Very well, now I will open up part of my memory to you."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise, then adjusted his glasses, and his blue eyes met Moon's vertical pupils.

"Are you sure your memory has no personal bias?"

"Don't look at me like you're looking after a child." Mu En said indifferently: "If I weren't worried about unclear dictation, I wouldn't be able to let you get into my head. Let's get started, you go up and I go down!"

Soon, Moon checked the wands of Hufflepuff's little wizards and found no problems.

Later, on the way to the Slytherin common room, he quickly received a message from Dumbledore.

A fiery red feather floated quietly in the corridor, spreading sparks.

He twisted his quill, and a message quickly entered his mind.

Immediately, in the empty corridor, the air twisted and exploded, and the people disappeared.

Outside the curtain of Dumbledore's office, Moon walked straight in, and three figures came into view.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, and a fat little man with tears in his eyes and a red face.

Neville Longbottom.

"Moon, I want you to check this wand." Dumbledore nodded and said in a very serious tone.

The corner of Moon's mouth twitched, and he found that he could easily follow Dumbledore's thoughts now.

Quickly walking to the table, he picked up the wand. At the same time, his right hand flashed, the crow-headed wand appeared, and black mist continuously overflowed from the eye sockets of the skull and floated into the air.

On the wand, wisps of black mist seemed to be drawn and kept escaping.

"Performed dark magic."

Then, Moon retracted his wand and looked at Neville. After hearing Moon's words, he seemed to be even more frightened.

Mu En knew that Neville was always a little confused and studied very seriously, but his efficiency was always very slow.

Therefore, he has always performed poorly in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which focuses on practical combat, and his performance in spellcasting is poor. In the duel club, he and Seamus were basically competing to see whose wrong spell cast would have more severe consequences...

"Don't worry, just because your wand has cast black magic, it doesn't mean you have cast black magic." Mu En comforted.

"I...I just found my wand...I always lose things...really..." he cried.

"Minerva, please take Mr. Longbottom to rest. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Moon smiled.

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. She had been worried. If it was really Neville, she simply didn't know how to face it.

"It's fine. What about the wand?"

"Of course, Mr. Longbottom still needs to rely on this to complete his homework." Dumbledore nodded.

The two left quickly...

After the office was quiet for a while, Dumbledore said: "That child is the Queen of Heroes."

"Longbottom?" Mu En was a little surprised.

Dumbledore nodded: "His parents were tortured by Death Eaters and are still lying on the hospital bed... This child, I don't believe he will lean into the abyss."

"You haven't seen his head?"

"I've looked, but found nothing... If he wants to avoid it, there are many ways..." Dumbledore spoke slowly, his eyes on the table.

He didn't want to face this fact, but his character forced him to retain the worst doubts and speculations about this child.

"Maybe I just put the blame on others." Mu En said calmly.

After becoming a hero, in order to avenge Voldemort's henchmen, he chose to rely on black magic. However, this child is still the most ordinary or even dull one...

This kind of script really makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Reserve your doubts for now, I will observe more." Dumbledore said.

He's had this temperament for decades and won't trust anything.

"It's best not to be a child." Mu En said lightly.

"The best result is that I can kill people without any psychological pressure."

Dumbledore kept looking at him, as if he had just met him.

He could feel Mu En's unabashed dissatisfaction.

Generally speaking, many wizards resist such displays of emotion.

"I just want to kill him." Mu En showed a gentle smile.

Just like Flitwick said, when you choose this identity, you naturally need to bear the corresponding responsibilities.

After Mu En left, on the wall, Phineas crossed his hands on the table and said seriously:

"Dumbledore, there is one more thing you must pay attention to. Flint's attack will accelerate the erosion of Hogwarts by the noble families and the Ministry of Magic."

Phineas is known as the most unpopular headmaster in history. However, no matter how criticized his high-pressure policies are, he is extremely skilled at mediating between the school board and the Ministry of Magic. He even knows portraits. A lot of awareness in this regard.

"I know, thanks for reminding me, Phineas."

Dumbledore nodded...

Early the next morning, news of Flint's attack and the first falling snow spread throughout the school.

Suddenly, rumors were flying in the school and everyone was suspicious.

This time, even Slytherin was worried.

Because Flint is not only a standard pureblood, but also a member of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families.

And now, he's been attacked.

At the same time, after the basilisk was dealt with, Flint was still lying in the infirmary, which gave ground for rumors to grow.

Some people said that he was badly burned by the fire and needed to recover slowly. Some people say that eight parts of his body were removed and they were to be put back together like Frankenstein.

Although many people are confused about what Frankenstein is, this does not prevent fear from growing and rumors spreading.

And here, the corresponding Porter theory is naturally indispensable.

Flint is so stupid, he disgraced the pure-blood family, do you understand? ! He's like a troll, he's a disgrace to purebloods, so he's being purged!

You only need to inquire a little to know that Potter and Flint are not at odds with each other. And he hasn't dealt with him since last year. He may have been planning to attack Flint for a long time.

The first-year students now always move together in small groups, as if they are afraid that if they act alone, they will be attacked.

Everyone is no longer calm.

"I can't do anything about their stupidity." Draco helplessly held his forehead and said in a tone that was talking about trolls: "This coincides with what I said two days ago. Flint is really... somewhat famous. Although I think he is stupid enough."

"Don't think so much." Harry shook his head indifferently and changed the topic:

"Actually, I thought at first that you would think that this kind of talk and attention was not a bad thing, and advised me to enjoy it."

"I'm not mentally ill." Draco snorted.

“You can be stepped on by them in an upright manner, but in their words you become a villain who attacks others.

Those who are happy with this kind of negative attention can only be those guys who have no ability but are very eager to attract other people's attention. "

He raised his head disdainfully: "I like the abbreviation - trash!!"

Harry laughed at his words, and Draco raised the corners of his mouth with an unkind look on his face: "What do you mean? I've got as many extra points as you did this semester! Be careful, I'm almost catching up with you. ”

"Come on." Harry shrugged.

The bell rang, and the crowd rushed out of the classroom.

"Hello, Harry." Colin, who had just finished class, came over and said hello.

"Hello, Creevey." Harry smiled and nodded: "Thank you for speaking out in the Gryffindor common room before. Hermione told me."

"Really?" Colin became excited, and then quickly wanted to say something more, but was carried away by the flow of people coming from behind and carried away into the distance.

"Holy shit, it's so crowded." Draco quickly backed away, and the two of them followed the flow of people and turned into a deserted corridor on the third floor.

"He said this place is better than St. Mungo's. What can I do?" A rich man's voice that they had never heard before reached their ears.

Then, there was another sharp and mean woman's voice: "Let him do whatever he wants. If you want to transfer him to the hospital now, he will probably die of pain on the way."

"I'm afraid he'll have to stay here this Christmas."

"It's still Christmas... That old guy thought he could make a big deal out of a big deal. Last year he escaped the Ministry of Magic's scrutiny, but he won't this year. Dorais, contact Ms. Skeeter for me."

"Yes." A sharp voice sounded, which seemed to be a house elf.

The sound became farther and farther, and the two gradually couldn't hear their conversation...

"They are Flint's parents!" Draco looked at Harry with a confused look on his face, and then said, "I met them at a low-level banquet."

"What's the Skeeter he's talking about?"

"I don't know, he seems to be a writer of funny novels. My father and his friends would occasionally talk about Skeeter's writings at banquets, and they would laugh when they talked about it. They laughed happily." Malfoy spread his hands and said,