Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On the hospital bed, Marcus Flint looked at Mu En with cold eyes and felt chills all over his body. A kind of terrifying energy enveloped his whole body, as if even his breathing had stopped involuntarily.

"Professor...what are you talking about?" He whispered weakly.

"Tom Riddle's diary." Moon spoke again: "You know what that is!"

Dumbledore also stood in front of the hospital bed at this time, his eyes like X-rays, piercing people's hearts.

"I've heard..." he said tremblingly: "Riddle, it's Tom Riddle, right? I've heard my dad say that that was the mysterious man's previous name..."

Mu En leaned over slightly and looked directly at him.

Flint stared at those eyes, as if he vaguely saw a shocking wave.

"Flint, it seems that you know that denying it is the stupidest thing to do... However, this is still not a smart choice.

The smartest choice is always to turn back without taking any chances before the real mistake happens, even if you may have to bear some losses for it. "

"Wrong?!" His voice suddenly changed.

wrong! Such a gesture…

Flint seemed to be a different person at this time, and he said arrogantly: "What is a mistake? Is it up to you to decide whether it is right or wrong?"

At the same moment, Mu En put her fingers together and tapped his forehead fiercely.

Thought intrusion——

"Professor!" Several children next to him stood up nervously.

Dumbledore looked at the children with a serious expression: "If you have had a good rest, you can go out and enjoy the rare vacation time first."

Harry nodded blankly, and then looked at Moon worriedly.

"Okay, Professor."

With that said, he turned around first and took the two of them away.

When passing by Snape's hospital bed, he looked complicated.

Seeing the three children leaving, Dumbledore also raised his wand, first closed the curtain, then lifted the quilt and pointed the wand at Marcus's belly.

As the Elder Wand slowly opened, a vertical blood streak appeared on his abdomen.

The blood was imprisoned by invisible forces and did not flow out.

And in the abdominal cavity, there is a black notebook, squeezing other organs, lying inside...

In the realm of souls, Mu En's figure appeared.

In a void of space, two figures appeared. One is the extremely weak Marcus Flint.

The other person was a tall boy with black hair, thin cheeks and an arrogant smile.

"Moon Jones." He spoke slowly, with a somewhat unhappy look on his face: "Sure enough, a mouse can never accomplish anything!!"

His tone was full of dissatisfaction with Peter Pettigrew.

Mu En looked at him: "I have always been puzzled, who is the person behind this?

After all, it stands to reason that Riddle self-destructed his last remaining soul last year and should reappear in this world some time later...

But now that I see you, I understand. "

"Me? Self-destructed?!" He lowered his head, a little gloomy.

"Yes." Mu En nodded: "You are the first Horcrux he made, right.

The diary... was probably made when I was a student. Making a Horcrux requires killing someone, is it Myrtle? "

Speaking of this, the boy had a subtle smile on his face, and any expression of emotion at the soul level was very active and difficult to hide.

"Ha, you are so proud... Indeed, making a Horcrux while still a student is something that has been very difficult for anyone to do for thousands of years.

Although there were some harmless mistakes...for example, he didn't have a clear understanding of the relationship between soul and memory at that time.

But this is still commendable. "

"There is no need for you to comment." He said coldly: "If it weren't for that idiot Peter, you wouldn't even be able to stand in front of me and speak now."

He made no secret of his contempt for Peter.

"You don't understand, right?" Mu En said.

"You don't understand why your future self, the self who should have become stronger decades later, would get involved with a guy like Peter."

"Hmph!" He waved his hand: "A scum, garbage among garbage, weak and dirty rat. Using his body is the most disgusting thing I have ever done."

The teenage Riddle was completely different from the defeated Voldemort. He was obviously more arrogant and looked down on Peter at all.

"So you want him dead?"

"Death is not a pity!" Riddle said lightly: "It's a pity, I still think highly of him. Without the basilisk, he can't do anything."

"So, you told him about the spell and led him to kill Ron Weasley.

As long as these two are dead, no one will know you exist anymore, so you can start a new school with Marcus Flint and hatch another plan.

And no one will ever suspect you, because Flint is the victim and the least noticed in all of Hogwarts. "

"Flint?" His voice was a little higher and he shook his head sadly: "It's barely enough. This guy's desire for power has reached its extreme. Guess why?"

He didn't say that his initial target was Draco Malfoy. After all, the scene of him being thrown away like trash was a bit ugly.

Mu En glanced at the weak soul next to him, which was Flint's soul. At this time, he didn't react much and had been completely suppressed by Riddle.

"Because of Harry Potter?" Mu En was a little unsure about this answer.

"Yes, it seems that you have more control over this school than I thought. I am very confused as to why Dumbledore allowed your existence." He said with some surprise.

Mu En shook her head and did not answer him. She just praised him and said, "You succeeded."

"What's the meaning?"

"I don't know if this has anything to do with your curse, but you did succeed in making me very unhappy."

After that, the sound of waves appeared behind him.

"Now, get out of this child's body!"

A black wave as strong as the sky came from behind Mu En, instantly drowning her——

At the same time, when Dumbledore saw Moon opening his eyes, he pulled the diary out of Flint's abdomen and cut off the link between him and Flint.

"Healed as before——"

Dumbledore slowly chanted the curse, and the crack in Flint's abdominal cavity quickly disappeared.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and saw the blood-stained notebook in Dumbledore's hand.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but touch his belly, but felt nothing.

"Professor, I..."

The words were stuck in his throat, and deep fear appeared in his eyes.

He couldn't imagine how he would be treated, would he be expelled? To be sent to the Inquisition and end up spending the rest of his life in Azkaban?

"You made a wrong choice. Fortunately, it has not turned into a big mistake." Mu En looked at him: "Don't worry too much, just take good care of your injuries first."

A temporary update to revise the previous chapter.

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