Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Early the next morning, the warm sun was high.

Mu En took Porter to the Monaskirti Market, which in layman's terms is an antique street and flea market.

Some old glass cabinets are filled with various ancient accessories, bottles, jars and small clay sculptures.

As a traveler, maybe buying one or two of these would be a good choice.

But their purpose is not here.

Arriving at the depths of the market, they easily found an awkward alley. No one who walked into it looked back, and most tourists turned a deaf ear to it.

With a subtle touch, you can detect the magic attached to it.

Stepping into it, you reach the end. There is only a stone wall with white tiles in front of you.

As for the people who entered it before, they have disappeared.

Mu En caught the sound in her ears and turned around.

"Mr. Jones, what a coincidence. Are you going to the old town of Pocar as well?" Huckleton slightly lowered the brim of his hat as a courtesy.

"It seems that the magic world is indeed not that big." Mu En smiled: "We are worrying about the entrance."

At this moment, in his eyes, six small dots appeared on the wall.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his wand and clicked on the corresponding positions above the points. The invisible thread was connected to the next point.

Then, under the various points connected by the silk thread, an infinitely expanding spiral appears.

After he completed the connection of the spiral lines, the entire wall gradually began to vibrate, and the sound of tapping the framed stone bricks appeared.

Then, the entire stone wall began to shrink inward, as if being sucked into a whirlpool.

"It looks like Diagon Alley...Uncle Mu En, is there anything special behind the scenes?"

"No." Mu En smiled: "I just used the Fibonacci array..."

As he said that, a wide path was revealed in front of him. After taking two steps forward, the group suddenly became enlightened.

The so-called Pokal Market is actually a small square surrounded by shops.

In the middle of the square, there is a huge white jade-like statue of Athena. Not counting the helmet, it is about six meters tall alone.

Under the statue, there are stalls. The wizards coming and going can set up their own stalls here, which is quite lively.

It is unknown whether the contents inside are safe or whether they are related to black magic.

Just like Durmstrang would let students have a brief introduction to black magic. Although most countries have policy restrictions and public fear of black magic, they are far less talkative than the UK.

And even if the talk turns sour, there are still quite a few dark wizards in Britain.

After all, no matter where you are, there are always people with curiosity or other desires that are far beyond ordinary people.

Stepping up the steps along the edge of the square, Mu En looked to the side in surprise.

"Mr. Huckleton, you're not going to have a cup of coffee," Moon said.

"Of course," said Huckleton, "I've always had this habit."

Mu En nodded and said no more. Soon, they came to an old cafe located in the market.

Similarly, the eyes of the three people were quickly caught by a swaggering figure.

"Yes, it's me."

"Signature? Well, I can't find a reason to refuse."

"I'm just here for a vacation. Of course, there may be some small secret missions involved! If you pay attention to my future works, you might be able to find out."

Today, Lockhart changed his clothes again and put on a Greek robe, and on both sides of him, there were many girls.

Yes, his fan base is mostly girls and... old women.

In any case, he did make himself a scene in the market at this moment.

Next to the coffee shop, a homeless man with his hunched body lying huddled in a wooden barrel and his upper body naked looked helplessly at the flow of people in front of him.

He sighed, stood up holding the barrel, and walked towards the direction of Mu En and the others.

He is very thin, like a bamboo pole... No, his back is straight and his eyes are bright. He is not as desolate as he looks.

It should be said that he is like an iron rod.

The only covering covering his body was a piece of obscene trousers between his legs, and the wand was also stuck in it.

In his hand, he held an old newspaper and a pen...

Then, he came to Mu En and the others, looked at the open space next to them, sat on the ground, leaned against the wall, put his eyes on the newspaper in his hand, and continued writing.

Harry looked at the man in confusion, and after much hesitation, he took out a few galleons from his pocket.

He walked over quickly, first squatted down and looked at the stooped old man at eye level, and then handed over the Galleons in his hand.

"Sir, it's getting cold," Harry said.

The old man raised his head, glanced at Harry first, then looked up at the sky, and then laughed.

"Hahaha, kid, thank you for your kindness..."

As he spoke, he tore off a piece of the newspaper in his hand, put it into Harry's hand, and then took a galleung from his palm.

"Thank you. If you have time, remember to learn geometry." He said for no reason, and then waved to the side.

"Okay, kid. It's time for you to leave. You're blocking my sunlight."

Harry stood up in confusion, holding the remaining galleons and the crumpled newspaper in his hands.

Mu En patted his shoulder.

"Well done."

Several people walked forward, and Harry looked puzzled: "Uncle Moon, that person is..."

Mu En smiled and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe...if I said he was a dog, he wouldn't refuse and thank me for the compliment."

"Okay...does that mean he chose that kind of life on his own?"

"Maybe so." Mu En said.

Harry could only nod, wondering why someone would choose to live in a barrel and still be naked in the winter.

Choose this life...

As he spoke, he unfolded the newspaper.

Among the characters and pictures, a geometric pattern that was not too clear was depicted.

At the same time, it is also full of data...

"Ah, a geometry question..." Mu En nodded slightly and looked at it carefully for a moment.

"There is a magic hidden in this."

Just as he was speaking, Mu En's hand suddenly moved forward and pinched a wrist that suddenly appeared. He turned his head slightly with a cold gaze.

"Mr. Huckleton, what are you doing?"

Shockleton was seen breathing heavily and quickly calming down. It was obvious that he had become extremely excited just now or for some reason.

What are you excited about?

For this geometry question? Or is it for the magic in it?

He withdrew his hand and awkwardly shook his sore wrist.

"I'm really sorry, I couldn't help but be curious. Mr. Potter, can you show me this newspaper?"

Just as he was talking, a man walked out of the coffee shop. It was the Auror team leader they had met yesterday.

"Mr. Huckleton, you are finally here."

Facing Mu En's surprised gaze, he came over and shook hands with Shockleton.

"Mr. Loreton, I'm not late, am I?" Hockleton shook hands with him: "I wonder if the dark wizard you mentioned who wants to cooperate with us is here?"

After looking at the behavior of the two people, Mu En had doubts. Shockleton... was also related to this matter?

Then Loreton looked at Mu En.

"Who is this…"

Mu En smiled.

"I am the dark wizard you call me."