Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Be it misunderstanding or fight.

It should all disappear when he stood at the door.

If not, he wouldn't mind using some special means.

Today’s lesson is about red hats, classified by the Ministry of Magic as XXXX. They are a kind of short dwarf goblin. They were a specialty of the Celtic region before Magellan traveled around the world and started the Age of Discovery.

Of course, they can now be found everywhere, wherever there is blood. Usually, they lurk in the dungeons of castles and the trenches of battlefield ruins, waiting to ambush those who are lost, and they also enjoy dipping their hats in blood for great satisfaction.

At this time, Mu En was explaining the ugly little goblin in the iron cage.

"Vibrant—"

"This is a universal spell to drive away red hats. This little creature is actually not very powerful."

Bang bang bang——

A group of young wizards shrank their necks when they looked at the dwarf in the cage, who was as tall as his calves, grinning, and looked extremely fierce.

It bit the iron fence with its teeth frantically, making an unpleasant sound. Seeing that its teeth were ineffective, it raised its slender arms again.

At the other end of his arm was a huge wooden stick as big as his own body, which was being smashed with clang.

He looked like he was crazy.

Moon's wand lightly tapped on the iron cage, and a semi-transparent ripple flow enveloped it, and soon, the noisy sound disappeared.

Then he raised his hand and demonstrated to the children.

"Vibrant - lifting, lowering, lifting"

…

"Follow my rhythm, the old rules! You don't need me to lead you through We will rock you again!"

"Yes! Definitely!" Fred George said.

Every time Professor Jones takes them to learn spells, they are the ones who look forward to singing this song together the most.

"Huh, no way." Mu En smiled and raised his wand: "Come on, follow me!"

"Vibrant—"

"Mr. Lexer, remember to add a clever little transliteration! Miss Marian, you can upgrade to another Key!"

"Okay, do it again, this time raise your wands -"

…

Soon, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Some senior students behind were a little disappointed and failed to reach the practical part.

Because something went wrong when Neville faced the red hat.

"Very good, I don't think I need to say more about this week's homework. The red hat is very simple, just a three-inch paper."

"Oh, really?" Ron said excitedly. Professor Jones hadn't given such a short assignment in a long time.

"Yes, of course it's true." Mu En nodded: "But next, I will throw this red hat into the school, so you guys should be careful."

"Oh! Damn it!"

"As expected."

"Fred, what do you think about catching this thing and throwing it into Percy's dormitory?"

"good idea!"

Mu En clapped her hands and interrupted the turbulent discussion: "Okay, get out of class is over!"

The children said goodbye to the professor. Ron put his arm around Neville's shoulders and said proudly: "Don't worry, when we catch him, we will throw the red hat into the Slytherin lounge."

He performed very well, successfully released the vitality spell once, and now his confidence has greatly increased.

"I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts genius!"

Neville lowered his head and nodded in agreement with Ron.

Suddenly, he was shaken and turned around quickly: "Okay, Professor."

"What's wrong?" Ron didn't understand what happened.

"Didn't you hear? The professor just asked me to wait for him..." Neville said in surprise.

"Mr. Longbottom, it was me who shouted."

Mu En's voice interrupted Neville's surprised inquiry to Ron.

He just used earphones to call out the Harry Nawi people.

The original intention was to save some face for the children...but I didn't expect Neville's reaction to be so big.

"Come with me." Mu En nodded and said, turned around, packed up her things, and walked toward the spiral staircase behind the podium that led directly to the office on the third floor.

Neville looked miserable, feeling that he was unlucky.

As the crowd gradually left, Harry, Draco and Hermione also became prominent.

He immediately understood why Mr. Jones wanted him to stay in court.

"Let's go." Harry pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

The quarrel and conflict just before class happened so suddenly and without any reason.

Draco looked at Neville unhappily. If looks could kill, Neville would die countless times.

He didn't understand why Neville was so hostile to him for no reason.

He admitted that he had said small things about the other person behind his back...but...he had never pointed at someone and cursed him.

Several people hurriedly walked upstairs.

Mu En's office was warm, the layout was still simple, and music was playing slowly.

Moon first paused the music on the gramophone, and then took out a candle from his right arm.

"Why did you think of using anniancao candle?" Lucifer asked in surprise.

"A few children seem to be making trouble." Mu En said: "An Nian Cao can make them calmer and more frank.

Only in this way can the trouble be solved. "

The candle was lit, and a faint blue smoke floated up, and a plain fragrance like the fresh green grass in spring lingered on the tip of the nose.

At the same time, four children also walked up.

Sitting in the back of his office, he raised his hand. Four pieces of pine wood beside the fireplace flew out and turned into four slender chairs.

"Sit down first." Mu En said.

Several children sat down as instructed, with different expressions.

Neville grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands and kept rubbing them, obviously extremely nervous.

And Hermione was only slightly better than him.

"Don't worry, I'm not detaining you to hold you accountable or punish you," Mu En said.

Neville and Hermione were visibly relieved.

"But before discussing this matter, I really want to know why you were quarreling just now - the whole ins and outs of it!" Mu En said.

"Miss Granger, can you tell me?" He looked at Hermione.

Hermione nodded and quickly told the whole story.

Mu En frowned, looked at Neville, and said calmly: "Neville, would you mind telling me why?"

"I...Professor..."

Mu En nodded: "If you don't want to, that's okay."

After saying that, his eyes shifted to Draco.

"And you, Mr. Malfoy."

"Tsk—" Draco put his hands up in displeasure and leaned back on the chair.

"who knows…"

As he said that, he met Mu En's eyes.

Suddenly, chills stood up.

He quickly sat upright, put down his hands, straightened his posture again, then took a deep breath, his head spinning.

The inexplicable fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose immediately made him feel better.

Finally, he looked at Neville unhappily.

"If it's because of me playing with your memory ball a year ago, then I apologize."

A year ago - that was so far away.

And when he got the memory ball, it was snatched away by Harry.

But after racking his brains, he could only think of this. Other than that, he had never communicated with this guy at all.

"I..." Neville didn't expect Draco to apologize at all.

It can even be said that no one can think of it! !

"It's not...I..." He was a little at a loss.

"You can say it boldly, maybe there are some misunderstandings." Mu En said gently and slowly with a peaceful smile on his face.

The entire office fell silent, leaving only the sound of the greasy pine wood crackling and burning in the fireplace.

After a moment, Neville said: "I don't want to say it."

Suddenly, he raised his head and explained quickly: "I didn't mean that, I meant..."

"you can say."

I don't know why, but at this moment, Draco felt that he had calmed down.

"Because you...you are the child of a Death Eater..."

Neville said softly.

"What?" Draco's voice rose. He had ten thousand reasons in his mind, and even...he could even accept Neville making up any reason for him.

Moon interrupted Draco's next words.

He looked at Neville: "Mr. Longbottom, is it because your parents are Aurors?"

Neville nodded stiffly.

"I see." Mu En nodded, then shook his head and said, "Neville, is it okay if I call you this?"

"Of course." Neville nodded quickly.

"Okay, Neville." Moon leaned forward slightly: "What I want to say is that Mr. Malfoy's father is still active in the magical world."

"But--"

"No, no, no, listen to me first." Mu En waved her hand.

"Suppose we assume that Draco's father may have actually been a Death Eater in the past. Draco, do you mind? Such a metaphor."

"I... don't mind." Draco nodded stiffly.

He didn't dare to tell Mu En directly. In fact, few Slytherins would be unhappy because they were called Death Eaters.

Even many years ago, during the period when You-Know-Who was at his peak, Slytherin was the Death Eater youth training camp.

"Even if he was a Death Eater, I don't think Draco would be." Moon said:

"Neville, first of all, I may be able to understand your attitude towards Mr. Malfoy.

However, just because Mr. Malfoy's father is a Death Eater, does not mean that he is a Death Eater! The harm you did to Mr. Malfoy is not justified enough. "

Saying that, Moon said something else: "Slytherin and Gryffindor should not hate each other."

"I..." Neville was very embarrassed.

Mu En looked at Neville's expression and intuitively told him that there was something hidden in it.

Then, Neville's eyes fell on Harry.

He took a deep breath and looked at Draco.

"Sorry, Malfoy."

"...No, it's nothing." Draco waved his hand in a bored tone.

He tilted his head to the other side and suddenly thought of one of the reasons why Harry was targeted when he first came to Slytherin.

He remembered what he had said to Crabgower just last night: "No matter what happens to adults, don't bring it to school."

If you say something, practice it!

He suppressed his inner unhappiness and said, "I have gotten to know at least half of the students of different grades in Slytherin at various gatherings...

I mean, the wizarding world is too small, and your parents and I may really have conflicts, but no matter what happened in the previous generation, I think it's better not to bring it to school. "

Several people looked at Draco in surprise.

Bang bang——

Mu En clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Excellent speech, three points for Slytherin."

Draco raised the corner of his mouth, then quickly suppressed it. His face turned red, but he said modestly: "It's nothing...that's what the book says."

Then, Mu En looked at Neville.

"Neville, now that Mr. Malfoy says he doesn't mind, what about you?"

"I?"

"Yes." Mu En nodded: "Neville, you are very smart, you know what I am talking about."

Neville was stunned for a moment. No one had ever said he was smart...

"If there's no problem, just shake hands." Mu En said again.

"Or, we can arrange a fight between you two." He suddenly changed the subject: "I have several friends who I don't know each other without fighting. Well... what do you think?"

"No, no need!" Neville said quickly, holding out his hand.

"I'm sorry, Malfoy." He said again: "I...I shouldn't have looked at you like that. I did something stupid."

Draco met his hand and nodded awkwardly.

"No...it's nothing. This can be considered a misunderstanding."

Somehow, the two people holding hands laughed awkwardly.

Children are always the opposite of adults.

A shy face that is not frank enough may hide a true apology.

"Okay, let's let this matter go as it is." Mu En nodded: "Well, let's go back to the original question."

"Oh..." Neville said, "But you have to promise not to tell anyone."

? !

Mu En's heart skipped a beat: "Neville, you can choose not to say anything, trust your inner choice."

"No, Harry needs it, doesn't he? Although I don't know why." Neville nodded seriously.

"My parents, they... they are all in St. Mungo's Hospital..." His voice was trembling and weak.

"For many, many years...because of the Death Eaters."

Draco understood something immediately, his breath froze, and he said inexplicably: "Sorry...Longbottom..."

"You don't have to be sorry, you're not a Death Eater." Neville forced a smile.

"Can you not tell me? I don't want others to pity me because of this." Neville said stubbornly.

"Of course." Mu En nodded: "I can assure you that I will cut out the tongue of anyone who dares to tell anyone."

Everyone felt inexplicably that he was not joking.

"No... of course not."

"no way."

"We can make an unbreakable oath." Draco even said.

Hmm... Although he had only heard of this curse from adults.

"Okay, let's end this discussion." Mu En nodded: "The conflict is resolved, let us wave it away like smoke."

The little wizards nodded one after another.

"Neville, can we talk again?" Moon said again. "Just like friends."

Neville gathered his courage and nodded.

The trio knew it was time to leave, and quickly bid farewell to Mu En and left.

Outside the office, Harry shook his head in despair: "Damn...I...how could I..."

"No, Harry...it just happened to happen. We didn't know it before." Hermione comforted.

"Don't think about it, let's go to the library."

As she said that, she looked at Draco.

"are you going?"

As soon as Draco came out, he leaned heavily against the wall and shook his head: "No... you go ahead... I want to calm down."

Hermione wanted to say another word of comfort, but unexpectedly Harry nodded.

"good."

He knew it was time to leave Draco alone to calm down.

In fact...he could feel that Draco's current situation was not much better than his. Things about my parents’ generation, conflicts of ideas, my own choices...

After a few people left, Draco was still leaning against the wall, looking up at the ceiling aimlessly.

In the quiet corridor, rustling sounds appeared.

He turned his head and saw a figure with red hair and freckles on his face.

Ron Weasley, he remembered this man.

"Weasley," he said.

"What are you doing?" Ron said with some hostility.

"Haha, don't hold on to that stupid academic barrier." Draco said again, with a little pride in the corner of his mouth, and returned to his previous tone.

"Let me ask you a question," he said.

"Death Eaters, and the Dark One - You-Know-Who!

What exactly are they? What on earth did they do? "

…

At the same time, in the office, Moon took Neville's wand.

"Neville, this isn't your wand, is it?"