Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Neville's face was a little twisted, and he kept circling his hands under the table.

"No…this is my wand."

Mu En put down the wand and felt the changes.

The wood is tired. Upon closer inspection, the place where the runes are engraved has abnormal cracks along the rune veins.

The core of the wand is covered in dust, and it doesn't look like magic power flows through it all the time.

The tip of the wand was even slightly charred.

It didn't look like a wand that was only two or three years old.

Hmm...Ollivander's unique anthropomorphic description.

Mu En looked at the nervous Neville and took out two glass cups. He opened the small box next to him and poured ice cubes into the glasses with a bang.

"What to drink? Whiskey or brandy?"

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"No professor, I...I don't have to." He waved his hand quickly.

"Then let's have a cup of warm eggnog!" As he said that, Mu En placed a cup of steaming white drink in front of Neville, with a few small yellow osmanthus flowers floating on the top.

"Cheers." Mu En held the cup in her hand and sprayed it with him.

Then Neville had to awkwardly hold the cup and take a sip.

It wasn't until he took a moment to realize that it was just a cup of hot milk.

"I said - it's just a chat, don't be so nervous." Mu En laughed and picked up the wand.

"Neville, it's tired." Moon said.

"It...who?"

"Your wand." Another voice said from the table.

Mu En turned the photo frame over, and a girl in a green dress appeared in the photo frame, following the hair of a big cat.

"This is my friend, Miss Sindel." Mu En introduced. The picture frame on the table was empty. It was specially prepared for Sindel.

He planned to prepare some more after a while.

"Hello, my name is Neville Longbottom, from Gryffindor." Neville greeted.

He relaxed a lot.

Seeing this, Mu En handed the wand back to him.

"Professor, what do you mean it's tired?" Neville asked quickly.

"Magic wands are very loyal." Mu En said: "It once served another person, tried its best to change itself, and became a close partner with him.

And now, although it is willing to serve you, but - the changed appearance cannot be adjusted anymore. "

"Professor, what do you mean..." Neville shook his head: "I don't want to change."

Mu En was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"This is just advice from a friend - the choice is yours. Also I have to say, your determination is admirable.

damn it! If I were a teacher instead of a friend now, I would definitely give you some serious points! "

"Professor, you can actually do it." Neville said, raising the corners of his mouth.

The office fell silent.

Neville suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and finally worked up the courage to tell a joke...

"I refuse." Mu En smiled: "There's no way you want me to secretly give you points here." Mu En said.

Neville laughed.

Afterwards, Mu En and Neville chatted for a while, and the conversation didn't end until the hot milk in the cup bottomed out.

"A very introverted child." Sindel said: "He said that when he laughed and made trouble for the first time, he was extremely nervous and was afraid that no one would respond."

"Yes." Mu En nodded: "It's quite interesting..."

"Mr. Cat, so you think that wand is..."

"It belongs to his father or mother," Mu En said, leaning back on the chair.

They had talked a lot just now, but Mu En deliberately did not talk in this direction.

And in some of the discussions about Neville's life, there is no mention of his parents.

even…

"Toad is a pet. It seems that the old lady is obviously worried about her grandson." Mu En said.

In the past, toads were known as the devil's pets and had a very bad symbol.

Perhaps Mrs. Longbottom hoped that such a demon pet could protect her silly grandson.

"Well...it seems I have to go talk to Dumbledore..." Moon stood up and walked out.

…

In the evening, after comparing common alchemical herbs among modern wizards, Harry finally figured out a method that could be used to concoct a golden apple branch.

He returned to the dormitory happily and was about to take a rest when he opened the door and saw Draco sitting alone on the bed.

The candles in the lounge were lit, and the dim candlelight flickered, illuminating only the thin black shadow beside the bed.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Hmm..." Draco hummed in response.

It wasn't until Harry walked in for a moment that he said, "Um, do you mind if I ask about your father?"

If we were to talk about who was the most famous person who fought against Voldemort, probably besides Harry Potter and Dumbledore, it was the Potters.

He could only think of this, but on the other hand... it was hard to say anything. After all, he had just inexplicably had a conflict with Neville over something similar.

Harry's hand froze for a moment, then nodded: "I don't mind, but I don't know much myself. You know, I want to find more people to understand."

"I don't understand at all." Draco smiled awkwardly: "I want to ask, what do you think Death Eaters mean to them?"

"Rubbish."

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"Oh, sorry. I said it wrong - it's in my eyes." Harry waved his hand sheepishly.

"It should be said that in their eyes, maybe he is Voldemort's lackey? He is a guy who creates chaos and arbitrarily deprives other people of their names for his own benefit."

"Is there anything wrong with pursuing your own interests?" Draco said.

"That's right." Harry nodded: "But at least there is a certain bottom line, right?

When a guy abandons his bottom line for profit, in my opinion, it is actually equivalent to removing himself from the human group. "

As he said this, Harry waved his hand.

"Perhaps in their minds, if they remove themselves from the human group, they are like aloof gods. But in fact, most of them are just beasts without humanity."

"What the hell..." Draco helplessly raised his forehead: "Speak simply."

"Trash." Harry waved his hand.

"What about Professor Snape..."

"That's rubbish too," Harry said simply.

"Unless he really has something hidden... Well, I am willing to believe this. After all, Principal Dumbledore believes in him so much, and Professor Jones has never said anything bad about him."

The latter is the biggest reason why Harry trusts Snape.

Draco shook his head: "Forget it, I don't understand what you are talking about at all...just go eat."

Harry shrugged and walked outside nonchalantly.

The corridor was bustling with people. Looking at the people walking on the other side, Draco, who was quiet, suddenly said: "Okay, I admit... I am indeed quite ignorant."

This is what Harry said during the first Duel Club meeting this semester.

"Why do you say that suddenly?" Harry said.

"It's just...I suddenly found that what I had absorbed all along was too one-sided."

There was something else he didn't say.

If he hadn't played with Harry Potter, he might not have interacted with those Gryffindors to this day.

He didn't know Neville, the Auror child, and he didn't know Granger, who came from a Muggle family and had the best grades in the entire grade.

He also didn’t recognize the Hagrid who could kill him with one punch and wrestle with a fire dragon——

Just keep hanging out in Slytherin.

"That's true." Harry nodded: "Have you ever been to a place where ordinary people live? Even just visiting a supermarket or something."

"What is a supermarket?"

"It's...a place to sell things. You can think of it as a store opened by one person. But the size of that store is the entire Diagon Alley."

"I haven't been there... There is a Muggle village far away from my home, but my father has never taken me there. When I was a child, I was either in someone else's manor or my own manor," Draco said. With.

"I looked up the family tree. In fact, Muggles lived in my manor before... Then my grandfather's grandfather used magic to kill several people... and it occupied a large area..."

The two walked to the auditorium, and Harry suggested: "If you have a chance, let's go outside and play."

Hearing this proposal, Draco was a little moved, and then shook his head helplessly: "My father will not allow it. Maybe...he will think that I have been brainwashed."

"Um...it's possible." Harry nodded awkwardly.

"Maybe I'll have to wait until I'm Hedlund's age before I have a chance to go out and see."

"Malfoy, I heard you mentioned me..." Suddenly, Hedlund's voice came from behind the two of them.

…

The next day, as soon as the morning class was over, Mu En packed up her things and walked out of school.

Arriving at Hogsmeade, he walked into the Three Broomsticks pub. The bar's proprietress, Ms. Rosmerta, is over forty years old, but her appearance remains ageless and her charm remains.

Mu En's keen ears had heard the name of this landlady from the mouths of young wizards more than once.

"Professor Jones, you are here." As soon as Mu En walked in, Rosmerta came over to greet him.

He actually doesn't come here very often, but his appearance is so outstanding that no one can forget it.

The drinkers here were much more normal than the people at the Pig's Head Bar, and they all greeted the Hogwarts professor.

"Here we are, is there a seat now?" Mu En smiled and took off his hat.

"Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are already here." Rosmerta said: "It's in the back room, just around the corner from here. Do you want any drinks? Or order them later."

"Give me a cup of red cherries." Mu En said, handing over a galleung: "I'll pay for the consumption there first, and I'll settle the account later."

"Okay, I'll come right away." Rosmerta nodded.

When they reached the corner, Mu En took a deep breath and felt that there was some trouble.

Then, he walked into it.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a fat woman with calluses on her hands and wearing an old but clean long skirt. The man on the other side was a little thin, but in good spirits and had a comfortable smile.

This atmosphere…

After shaking hands with the two of them, he also learned their names.

Molly Weasley and Arthur Weasley.

After the usual greetings, Mu En got down to business.

"I think I have some guesses about the purpose of your visit. Here, I must first express my apology——"

"Sorry?!" Molly interrupted him.

"Oh my gosh, Jones, you don't have to apologize...oh my gosh, we're here to say thank you!"

"Thank you?!" Mu En was also surprised for a moment and shook his head: "No... no need to thank you. If something like this happens in the school, we cannot shirk our responsibility."

"No, no, no." Arthur waved his hands quickly: "Professor Jones, to be honest... when Ron told us that the culprit of what happened during this period was the rat in our house, we were simply frightened.

Subsequently, we quickly contacted Dumbledore to confirm the news. That guy turned out to be Peter - although we still don't know why Peter is alive, but luckily you are here at Hogwarts and saved the child's life! "

As he said this, a question appeared on Arthur's face: "Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you?"

"Me?" Mu En raised the corner of her mouth: "This guy didn't tell me anything... and I didn't know that you had contacted him..."

"Oh." Arthur nodded: "It seems... this is a small misunderstanding. We are not here to hold you accountable, and it is too late for us to thank you."

"It's not just me, there's Severus as well." Mu En nodded and brushed off the deep gratitude.

"Oh...Snape." Arthur tutted helplessly.

"Actually... okay. There may be some contradictions in our relationship." Arthur said.

As she spoke, Molly took out multiple carefully packaged paper boxes.

"I'm really sorry, I don't have any gifts worth giving out at home. After much thought, my lover's craftsmanship has never gone wrong over the years," Arthur said.

As she said that, a subtle hint of shyness flashed across Molly's face, and she opened the box, revealing the small cakes inside.

"You can try it, I won't let you down." Arthur said, very confident in his wife's craftsmanship.

Mu En nodded and picked up a piece.

Arthur was not exaggerating. Molly's craftsmanship was indeed very good.

"It's almost time to start a cooking class." Moon said, and then asked: "Mr. Weasley, from what you said just now, it seems that you know Peter Pettigrew? Can you tell me about it?"

"Oh, this!" Arthur nodded: "To be honest, if Dumbledore hadn't nodded, we wouldn't have dared to think that Peter would be the culprit of all this.

Logically speaking, he should have died more than ten years ago... He is still a war hero. "

"I suspect that he came because he was focused on the remoteness of our home." Molly said: "At that time, apart from Dumbledore and Feng... only a few people knew about our home, and he used this to escape many investigations."

"Yes, yes dear," Arthur soothed, sweat forming on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Molly suddenly found out the reason why food was often thrown away at home, and she was so cruel to that guy."

"Arthur, it's because of the children!" Molly glanced at him.

Arthur shrank his neck and decided to avoid the topic: "Actually, there is one more thing I want to tell you Jones. It's about Hagrid's case tomorrow."

Mu En's expression became more solemn.

“Actually, there is another reason why the minister chose today’s hearing date.

I don’t know if you know that Greece recently cracked down on an international wizard theft gang called the Hand of Glory.

Now the Greek authorities have invited many very famous scholars and wizards to hold a meeting on the recovery of stolen items.

And you know, many of Professor Dumbledore's friends in the Wizengamot were also invited. "

"You mean, at tomorrow's court hearing, most of the people on the review panel will be Fudge's people?" Mu En said.

"That's right." Arthur nodded seriously: "Mr. Jones, you must be careful, they will definitely give you many obstacles tomorrow.

When the time comes, the people there won't be too kind to you, Hagrid, or Professor Dumbledore! "

As he said that, he sighed helplessly: "I'm just from an unrelated department. I'm really sorry. The only thing I can do is bring this bad news."

Moon smiled: "No, no, no, Mr. Weasley, this is not bad news."

As he said that, Mu En had a sinister smile on his face.

"This is seriously good news!"