Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Noon passed quickly, and until the end, Arthur could not understand why Jones would call tomorrow's court hearing good news.

Mu En also left the Three Broomsticks Bar and returned to school.

As soon as I entered the school, two little witches came over.

"Professor, are you busy tomorrow?" She said with an unhappy look on her face.

"Yes, Miss Patz. I have something to do tomorrow, so the class has been adjusted." Mu En nodded: "Why is this expression?"

"It has become Professor Snape's class." She said awkwardly, and then shouted: "Ah! That's not what I meant. No."

Snape appeared on the stairs and looked at Pats calmly: "Talk about the professor behind his back, five points from Ravenclaw!"

As he spoke, his figure gradually approached: "As long as you are self-aware, you will know how much I hate this arrangement, teaching idiots a lesson!"

The little witch had to leave miserably.

Then, Snape turned his deadly eyes on Moon.

"When will the competition start? Are you making any arrangements?"

"Don't worry, Severus, we have to wait for the children to get over their holiday time. Oh, by the way! Have you ever thought of coming up with some prizes?"

"Do you think I am their parent?"

Obviously, Snape disapproved of this proposal.

"You have to give them some incentives, um. How about the elixir of happiness, I think it will be enough to make the children flock to it."

"I don't have much. Only people who have no strength and hope for luck will like this kind of thing." Snape said calmly.

The last time he refined this thing was many years ago.

At that time, he was brewing another difficult potion, but he really lacked confidence, so he used some blessing elixir.

Another time, twelve years ago, he stood in front of that house at night in Godric's Hollow.

At that time, he drank a whole bottle, hoping that the goddess of luck would come.

But it doesn't help.

He hates all theories of luck, and is even more afraid that some people will become blind and arrogant because of their "lucky" things that others cannot do, and thus send themselves into the bottomless abyss one day in the future——

"Relying on luck will do more harm than good." Snape's voice was serious and calm.

"It's just a small gift. But what you said makes sense. Let's talk about it on the weekend. I have to go to class." Mu En nodded casually, and then a box appeared from his hand like magic.

"A gift from the Weasley family." He threw the box towards Snape, then turned and left.

Snape turned his hand, and the wand appeared from his hand, stabilizing the box in mid-air.

When I opened it, I found a small family cake that looked appetizing.

"Tsk——"

He handed the box to a passing Slytherin, then turned and left...

Early the next morning, outside the castle, Hagrid's hut.

It was still dark, and firelight shone through the hut's muddy and yellowed windows.

Hagrid was so excited that he got up early in the morning.

After taking out a deerskin coat that he had sewn many years ago from the closet and putting it on, he came to the mirror, wiped it with an old rag, and then began to comb his beard.

"Ya Ya, come over here and don't disturb me."

Today is a very important day!

He's already thinking about what he's going to do next weekend.

He wanted to go back, to that tomb, to tell that man that his son was not a murderer.

Then, pour him a bottle of his favorite liquor.

Finally, after Hagrid had braided his beard, it was just dawn.

When he opened the door, the cold wind swept through him. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and walked towards the castle impatiently.

When Dumbledore was wearing a nightgown, melting honey in a cup with a spoon, and then suddenly saw Hagrid, he was confused.

"Hagrid, why are you here? Isn't the trial at ten o'clock in the morning?"

"Oh! The guy below opened the door and I came in." Hagrid said with a silly smile: "I was thinking if it would be better to go earlier. I haven't been to the Ministry of Magic yet. Sir, when should we set off? ?”

Dumbledore glanced at the newly lit sky outside and smiled helplessly: "Right away."

"It just so happens that a friend of mine also invited me to come over earlier and catch up on old times in advance."

"Sir, do you want to call Mu En?" Brother Hai said.

"No, no, he's not here yet." Dumbledore stopped the excited Hagrid.

After sighing and putting down the cup, Dumbledore quickly changed his clothes and walked into the fireplace in the office with Hagrid.

"Ministry of Magic!"

Green flames rose up, and after a moment of spinning, the two arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh! Mr. Dumbledore, it's an honor to meet you."

"Professor, why are you here?"

The prestige of the old headmaster of Hogwarts was immediately revealed, and there were many people greeting him when he came and went. Peers or those facing him would inevitably move aside to make way for Dumbledore.

And Hagrid is not bad either. He has been at Hogwarts for fifty years, and every employee at the Ministry of Magic now knows him.

"Hagrid, long time no see." "Hagrid, why are you here and dressed up so formally?"

"Damn it, Hagrid, why do you look younger than me? I've only been working for three years!!"

While saying hello, the two walked into the ministry.

"Sir, who is the person you are dating?" Hagrid asked curiously.

Dumbledore looked at the time and turned his head: "Speaking of which, you still know this person. He has ignored external affairs for many years. But after he heard that this matter had something to do with you, he immediately Came over from Dorset.”

"Me?" Hagrid was even more confused.

"Sir, don't be joking. When did I have this ability?" He smiled.

Dumbledore showed a sly smile: "You will know when you see him later."

As he said that, he looked around, a little confused.

Newt is rarely late

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, an old wizard with a hunched back, a somewhat shy expression, and his hair sticking to his scalp came over from the elevator panting slightly.

"Ah, Dumbledore!!" He immediately noticed Dumbledore and Hagrid, who occupied half of the corridor.

"Perkins!" Dumbledore nodded to him: "What's wrong?"

He quickly waved his hands and said anxiously: "Thank God, I was originally worried about what to do and didn't know if I should wait for you here.

I just sent an owl to deliver a message to Hogwarts, but you obviously didn't deliver it - God, there was a message ten minutes ago -"

"What happened?" Dumbledore said, remembering some of the methods used by the Ministry of Magic many years ago.

"The trial is Hagrid's trial... They changed the time and location... to eight o'clock in the old tenth courtroom down there..."

"The one down there? Okay...I understand, Perkins, don't worry, take a rest."

With that said, Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Hagrid.

At this time, Hagrid's pupils couldn't stop shaking, and he was obviously a little frightened.

"Sir...this...this..." Hagrid said tremblingly.

"Don't worry, Hagrid! Let's go down first." Dumbledore said calmly, his face serious for a moment, and then he put on a relaxed smile again.

"It seems that Lady Luck is on our side today, otherwise why would we come here just in time and the trial is about to start, right!"

"Yeah!" Hagrid nodded hurriedly, giving himself psychological comfort.

Perkins also took a short rest at this time and was no longer out of breath. He stretched himself out and said, "Come on, you should have arrived ten minutes ago. Come on -"

With that said, he walked quickly towards the elevator room with Dumbledore Hagrid.

"Thanks, let's go down."

"Mr. Dumbledore, it's an honor to meet you. You can use it first. Hagrid, good morning, long time no see." Someone said and let the elevator out.

With Hagrid and Dumbledore, the elevator was already full. If Perkins hadn't been so thin, it wouldn't have been able to fit in.

The elevator went down. For Hagrid, this wide elevator was too claustrophobic, making him a little breathless.

"Sir, why did they change the time?" Hagrid raised his head, the whole back of his neck touching the ceiling of the elevator.

"I don't understand either. Maybe Fudge is too busy." Dumbledore said with a casual smile and a relaxed tone.

"Then where are we going down now?" Hagrid continued to ask, extremely nervous.

"The last time those courtrooms down there were used was for the trial of that cat head from your school last year. The last time they were used was many years ago."

Perkins explained: "I really don't understand why they chose to be there...unless...no! It doesn't make sense, Hagrid. When we were studying together, I thought it couldn't be you. You are innocent."

His words left Hagrid scratching his head. He didn't know why he turned to say something innocent.

He was innocent to begin with, wasn't he?

Dumbledore moved his eyes without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.

This made Hagrid even more nervous.

"Sir, what about Mu En?"

"No, there's no rush." ​​Dumbledore said, "Perkins has already sent a letter to Hogwarts and he will be here."

"That's good." Hagrid nodded.

Dumbledore added in his mind "Maybe..."

Soon, the elevator went down to the Department of Mysteries. Under the leadership of Perkins, they quickly walked down the stairs. Hagrid picked up Perkins and ran forward.

In the dark underground corridor, there was a clanging sound.

"Slow down, slow down! I can't see clearly! Tenth. Courtroom. I think we're almost there. That's right!"

Hagrid stopped in front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock.

Dumbledore was still following Hagrid.

"Thank you, Perkins." Hagrid said, then looked at Dumbledore: "Sir, let's go in."

"No, Hagrid, I'll go this way." Dumbledore shook his head and pointed to a corridor to the left of the door.

From here, you can go to the Wizengamot Seat above.

"Okay, come in quickly," Dumbledore said.

Hagrid could only nod, then turned and looked at the door. My heart seemed to be in my throat.

Dumbledore walked over from the side.

Hagrid turned back, hoping to see Mu En coming on the other side of the corridor.

"go quickly."

There was no Mu En, only Perkins' urging.

Hagrid turned around, swallowed, then decisively opened the door and stepped inside!

This is a spacious room with walls made of stacked black stones.

On both sides of Hagrid, there were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising, and on the highest benches in front of him, many dark figures suddenly appeared.

It was too dark here, and he couldn't see the specific features of those figures.

But there were gazes that looked down upon him, like ants being held in someone else's hand.

This left him at a loss.

Hagrid felt more relaxed when he saw a figure wearing a robe and reflective half-moon glasses appearing from behind.

Yes, Dumbledore is here, there is nothing he can't do!

boom--

As soon as the door closed, the entire courtroom fell silent.

A cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

"you are late."

"Sorry." Hagrid said quickly, "We just found out that the time has changed."

"It's not the Wizengamot's fault." The voice said, "I sent an owl to inform you this morning. Sit down."

Hagrid was suddenly angry and scared. He looked around, but only found an empty small chair.

He would sit there, waiting for their condescending judgment.

Hagrid walked over quickly, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the courtroom, abrupt and harsh.

Then, Hagrid carefully sat on his seat.

When he reached the middle, he could finally barely see the people above him.

There were about twenty or thirty people, wearing purple robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions.

Only a few people looked gentle or thoughtful.

And he was even more familiar with the people on the main seat.

The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge!

"January 6th trial." Fudge said in a loud voice, while a young clerk below him was busy taking notes.

"Second Trial [1943 Hogwarts Death Case of Myrtle Elizabeth Warren]"

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Loverey Yaxley, Senior Undersecretary. Trial transcript Member: Paul Lawson."

Gua——

In front of Fudge's long table, there was a sudden cry of a toad.

Fudge's voice paused for a moment, and then he continued: "The defendant is Rubeus Hagrid."

"Defense witness: Moon Capeton Jones."

As he spoke, a rustling voice appeared.

"Who is this guy?"

"That's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts..."

As he was talking, suddenly - click! !

Suddenly, the chair under Hagrid's butt broke into pieces, and he sat down on the ground.

At the same time, there were bursts of ridicule.

"Haha, what a stupid guy."

"The chair is broken, haha!"

Hagrid's face turned red and he couldn't even lift his head. He just stared helplessly at the broken pieces of wood below him.

"That's enough, you can just sit on the floor." Fudge said, as if he was in a hurry, and Hagrid's case was just a way to wipe the table during morning coffee time.

"I..." Hagrid's face turned red and he had to lower his head, not looking at the people above him.

"Hmm~" Fudge continued: "Are the defense witnesses here?"

Then Fudge looked around, with a proud smile on his face.

"Aha...it looks like someone is late."

"But the Wizengamot will not waste time. Now, the trial begins!!"

Hagrid's heart seemed to be jumping out of his throat, and he just wanted to look up to the sky and wail.

"Moen!"