Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

With doubts about the animagus, Harry said goodbye to the professor.

Animagus. His understanding of this magic is too superficial. Although it has happened more than once——

"Harry!"

Draco's shout directly interrupted his thoughts. Many people in the corridor looked sideways at this, seeing Draco walking quickly, panting.

"Marcus!" Draco said quickly, and then quickly approached.

"Marcus Flint is leaving," he said quickly.

"What?" Harry didn't respond. "What do you mean you're leaving?"

"That's what it means. Didn't we go to the infirmary in the morning? Then we talked about it after you left."

Draco didn't tell Harry how they started the conversation - his father!

"He said that his father will come to the principal's office today at noon to process his withdrawal from school. He is going to transfer to Durmstrang."

"Why?" Harry didn't understand. "He has been studying here for five years and will take the OWLs exam soon. Now he is transferring to another school. That's not the case."

"His dad is worried about him," Draco explained.

"What?"

"It's the conflict between the family and Hogwarts." Draco whispered: "Old Flint is worried that the professors at Hogwarts will do something to Marcus. You know."

"How is that possible? This is simply alarmist!"

"Old Flint is scared." Draco shrugged: "It seems that you don't quite understand what Dumbledore looks like in the eyes of aristocratic families."

Harry was silent, and in his mind he couldn't help but recall what Draco said himself on the day of the first-year opening party.

"Old madman?"

"That's right, lunatics don't make sense. And the OWLs exam? To put it bluntly, no one cares about them. In fact, I don't even care."

"Okay." Harry nodded: "It's none of my business."

"Okay." Draco looked at Harry and suddenly felt bored, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Hagrid. I have to ask if there are any animal parts that can be used to make a wand."

"You can use the word material."

At the same time, in the principal's office.

Old Flint was a somewhat bald man who looked almost fifty-six years old. He was slightly chubby, but his face was as round as a ball. His facial features were the same as Flint's, like a troll.

"You can keep Flint here, that's absolutely fine. Hogwarts will definitely be a place where people feel at ease. On the other hand, Flint's friends are all here." Dumbledore still suggested : "We do not want to hold anyone accountable. What your son did did not have any negative consequences, and we did not publicize it."

"Yes, thank you Hogwarts for your generosity." Cold sweat gradually broke out on Old Flint's forehead.

"Actually, the fundamental reason is that I have moved my business to Northern Europe and I have no choice but to leave with my children."

"Really?" Dumbledore's voice was full of meaning: "If that's the case, then I can only give my blessing."

Hearing this, he was relieved, and Old Flint finally felt relieved.

However, Dumbledore's next words reminded him again.

"but."

"Next week, Hogwarts will welcome a special, professional Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. My suggestion is that Flint can finish his classes next week before leaving."

"this"

"Mr. Flint, this is a very sincere suggestion. You know what your son has done, and besides, you have to transfer him to Durmstecon." Dumbledore said: "To be honest, I am very worried. . Not to mention whether he will cause harm to others, the main thing is to hurt himself."

"Can I ask who that professor is? Maybe I can ask him to give private lessons." Flint said.

Dumbledore was so surprised by these words that he choked twice, and then said slowly: "I'm really sorry, this is a friend. Even if it is me, it is not easy to invite him. He doesn't care about money. It can be said that he doesn't care about anything." He actually doesn't care that much about what the magical world can offer him."

Just after he finished speaking, Dumbledore added another sentence.

"By the way, he's from Durmstrang too."

"That's right." Old Flint could only nod: "Okay, your suggestion is so pertinent, I really can't find a reason to reject it."

It just so happened that it would take some time before the assets were transferred, so he was allowed to continue to recuperate at Hogwarts.

He was determined to stay away from the disputes here. The conflict between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic has intensified. Fudge has swayed from the previous left and right to completely side with the family.

If a substantial conflict breaks out between the two sides, there is no doubt that he may be the first to be pushed out.

He couldn't accept this kind of fate.

"Then I'll take my leave, sir." Old Flint stood up, nodded, and left the principal's office.

Soon, he went down to the infirmary and told Marcus the news to Marcus, who was recovering from being in bed for a long time.

"Okay." Marcus nodded, and then said sadly: "Dad, will we come back in the future?"

"No, at least I won't come back for the time being." Old Flint whispered: "The situation is turbulent now. Marcus, you know, the situation of the aristocratic families is very difficult now, and many families are relying on selling off their properties to survive. Live a glamorous life.

I have been doing this for decades, and it’s not easy to build such a wine industry. The right choice now is to refuse to participate in politics, stabilize family matters first, and accumulate capital.

Only in this way will you, your future children, have a chance to live long in the magical world. Rather than follow in the footsteps of the Weasleys and Abbots. "

Marcus was silent for a long time, then nodded: "I know, Dad. What if"

"What if?" Old Flint looked at his son.

"What if the Dark Lord comes back? We can take this opportunity-"

"That's enough!!" Old Flint's roar interrupted Marcus' next words.

Then, with a mouse-like alertness on his fat face, he looked around to ensure that his child's speech had not been stolen by the wall.

"He won't come back. I think you were frightened by Dumbledore's stupid words and lost your mind!!" Old Flint scolded.

Marcus was suddenly confused. He raised his head with confusion on his face: "Father, didn't I think we should respect him very much?"

"Revere him?" Old Flint chuckled: "Those who revere him are now imprisoned in Azkaban."

"But, he is not for us purebloods——"

"There is no pure blood!" Old Flint interrupted him again, his neck was filled with blood and he was angry: "Without those stupid things, do you have no brain? In this world, there is only profit!!"

After saying that, Old Flint shook his head in disappointment: "Marcus, it seems you need to start paying more attention to the essence of things. From now on, every holiday, you will follow me to work!

That's it, I'll pick you up again in a week. "

In Marcus' confusion, old Flint walked to the door, opened it, and suddenly looked back.

"From now on, don't call him the Dark Lord again. He is the mysterious man and the enemy of the entire magical world."

As the words fell, Old Flint's figure disappeared.

Marcus sat weakly on the bed.

"damn it"

In the evening, on the third floor of Hogwarts, the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

With one hand, he put the pen made of unicorn tail hair into water, rinsed it, and then dipped it in indigo paint again.

"Mr. Cat! Above, yes, above, I want to insert another little yellow chrysanthemum."

"Are you sure? I don't think it matches well." Mu En's writing stopped and he hesitated.

At this time, Mu En was sitting in front of the easel, holding the unicorn brush given to him by Hagrid.

Beside him, Sindel was making suggestions about the objects in the painting.

"I think you can give it a try. Also, can this skirt... be longer?"

"Won't it drag to the ground no matter how long it grows?"

"I'm not that short." Sindel's pretty face bulged, as if she was sulking, and her ears were a little red: "Also, this corset... Why is it so empty on top, and the entire sides of the waist are exposed? , it feels like a piece of cloth.”

Mu En smiled awkwardly: "This...this is the paradigm of ancient Greek classicism combined with Gothicism."

"Really? It's really not what you want..."

"What am I thinking?" Mu En asked righteously.

Sindel's face was red and she couldn't say anything. To be precise - she couldn't say anything.

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