Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Naturally, Mu En didn't know that it was already the weekend and there were still people trying to find him.

On the weekend, he didn't want to waste too much time on school matters. He was tired enough from the continuous classes. Compared with this, he would rather have a good sleep in his nest.

Although he is not in the nest now, but in Nurmengard.

The old Grindelwald is no longer as decadent and powerless as when Moon first saw him.

On the contrary, a kind of vitality that he had never experienced before burst out from his body.

Mu En even couldn't help but wonder if the old man had returned to his former glory, and he might suddenly disappear in two days.

"I hope you can wake up for half a day and settle your worldly affairs!"

"What are you talking about?" Grindelwald turned his head and muttered Mu En in confusion.

"You must have heard clearly, and there is no need for me to repeat it." Mu En shrugged: "The relationship between the wizard and the goddess of death is indeed very ambiguous."

"Thinking affects reality. The theoretical lifespan of wizards is indeed twenty or thirty years longer than that of No-Majs." Grindelwald said proudly.

Then he turned his head and looked at Mu En up and down with a powerful and intrusive gaze.

"You are a little weaker than the last time we met."

Mu En lowered his head, looked at his belly, and patted it with his hand.

The abs are still there, and the chest muscles are still strong.

After confirming this, he raised his head and said: "It doesn't matter, it's enough to touch you anyway."

Grindelwald had a smile on his face.

"Hehehe, do you want to bully a defenseless old guy?"

"Isn't that what you think?" Mu En smiled: "It's like bragging and spanking in daily life. Everyone must talk freely and have a good time. But when it comes to some essential things, there will always be I want to try out the other person’s quality.”

"That's true." Grindelwald said with a calm smile, "But that's not my reason."

After that, he raised his hand and gestured very politely to the dusty stone tile floor: "Please sit down."

Mu En hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "It's good to stand."

Grindelwald shrugged and put down his hands: "I'm just very curious about a question."

"Say it." Mu En nodded.

"Did you do it on purpose for our first meeting?" he said bluntly, while Legilimency tentatively tried to probe out.

"Seize your thoughts first." Mu En glanced at him.

Grindelwald smiled and said nothing. He naturally retracted his probing thoughts and waited for his answer.

"The first time we met. I think I did already know Dumbledore at that time. Well, now I am a little curious, whether you want to ask this question or he wants to ask it.

After all, from your point of view, it is unusual for a person like me to suddenly appear! "

Grindelwald looked at Mu En quietly.

Until he saw the other party nodding and said nonchalantly: "I'm sorry, it is indeed luck. Whether I met Dumbledore or you, it was just a coincidence.

I know nothing about your past, either then or now. Likewise, I don't want to know. "

"Knowing nothing?" Grindelwald smiled: "Okay, I agree with this answer. Then, I have another question."

He glanced at Mu En and saw that she was not impatient, so he continued: "Tell me, who was it that made everyone in the world think that only that ordinary Transfiguration teacher who taught at Hogwarts could defeat What about me at the height of my powers?"

An ordinary transfiguration professor, his greatest achievement is discovering a different use of dragon blood...

The other one, the leader of the Wu Cui Party, the initiator of the war, and the international political manipulator, has clearly demonstrated his superb black magic skills.

A relationship that cannot be reached with eight poles.

Mu En was silent for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Politician?"

"Politicians?!" Grindelwald sneered twice: "In this century, the biggest political criminal is me. I know those guys very well. They can't do such a thing. I have even investigated that politicians and the media all do it. There is no such thing.”

Then, he looked at Mu En carefully: "It looks like it's not you."

"It seems that you think there is a very special operator behind this?"

"Yes." Grindelwald nodded: "Only very few people know about my relationship with Dumbledore.

Logically speaking, there was no reason why the people would have expected him to fight against me, but this fact just happened. After the war, we discussed this issue here more than once.

And Dumbledore himself had no clue about this phenomenon! "

Mu En nodded, shrugged and said helplessly: "It's a pity, this matter has nothing to do with me."

"Forget it." Grindelwald shook his head: "There is no point in insisting on these things now.

Let’s talk about what is meaningful about Hogwarts. By the way, why are you so bold as to want to do such a thing? Let me go teach them. "

"Actually, my initial idea was to be like a deformation meter." Moon said: "But of the two prisons I only know, one of them holds a large number of their relatives. The other only has one prisoner - the most dangerous prisoner in this century. prisoner."

"Danger?" Grindelwald snorted disdainfully: "I just lost, so I am a prisoner, that's all - you don't have to doubt my feelings for wizards and the wizarding world!"

"You lost because you chose the wrong path, that's all.

If you really launch a war, then the biggest war invention in the 1960s and 1970s will not be the nuclear bomb, but a series of technological equipment to specifically attack wizards - of course, whether that will promote the integration of the wizarding world and the ordinary world remains to be seen. unknown!

But what is certain is that what humans are best at is combining any of their inventions with war!

I don't think the Wizards have a chance of winning. "

Grindelwald's face looked a bit disgusting, and he said dissatisfiedly: "I just said that I lost, and I did not deny that the path I took was wrong. You don't need to judge me here."

"It seems that my biggest worry is gone." Mu En breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm quite afraid that you will instill racial hatred into those young boys."

"Maybe." Grindelwald said calmly.

"How would you react if I suddenly decided to do this, Moon Jones!"

really--

Mu En was not surprised by this, and even said that this was why he came today. As for those conversations, it was better to say that they were just normal chats.

It's still a very simple question. When it comes to Grindelwald, if they want to do something together, any so-called exchange of interests is too superficial, and others don't even care.

The really important reason is simple.

Are you qualified enough?

"How to deal with it?" Mu En smiled.

"Isn't it enough to shut your mouth?"

As soon as the words fell, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from the two of them, and the fallen leaves and gravel were directly rushed away like undetectable frivolous dust.

In the narrow cell, silent confrontations rushed together quickly, and then returned like an electric shock.

In just one breath, a storm appeared and then quickly subsided.

Click——

The walls were overwhelmed and cracked.

"I don't know if this is enough." Mu En said.

"With Dumbledore's words, it's barely enough." A smile appeared on Grindelwald's lips.

"That's good, happy cooperation. After all, for those brats, my words are far less convincing than yours."

"I'm just a remnant of the times." Grindelwald shook his head: "If it were forty or fifty years ago, I think my words would still be somewhat convincing. As for now, perhaps only Riddle is the one. You must be the boy’s idol.”

"This is true." Mu En also agreed with this statement: "After all, people like Dumbledore are also called old madmen by some little guys."

"."

The smile on Grindelwald's lips twitched for a moment, and then his tone became a little more serious.

"Maybe it's time to instill some basic respect in these young people."

When Moon returned to the Shrieking Shack, Lucifer decided that even if Moon was told, it would be better to go back to school.

The little wizards kept clamoring to sign up for the competition, blocking the door of his office with all kinds of questions.

Even if they confirm that no one is in the office, there are always people who take the trouble to come to the office and ask over and over again: "Is Professor Jones here?" "Is Professor Jones back?"

This made Sindel, who was responsible for this work, very anxious.

Mu En sighed helplessly, had no choice but to wash her face, and then headed to Hogwarts.

In the campus, all the wizards coming and going were talking about matters related to the duel competition.

Even those rare and quiet little wizards who are not interested in duels can't help but look forward to future competitions!

Even if they don't play, their friends will, and as a spectator, this is obviously an event not to be missed.

Even other professors began to be harassed.

"That's enough, you don't want to get any magic spells from me that can be used in duels." Professor McGonagall said angrily.

"That's something you have to think about on your own. It's useless to rely on the teacher to tell you these things. Use your own brain to think about it!

Don't come to me for this kind of thing again. You are wasting other little wizards' time to consult on business matters. "

She quickly scolded some people away, and then saw a seventh-year Gryffindor kid walking over.

"Lexus, I hope you are here to consult about NEWTs or graduate employment related issues."

"Oh, Professor..." Lexus looked a little embarrassed: "Well... no, I don't have anything to ask, I just happened to be passing by."

Professor McGonagall looked at his embarrassed expression and quickly understood the purpose of this kid coming over in the first place.

At this moment, she saw Mu En walking over.

"Professor Jones is there! If you have any questions, go find him." McGonagall helplessly raised her forehead.

"Professor Jones is here?"

"Oh, it's finally here! Come on, come on!"

The little wizards suddenly became enthusiastic again and seemed to be very powerful.

Professor McGonagall sighed, then nodded to Mu En with a slightly tired smile, turned and returned to the office.

Mu En looked at the young wizards who gradually gathered around him with eager eyes, and could only answer various questions while walking towards his office.

"Professor, why aren't men and women divided into groups?"

"Mr. Finn, there is no difference in magic between girls and boys. What I must say is - your worries are reasonable. You may indeed meet your girlfriend, right, Miss Claire!" Moon He answered, and finally turned his gaze to the girl next to the fifth-grade boy.

The girl was singled out in such a public place. She immediately blushed to the bottom of her ears and gave her boyfriend a look. He was a little shy and said: "What the hell, wouldn't it be better to meet him?"

"How can that be good!" Finn said puzzledly.

"I'm going to hurt you. Oh my god, honey. I'm not going to brag. My spell is no joke. You will definitely be seriously injured if you meet me."

"Mr. Finn, that's not what she meant." Mu En smiled and then waved her hand.

"Okay, let's discuss your issues quietly in the garden at night."

"Professor, Harry said that there is a potion of anger that can even treat trolls? What kind of potion is this?" Someone else asked.

"Yes, it's what Harry said, a potion specially designed for fighting." Moon nodded.

"Professor, will the dueling tournament collide with Quidditch?"

"Of course not, we have made detailed time arrangements. The two times have been staggered!

The reason why we chose to hold the duel competition in the spring semester was because we were worried that some young wizards might be seriously injured, which would delay their final review and exams.

So we moved Quidditch to the summer term! This obviously has a much smaller chance of something going wrong. "

"Professor, when is the exhibition match? Is it random? Will there be a situation where the first grade will play the seventh grade. In this case, there is no way I can beat the seventh grade." A little guy jumped up and down in the crowd. hands up.

Harry quickly noticed him and couldn't help but smile a little.

Hehe, you haven’t even gotten into the top three in the first grade, and you’re starting to worry now?

"The exhibition competition is after the final exam - it is a self-invited competition, trying to give the most exciting performance.

In addition, the exhibition match also has another reward mechanism, and it has nothing to do with pure strength! Everyone can fight for it, even first-year wizards! "

While answering their questions, Mu En quickly came to the third floor surrounded by people.

As Lucifer said, there were still a bunch of little wizards surrounding his office.

On the wall outside the office, Sindel was looking very worried with a stiff smile on her face.

"Okay! If you sign up, fill in your name here."

"Your hand was burned by the quill?! Did you fill in someone else's name? You can only write your own name here. If you fill in someone else's name, you will be punished."

"The signatures and handwriting of the assignments you handed in are all recorded here, and this booklet will automatically recognize your signatures!"

"Professor Jones is not here, yes, he hasn't come back yet!"

"I don't know, sorry."

…

"You don't know anything, so what are you doing here?"

I don't know who said such a sentence in the noise. Sindel turned her head and looked over, but she only saw a group of moving heads.

"Sorry, these are beyond the scope of my knowledge." She still had a smile on her face.

"Are you just going to say sorry? I didn't even know Professor Jones wanted you here—"

Snapped--

A hand patted his shoulder, and Mu En's head poked out from beside him.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly. Say it again in front of my ears."

After saying that, he tilted his pointed ears.

"I...Professor, you are here." The little wizard looked a little embarrassed.

"It's your turn to say sorry, kid." Mu En said no more.

"I...Professor, it's just a painting." He said disdainfully.

"Oh, yes, it's just a painting." Mu En nodded, very sure of what he said.

Then, he turned sharply and looked at the little wizard calmly.

"However, Miss Sindel is also my friend, my assistant at Hogwarts! She came to do this work, even completely voluntarily.

I don't think this should be said in any way. "

"So - apologize!"

"No one is too shy to apologize, right?"