Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

No one has an opinion.

It should be said that even if they have opinions, no one dares to say them here in front of Grindelwald.

No one knows why Grindelwald showed up at Hogwarts, and no one knows why Dumbledore allowed such a thing to happen.

Facts trump everything.

"Ah, dark magic~mysterious, powerful, weird and unfathomable." Grindelwald admired and began his narration.

"No one has ever wanted to step into it, trying to walk through the door and leave without disturbing the dust. Just like a quiet and elegant walker in the night rain."

His tone was as calm as the first cotton rain falling in spring, quickly soothing the previously frightened crowd.

He strolled in front of the desk, looking around at the little wizards, and put his hand on Neville's shoulder, like an old professor.

Neville was startled.

"Someone among you has definitely studied black magic." He said suddenly.

The little wizards turned their heads in surprise and looked at the people next to them.

Many people also set their sights on Mu En.

"No, no, no, except him." Grindelwald chuckled and said, "Is there anyone willing to share it with me?"

His eyes quickly scanned the seniors in the back row.

No one raised their hands.

"Then let me tell you." Grindelwald nodded carelessly: "Do you know the three unforgivable curses?"

"Killing Curse, Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse." Harry quickly raised his hand and replied. Even Hermione had no intention of raising her hand in this class.

"Excellent. It seems that you have done a lot of research. I am curious whether you have actually tried it."

"Sorry, no, I still have a bit of awe and self-awareness," Harry said.

"Hi." Grindelwald smiled: "Every guy who thinks he is self-aware is always complacent about this, until he falls into the abyss, and then he suddenly realizes his ignorance."

Harry took a subtle breath.

He couldn't refute it.

After a moment, he nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for your warning, Professor."

Did he get carried away without realizing it? !

"Don't think too much, at least you know that these things are untouchable." Grindelwald smiled: "The rest of you don't have such a basic sense of awe. Right, those who use little goblins and vixen The guy who came to secretly experiment with the Unforgivable Curse."

Grindelwald looked at the children whose eyes remained unchanged and chuckled in his heart.

"The right to take other people's lives, that sense of power, is really intoxicating, right?"

As he spoke, he leaned on the desk: "Some of you must think I'm talking nonsense, but are the three unforgivable curses really so unattainable?

No, no, the reason why they are called Unforgivable Curses is because the threshold is extremely low, but the harm is much higher than other black magic.

Who can’t pronounce ‘Avada Kedavra’? A soul can be expelled from this world with just a single spell. "

As he spoke, Grindelwald took out a small cage from behind the desk.

Confined inside are small brown-skinned goblins. They are like rats in the wizarding world. Not many people have the slightest fondness for these human-like creatures.

"Let's take a look." Grindelwald raised a ferocious smile, then grabbed a goblin and picked up a wand that came from nowhere.

The goblin squeaked, trying to break free from his hand.

"Quiet!" Grindelwald roared suddenly, startling the little wizards.

However, the next moment, something incredible happened, and the goblin seemed to really quiet down.

Then Grindelwald placed it on the table.

"Okay, you can go die." He said lightly.

Then, the goblin looked around blankly.

"How do you want this beast to die?" Grindelwald looked at the little wizards with a smile.

"No, no, no." He suddenly shook his head again, then focused on the goblin and waved his wand.

Then, a transformation spell was suddenly performed, and the goblin was quickly enlarged, and then turned into a very handsome boy with black hair, dark eyes, and a somewhat pale face.

Behind him, Marcus suddenly looked horrified.

He knew this person.

Tom Riddle.

That was the person he saw in that notebook.

He was smiling gently at this time, with an unrivaled indifference on his face.

"Okay, break your own neck." Grindelwald nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, in the eyes of these children, this gentle boy smiled like this, raised his hands and put them on his head, and then suddenly twisted them.

Click——

What sounded at the same time was the gentle tap of Moon's wand.

There was no screaming, no panic, everything that should have happened was quickly resolved by Mu En.

Grindelwald shook his head in boredom.

He wanted to be more chaotic. He wanted to hear these little guys panic and scream after being frightened. It would be better to scold them more.

Then, he told them what they didn't want to witness, the death of a handsome boy next door.

Transformed into an ugly, low-level goblin again.

Let these young boys feel anxious and burning inside because of the constant changes in death and moral standards, like hell.

This is what he wants to see.

Pity.

Moon Jones just wants to use this scene of "human beings being harmed by the Imperius Curse" to make these little guys think more about the relationship between black magic and life.

The young wizards kept exchanging shocked looks. The sudden eruption of fear and panic had been swept away by Mu En before, but seeing that scene echoing in his mind, new intolerance and panic quickly took root and sprouted like weeds.

"Well, isn't this scene much better than one of your teachers talking nonsense?" Grindelwald smiled: "You'd better not think in your mind - if it was you just now, How scary it would be.”

It's okay if he doesn't say it, but if he says so.

An unknown coldness quickly swept through the entire classroom.

"So, what is the price?" Grindelwald asked instead: "I murdered such a person so lightly. Does anyone know what price I have to pay?"

"The price?" Marcus murmured.

"Of course there is a price. As a spell that can be cast so easily, no one would think that there would be no price." Grindelwald looked down as if he were looking at a fool.

"Any black magic has a price - without exception. As a simple spell that can achieve extremely evil purposes, the price it needs to pay is more secret and cruel.

You all know that I have achieved good results in this field, but I can tell you the fact that if I have another chance, I would rather choose more troublesome means to achieve my goals than to covet. Go straight with violence and choose black magic. "

"You are all too young and have enough curiosity about the world. You are also blessed with a rebellious mentality towards the things that are strictly prohibited in the dogma. The more you are not allowed to do it, the more you have to do it.

For a moment, without paying the price, I felt that the so-called regulations were just nonsense. Little do you know that this is the horror of black magic, its price is hidden deep in your soul.

Waiting for you to relax your vigilance, it will bloom with a scent sweeter than honey. It tempts you and urges you. When you fall into its trap, when you look back, there is no way out.

Even staying where he is has become a luxury. "

The decline and decadence in his words came so quickly and so intensely.

Many of the young wizards below couldn't help but think - this was Grindelwald, known to the people as the Dark Lord of the previous generation, the man who brought panic to the entire Europe.

Now, in this small classroom, like an old man telling them such things.

"Do you want to see my soul?" Grindelwald quickly changed his tone again, so unexpectedly.

"Soul? Can I see it?" Hedlund wondered: "This is a bit too fantasy."

After many people heard what he said, they thought it was nonsense.

"I can try to project it. You should be careful, don't be scared by it." Grindelwald smiled: "But before that, I think your professor can let you see what health is. soul."

Suddenly, the children's eyes focused on Mu En.

"What does this mean? This is your course." Mu En smiled helplessly: "And the state of my soul is not in line with common sense."

"Oh, that's more valuable for showing off, isn't it?" Grindelwald became more enthusiastic, and his tone couldn't help but bring out that bewitching tone.

He is deliberately encouraging these children.

"I don't mind." Mu En shook his head helplessly, signaling Grindelwald to take back his little tricks.

"However, you should show yourself first."

"Together?" Grindelwald continued, like a hungry hyena that would not give in until the food was in his mouth.

‘You also have to provide me with some goods. ’ He had this idea.

"Okay." Mu En had no choice but to stand up.

For the soul to leave the body, at least for Mu En, it is not a complicated operation.

Projection is even simpler.

When he transformed his body, he often projected his soul into self-examination in order to achieve the unity of spirit and body.

"Is it really okay?"

"Isn't this a joke?!"

"Is Mr. Jones's soul head the same?"

Thinking of this, the fear and uneasiness that the little wizards had just when they saw "murder" quickly subsided.

Yes, the professor is still here.

And, it was fun to watch.

But at the same time, Mu En did not forget the issues they discussed at the beginning, and signaled Grindelwald to project his soul first and continue the questions and thinking just now.

Grindelwald nodded, his eyes blooming with gray mist.

A smell of decay, rancidity, and madness suddenly appeared in this narrow classroom.

It was like the eerie and cold feeling of being passed through by a ghost. However, at this time, the feeling was not limited to "inside".

Instead, it overflowed the entire space.

Just like seeing a dark corridor and involuntarily recalling the scenes in a horror movie, now, in this originally noisy and popular classroom, all kinds of terrifying scenes are evoked in the minds of the little wizards for no reason.

A blazing fire, a banshee in the wall, a corpse buried in the basement, or a terrifying monster under the bed.

It's like a nightmare coming over me.

Then, a translucent and rickety old man with a decayed and crazy expression, but with mutilated limbs, like a mummy, appeared behind Grindelwald.

It's daunting, yet pitiful.

"This...is the price..."

Grindelwald murmured.

"Every person you kill, after they die, will tear away your soul with unwillingness, or they will continue to eat away at you like maggots on the tarsal bones." Grindelwald continued, he slowly Slowly stabilized his own state.

Then, he pulled his projection closer.

"Is it miserable?" he laughed.

"this…"

No one spoke, only the sound of continuous breathing.

The trembling pupils and averted gazes of the young wizards had already told Grindelwald the answer.

"Just like a clear river, a little sewage is discharged every day. Over the years, it becomes a dirty river." Grindelwald said in a low voice.

"Normally, I am not a person who regrets. The original intention of regret is to blame myself. In my opinion, that is an extremely stupid behavior.

But occasionally late at night, I would inadvertently think about how much better it would have been if I had not chosen this path, ho ho...

"This is the price." Grindelwald said with a sense of sadness, "It is hidden.

And what I am doing now is just trying my best to show it.

After all, whether it is something in a book or advice from others. It's never as real as seeing it with your own eyes.

During my years in Nurmengard, I occasionally read some No-Maj books.

I really like the writings of a No-Maj writer named Zweig. There is a sentence in his book "The Beheaded Queen" that often makes me lose my mind.

'She was too young at that time and didn't know that all the gifts given by fate had already been secretly marked with a price. ’

Yes, black magic is very powerful and can achieve its goals quickly, violently and simply.

But - there are no shortcuts in this world.

When I was young, I thought magic was something that could transcend the rules of the world.

But in fact, magic also has its own logic.

The world is like a sophisticated machine, everything relies on logic, and anything that looks like a shortcut has a corresponding price. "

After talking so verbosely, Grindelwald suddenly realized that this was above the classroom.

Then he looked at Mu En in surprise.

"Aren't you going to interrupt me?"

"No need." Mu En smiled.

"Haha." Grindelwald also laughed dryly, and then shifted his gaze downwards.

"Girl, don't look away. Take a look and let this sad gesture be engraved in your mind." He noticed Hermione next to Harry who didn't dare to look directly at this soul projection, and said softly. arrive.

Just like when he was young, he showed his gentleness and grace as a leader and an elder to these children.