Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The little wizards kept focusing on the incomplete shadow with complicated eyes.

Grindelwald also looked at these children with soft eyes.

After a while, the broken figure began to collapse.

"It's your turn." Grindelwald looked at Moon: "What I should do has been done."

"Okay." Mu En nodded and looked at the little wizards below.

Then, the silver light gradually became stronger in his eyes.

Silvery mist slowly rose from his body like steaming mist after taking a bath.

The way he projects his soul is slightly different from Grindelwald.

But what remains unchanged is the breath emanating from the soul.

Draco couldn't help but shiver, and the hairs all over his body broke out.

Looking again, he saw Harry next to him, his body stiff and his face serious.

"That's it." He heard Harry whisper.

"What?" Draco whispered.

"Aggression." Harry explained briefly: "As I said, Uncle Moon is not a very"

When he said this, Draco thought of what Harry said when Rita Skeeter reported the incident a few days ago.

Then, the facts turned out to be what he said.

After that, Rita completely cut off the follow-up reports she had mentioned in the newspaper. Instead, she tilted her butt and began to correct all kinds of rumors about Hogwarts.

Not just Draco, almost everyone felt the feeling of being targeted by some kind of predator.

Their previous impression of Professor Jones, that gentle, plain and mature image, gradually changed into a more violent image.

Like the leader behind a certain evil force that dominates one side.

At the same time, Grindelwald was also a little frightened.

In this breath, he smelled the traces left by time.

This proves that Moon Jones has gone through many years - from the perspective of an ordinary human being.

However, this is not the same as the sharpness it reveals.

"Hoho." Grindelwald smiled: "You can still look like a young man at such an age. What an enviable guy."

The life span of the body may be easily extended, but the aging of the mind is difficult for few people to resist.

"Enviable fellow," he muttered.

"I'm still young." Mu En smiled.

After a moment, the dense energy slowly condensed into a specific image behind him.

A man appeared wearing an ancient light blue robe, which was an ancient Greek Himashen draped robe that covered half of his body, leaving half of his upper body exposed.

In the exposed areas, full muscle lines can be clearly seen, and golden runes are arrayed on the illusory flesh. Everything inherits the most perfect proportions.

"A golden body."

At this moment, Harry had never understood so clearly what Uncle Moon said to him back then.

Further up is the peculiar head.

People can't help but think of the gods of ancient Egypt.

The mane is longer than the real Moon, the facial features are as clear as a sculpture, and the sharp eyes.

It still has the same head as a Maine Coon cat, but it has a more mysterious and majestic feel to it.

But behind its head, there is a nameless ring that resembles the holy light of gods depicted in religious paintings.

It's just that those lights are mostly golden or in the shape of thorns.

However, here in Mu En, there is a silver light that complements the true nature of the soul.

"Blue robe water. Silver light moon"

A unified picture appeared in many people's minds.

At night, the bright moon hangs high, and in the dark and boundless sea, a three-sailboat stands quietly.

And this image should stand on the bow of the ship, blown by the wild sea wind, and bathed in the moonlight.

"The soul is the embodiment of a person's past, memory, and personality." Mu En spoke slowly, separating the young wizards from the subjective guidance of their own souls.

Suddenly, the little wizards suddenly came to their senses and felt chills running down their backs.

Grindelwald's soul is no longer as aggressive as it was in his youth.

But Mu En's soul was naturally guiding these little wizards.

"What about black magic?" Grindelwald was slightly surprised and looked at Moon: "I don't believe you haven't studied black magic."

"It's over." Mu En smiled: "I have dabbled in it before and tried it, but there is really no way for me to get to the dark side."

"Really?" Grindelwald was a little unconvinced.

"At least for me, I prefer purer methods than black magic." Mu En nodded.

Below, Harry nodded firmly.

At least until now, every time Harry saw Uncle Moon take action, he was mostly telling one fact.

Uncle Mu En is a showman.

And the level of violence is no less than the so-called black magic.

"As for some innocuous costs, the specific embodiment-here."

As he spoke, Mu En pointed to the side of Soul's lower abdomen.

"This is?"

The young wizards, including Grindelwald, all looked at the place where the translucent soul was.

If there's anything that's strange about this body, it's probably just here.

Here, a blue-purple flame burns.

"I asked him to help me deal with unnecessary things. The Star Children are extremely special beings. They can only burn."

He didn't explain much about what the Star Children were.

Grindelwald didn't ask any more questions. He understood that this thing could compensate for the cost of dark magic, and nodded.

Mu En's eyes also stopped at the flame for a moment.

If it weren't for this time, he seemed to have almost forgotten what happened when he signed the contract with Lucifer.

That year, he was still very young

"Professor!" Two voices suddenly appeared.

Mu En turned around and saw one was Claire, who was in fifth grade, and the other was Hedlund.

Hedlund spread his hands in a gentlemanly manner, gesturing for Claire to speak first.

"Is there any problem?" Mu En nodded.

"Excuse me. How do I do this? It looks so awesome." Claire said a little embarrassed.

"Do you mean, the way of projecting one's soul?" Mu En asked.

"That's right." She nodded quickly, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

"I'm sorry." Mu En shook his head: "Projecting one's own soul is not essentially a magic spell, but a small skill. It's like manipulating limbs to perform difficult movements.

And if you want to project your soul without external help, you may still have a long way to go. "

"Oh, that's right." Claire nodded a little disappointed.

"But if anyone is really interested, I will launch a related course in the advanced class, and those who want to try can join in." Mu En said.

"But I have to say it first. This technique is actually not very useful. And it is very difficult to practice. In the first step, 99% of people who want to sense the soul have already been blocked from the door."

After explaining, Mu En looked at Hedlund.

"Professor, I have nothing more to ask." Hedlund smiled slightly: "I think such a skill is at least sufficient for self-examination. As you said, the soul is the sum of a person's past, so I think Learning this technique, seeing your own soul, and [talking] to it will be an excellent way to understand yourself.”

"Indeed." Mu En nodded in agreement.

Soon, Mu En took back his soul.

The classroom is back in Grindelwald's hands again. As a person who has experienced this, he used real events that actually happened to warn the children.

It seems that the results are pretty good.

Not long after, the get out of class bell rang suddenly.

Relief and reluctance intertwined in the hearts of the children. Grindelwald's lessons successfully attracted them, but the fear of this name and this person always made them tremble.

In particular, Grindelwald has sudden mood changes from time to time.

That means that he has indeed suffered the backlash of black magic.

It also made these little guys wonder whether he would suddenly kill themselves in the next second.

I want to take the class, but I’m afraid!

The little wizards filed out of the classroom. No matter what, they wanted to get some air first.

"How is it?" Some students who had no time to observe the class asked curiously: "Is this the class that the old man gave us?"

"Shhh!!" A fourth-grade boy rushed over and covered his mouth.

"Old man, do you know who that person is!" The boy growled softly, "That's Grindelwald."

But soon, the boy was slapped on the head again.

He turned his head angrily, only to see his friend looking at him with warning eyes.

"It's Mr. Green! Grindelwald is in prison. What stupid things to say!!"

"Oh yes, it's Mr. Green." He responded quickly.

Of course, some people don't care.

As he and his friends left quickly, he muttered: "Hogwarts is really crazy now, and can do anything. I must write a letter to my mother and report Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic. I must!" "

"Don't be stupid, he can't really be Grindelwald." Someone next to him said with a smile.

"So what if he is Grindelwald? He is just a remnant of the era. His words are the truth? Did you notice the look in his eyes in class? He looked like a murderer."

"Look at you? Wait you won't try it."

"Shh!" The man's eyes signaled him not to say it out loud: "It's good to know."

"Anyway, I didn't feel any backlash. As for the so-called soul, if you use image magic, some people will be stupid enough to believe it.

Talk about backlash and erosion. If that's the case, doesn't it mean he can't do it? "

In the classroom, Moon helplessly looked at Grindelwald and said what Flitwick had said to comfort him before.

“Education has a lag, and you can never guarantee that everyone will believe what you say.

do not think too much. "

Grindelwald chuckled.

"You wouldn't think that I really care about my students as a teacher. Their future life and death have nothing to do with me.

On the contrary, you have asked me to persuade you by example, but you have not received any results. You are the one who will be disappointed. "

"Haha, there are still some results, but it is also unrealistic to want everyone to listen to the advice." Mu En shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"All new teachers are like this." Grindelwald was very satisfied with Mu En's current posture. He raised the corners of his mouth and said in a lecturing tone: "New teachers always bear the responsibility of being a [teacher]. They can only understand it after they fail again and again. , others have their own paths, and even if you are the [Perfect Teacher], you cannot change them at all.

Didn't Dumbledore think about changing Riddle back then, hoping to get him to come to this place where similar people gathered to gain friendship and love, and it turned out to be useful? hehe! "

"It doesn't matter." Mu En shook his head, not entangled: "Just do your best."

Soon, the new class bell rang again.

And at the same time—outside of the classroom.

Harry declined Hermione's invitation to go to the library with him and came outside the castle alone.

To this day, Professor Grindelwald's warning to him still echoes in his ears.

He had never questioned himself before.

People should stand tall for the achievements they have made with their own hands.

But it seems that, unknowingly, I have become a little too arrogant.

The line between pride and arrogance is too blurry.

After lingering in a comfortable environment all day long, my own cognition seems to have produced some deviations that are not objective enough.

What I just said: "I still have some self-awareness."

Sounds great.

But now he doesn't care how he thinks about it.

They all feel that there is a kind of self-righteous stupidity in it.

Thinking about it, he became even more confused. He grabbed the stones out of boredom, threw them into the black lake, and quietly watched the water ripples.

"Harry Potter?" A clear and sweet voice sounded behind him.

Harry turned his head and saw a few girls standing behind him, smiling. The one who spoke was a black-haired girl, and the two next to her were just smiling.

"Hello." Harry nodded.

"Hello, why are you here? Didn't you listen to Grindelwald's next lesson?" the girl asked curiously, and then she realized: "Oh, by the way. My name is Qiu Zhang. Ravenclaw Seeker, I wonder if you recognize him."

"I think I saw it on the court. Sorry, you know, my eyesight is not very good." Harry smiled, shook the girl's hand, and then quickly let go: "Nice to see you.

As for this lesson...well, I just have a few little questions to think about. That soul-revealing spell is magical, isn't it? "

In addition to his own inner problems, Harry was also wondering whether there was any shadow or trace of Voldemort in his soul.

If this is really the case, how should I deal with it?

Of course, he was just curious and put this technique on his future learning list.

After all, Uncle Mu En hasn't let me learn yet, so he must have a reason.

"That's indeed amazing." Qiu Zhang nodded: "We are taking a walk. The reason should be similar to yours. There are many questions and we need to get some fresh air. Mr. Green's class is still a bit depressing."

"Yes." Harry nodded in agreement.

"Harry." Suddenly, Draco's voice rang out as he trotted over: "Why did you come here so quickly?"

"Oh, it looks like your friend is here, so let's go first." Qiu Zhang nodded and chuckled.

"Okay, goodbye." Harry nodded slightly, then looked at Draco: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Draco said.

When Qiu Zhang walked away, the corners of his mouth raised on his pale face: "That girl is so beautiful and exotic."

Harry looked at Draco helplessly: "You'd better think about what happened between you and Miss Farley. Besides, I just happened to be chatting with someone for a day, so don't speculate so much."

"Damn it." Draco curled his lips boredly: "What is speculation, just in case."

"It's just in case, and I'm not interested either." Harry turned around and walked towards Hagrid's hut.

"Who are you interested in?" Draco persisted.

Harry didn't want to answer: "Shut up!"