Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The next day, Sunday.

The first-grade competition is obviously much less exciting, as these fledgling wizards have not yet developed sophisticated spell-casting abilities.

In comparison, fists are obviously much easier to use.

In this scene, the two girls stand out even more.

One was Ginny Weasley. She directly chose the blazing fire in the grassland terrain, filling half of the arena with smoke and flames, scaring her opponent, a little Hufflepuff boy. broken.

There was another one, Luna Lovegood, and Mu En was quite impressed by this little witch.

Luna, who had chosen the forest terrain, was still curiously looking at the flowers and plants around her, when a stiff-legged stopping curse flew past her side in a dangerous and dangerous manner.

Then, the subconscious transformation spell was cast, turning into a vine, tripping the opponent, and ending the game.

Of course, this is also a rare shining point, and it is from Mu En's perspective.

"I knew it was a waste of time." Severus's gaze was no different from looking at monkeys in the zoo. "The club should no longer recruit first-year and second-year students. These guys can't even cast spells normally!"

"Severus, don't be so harsh, they just need more practice. Besides, aren't second-year Harry and his friends doing very well?"

"So they will be in their third year next year when this system is implemented." Snape's voice sounded like it was forced out of his throat.

Obviously, he doesn't think these first-grade guys can make any progress in the second grade.

Similarly, in the guidance of the club on weekdays, he rarely goes to the lower grade position.

Watching those duel scenes was polluting his eyes.

Giving them guidance is like playing the piano to a cow.

"Severus, it's a club. Don't engage in elite education." Moon smiled: "If you want, you can come to my advanced class to teach them."

Some movement.

However, the feeling of being captured made him flatly reject the proposal.

"I'll go next week? Are you going to find Julius next week?" Snape said calmly: "It seems like you can prepare for retirement in advance."

"Yeah" Flitwick really considered this proposal seriously.

"Mu En, are you trying to use this method to avoid or share that?"

"Curse?" Moon's mind turned around before she understood what Flitwick was referring to.

"That's not the case. I just want to diversify the teaching content and improve it. Besides, I don't deny what Severus said. I can make myself more relaxed.

But apart from Grindelwald, I really can only consider hiring other teachers to teach in the advanced class.

After all, there may be conflicts between what the teachers said, and cross-teaching in grades below the advanced level may confuse the children. "

Flitwick agreed with this answer, but he was doubtful about Moon's statement that he had put the curse behind him. He planned to discuss the content of the advanced class when he had time in two days.

As for Severus, after Moon acknowledged his words, he raised the corner of his mouth and began to arrange his time.

The first-grade competition was much faster, and the second-round promotion match ended in a hurry just after one hour in the afternoon.

But the stalls in this market-like stadium week still maintain the excitement of the game.

Not long after leaving the viewing area, Mu En saw Percy walking quickly.

"Professor." Percy said loudly: "A merchant in Diagon Alley sent a letter and wanted to inquire about the specific matters of setting up a stall here."

It’s always easier for children to earn money, after all, they don’t need to be hesitant when it comes to spending.

"No need." Mu En thought about it for a moment and shook her head.

"There will be chaos when there are many people, and you will be too busy by then. I don't want the competition I organized to become a channel for some contraband to come to the school!"

Saying that, Mu En looked at Percy and said, "I have worked hard for you during this period. I will prepare some extra gifts for you when the time comes."

He didn't mention the money, which was a bit off.

"You are serious, Professor!" Percy said seriously, like a soldier making a report to his superiors: "We are all very happy to have this opportunity."

Mu En was a little afraid that he would make a strange salute next, so she nodded quickly: "Okay, is there anything else?"

"If there is no professor, then I will go and reply to them first." Percy nodded quickly.

After sending Percy away, Mu En just returned to the office, played a record given to him by the Weird Sisters, picked up his paintbrush, and met another person.

Harry.

As soon as he walked into the office, he quickly talked about the snake ring.

Mu En nodded and motioned for him to take it with him.

He already knew this last night.

"So, how are you thinking about the Animagus?" Mu En dipped the paintbrush in his hand into some sky blue paint and asked.

"I want to try it," Harry said.

As he said that, he also noticed the smart canvas in front of Uncle Mu En.

Yes, smart!

This is not an ordinary canvas, but a canvas that has been activated, flowing but not yet completed. It was only half painted, with only a large base of paint on the other side.

"A small attempt." Mu En noticed Harry's gaze and then explained.

"While running the program, I create and even modify the program. Try to explore the rules in the painting."

Harry nodded, barely understanding.

Mu En didn't explain too much, she just took out a small bottle from her clothes, which contained two green mandrake leaves.

"Then give it a try, but it doesn't mean you will succeed just because you say it's okay. Remember, you must be careful."

"In the meantime, if you have any questions, you can ask me, Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore."

"Okay." Harry nodded solemnly.

"The best time to arrange the prison robbery is during the OWLs examination. By that time, Dumbledore, myself, and most of the people in Hogwarts will be unable to get away.

This will also eliminate the possibility of the Ministry of Magic turning its suspicious eyes to Hogwarts.

It’s not a big deal, but having fewer flies is always a good idea. "

"Okay." Harry nodded quickly.

"Spring arrives in March, with spring thunder and rain, which is a good opportunity. In late spring, it depends a bit on luck." Mu En explained: "So the early preparations for the Animagus potion must be very cautious. "

"I know." Harry looked much more serious.

"Is there anyone chosen now?" Mu En asked instead.

Harry was stunned for a moment. He had never thought that Uncle Moon would care about such "trivial" things.

“Not yet, but I plan to order a few special masks with Fred George and the others, and then get some age-enhancing agents.

In terms of personnel, I haven’t thought about it yet.

From the information, what I found is that Azkaban is a prison purely guarded by dementors, and there are no specific prisons inside. However, considering that there may still be people outside, otherwise no one would be responsible for the prisoners' meals.

So I prepared several related plans. "

"Well, it's good to have a plan." Mu En nodded.

"Is there any difficulty now?"

"Yes." Harry said without hesitation: "It's still the same question. The existing information does not describe the specific situation of Azkaban in detail, including whether there are wizards guarding the periphery, where the nearest wizard reinforcements will be, Azkaban What are the specific counter-spells in Kaban, etc."

Mu En nodded, already roughly understanding Harry's situation and problems.

"I will recommend a person to you. You go to Aberforth. He should have information about that person."

"who?"

"Mundungus." Moon said a name that was somewhat familiar to Harry.

"This is... Mr. Borgin Burke seemed to have mentioned it before." Harry reviewed the memory in his mind. He had heard of this name before during his trip to Avalon.

"He is a gangster who hangs out in the lower classes of the magic world. Because of my relationship, the Ministry of Magic began to conduct raids on pure-blood families.

As a result, these families began to sell or transfer prohibited items in their homes. And this man named Mundungus, during that turmoil, started thinking about reselling contraband.

As a result, he got Riddle's diary from somewhere. "

"Riddle's diary?!" Harry was a little shocked: "So."

"Later, he was controlled by the note and sent it to the school, and then it was taken by Ron. In the end, such a series of things happened - so, you know how to talk to Mundungus, right? .”

"Huh?" Harry didn't respond.

"Mundungus, a veteran - you can use his network to find some of the light-duty prisoners who were released from Azkaban. From them, you can learn about a real Azkaban.

But again, remember, Mundungus is a bastard, a douchebag. So how not to be deceived by him becomes the problem you have to face. "

"Oh!" Harry understood what Mu En meant, and then nodded: "I will be careful."

"But... when will I do these things?"

"You make your own arrangements." Mu En said, "I can't let you do it legitimately, but you can go find Fred George. They should have a lot of experience in how to sneak out of school."

Soon, Harry left the office.

Mu En also shifted his attention to the canvas again.

The big cat noticed Mu En's brushstrokes and jumped on the canvas, as if it had seen a cat playing with a cat stick.

Mu En raised her eyebrows and took back the brush.

"Fat guy, get out of the way." He waved his hand to drive the cat away. Because he was fused with Mu En's blood, he had a different kind of vitality. Somehow, he was now chubby and his hair was shiny.

"Successful. It seems that the existences in other paintings will not have any problems walking into them. Sindel, do you want to give it a try?" Mu En said.

At this time, Sindel was wearing a light yellow dress, two small yellow flower earrings, and a straw hat that came from nowhere.

"Okay!" She nodded and tentatively walked into the painting that was activated halfway through.

A moment later, a pretty girl appeared on the canvas in front of Mu En.

Mu En's eyes flashed with joy, and she asked, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"

"Everything is as usual." Sindel smiled.

Saying that, Mu En rinsed the pen again and dipped it in a little white.

Then, his brush strokes gently swept across the blue sky, creating an orderly row of white lines.

"What now?"

Sindel turned back and then explained what she saw.

"Those are scattered clouds," she murmured, raising her hand and holding down her restless hat.

As she was talking, standing on the hillside, her skirt floated slightly.

"got windy."

Mu En observed the scene in the painting and made some inferences in his mind.

"Painting is a derivative of the artist's will, so how the two-dimensional portrait will appear in the eyes of the person in the three-dimensional painting depends on my ideas?!"

He didn't know whether this conjecture was accurate, but it turned out to be true.

He painted the grass in the foreground, which occupies a slightly larger space, but grass is grass.

He only used a little bit of white to move lightly across the blue sky, that was the wind.

"Then what did the big cat see just now? Why was it fluttering like a butterfly?" Mu En was a little curious about what would happen if his brushstrokes fell on the painting.

"It just feels like there is an invisible, colorful thing appearing in mid-air." Sindel used her vocabulary to describe it as best as possible.

"This" Mu En couldn't understand.

Then he put down his brush.

My fingers were lightly dipped in a little red mixed with white paint.

Paintbrushes are never limited to "pens".

His fingers slowly tried to touch the big cat's body.

The big cat jumped away like an electric shock,

"Come back!" Mu En said in surprise. He just felt a touch other than the canvas, but the big cat flickered too fast, and he was not sure whether it was the feeling caused by the paint being squeezed.

"Come back, fat cat!"

However, the big cat's fur suddenly exploded, and it grinned at the touch of Mu En's finger.

Mu En suddenly felt helpless and was about to retract his finger when suddenly a small hand fell on the spot of his finger.

Sindel also extended her hand.

Mu En immediately felt it carefully.

"Indeed!" He nodded after a moment.

"I really feel your palm." Mu En smiled.

"I feel it too." Sindel smiled and said: "A strange, slightly warm feeling. I don't know if I should say this, a kind of hot feeling. In terms of touch, it is more like bread. A little hard bread, but still soft overall.”

"It's a wonderful description." Mu En retracted her hand and saw the red and white paint in Sindel's hand.

"Oh, damn!" He reacted immediately: "I wasn't thinking about what this was at all just now. Don't move and spread your hands."

As he spoke, Mu En picked up a small pen, dipped it in some water, and started sketching with the paint just now.

After a while, Mu En put down the brush.

"Sorry, I originally wanted to draw a fruit or something, but unfortunately I couldn't find a suitable color reference in my mind."

A flower with pink petals, a mixture of red and white, fell into Sindel's hands.