Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

As the sunlight fell into the room, Nagini turned her eyes away from the photo frame.

"Who is Mr. Albus Dumbledore?" she whispered, her lips purple and her face pale, like a little flower on the roadside.

It's in full bloom.

But even the wind brought by pedestrians could make her fall apart.

"I am." Dumbledore stepped forward from Moon's side.

The whole room became brighter.

It's not a description, it's a physical sense. This makes the sunshine a little dim, but it makes the room more alive.

Nagini asked with respect: "Professor, thank you, are you still teaching at Hogwarts? Who is this?"

"Aberforth, you have met before." Dumbledore smiled gently.

"Nice to meet you." Aberforth nodded, thoughts flowing in his eyes.

"Ah..." Nagini let out a long sigh with mixed emotions.

"Is there any problem?" Albus asked concerned.

"No...I just..." Nagini hesitated: "I'm very confused..."

After saying that, she turned her gaze to Mu En, with sadness in her eyes: "This is the same as me -"

"No, not at all!" Mu En interrupted her sharply.

"Okay." Nagini chuckled.

"Your mood is a bit strange." Mu En said instead: "It's like a ball of yarn tangled together."

"How...how should I put it?" Nagini shook her head helplessly: "It's like looking at other people's stories, and then trying to accept that the protagonist of the story is herself."

"Memory...you don't have deep enough emotions about those things in the past, do you?"

After hearing this, Dumbledore and Aberforth also became serious.

"I'm trying." Nagini explained:

"I'm trying to accept the emotion and I'm happy with the result.

But this intentional move gave me a sense of separation. Especially when I stare at that photo and look back on the past.

For example, when I first thought about a conversation with him on the rooftop, I just felt it was boring. But as soon as my thoughts changed, I felt that I should laugh and laugh at that scene.

Not from the bottom of my heart, but ‘I’ should do it. "

"It's like putting on a mask, no matter how perfect it is, no matter how empathic it is, no matter how much you have the same voice, face, and smile - you are not her after all, right?"

"Yeah...masks, that's a great way to put it."

"This..." Aberforth took a step back in disbelief: "You...you're not Nagini?!"

"I am and am not." Nagini said: "I also hope that I am... Maybe in a few days, I can be 'me'. But it will take some time, I don't have that emotion yet.

For example, the hatred I had in the past now seems to me like someone stepped on me.

The once strong emotions were just like the little touches that occurred when two passers-by who admired each other glanced at each other. "

…

The atmosphere on the second floor was a bit heavy, like the leaden gray cloud that could not be resolved a few days ago.

The room that was brighter just now became darker again.

"Haha." Dumbledore laughed: "It's been sixty years, almost sixty years. It's so happy to see you talking like this in front of me again."

Nagini also smiled. Looking back on her memories, she already knew that "she" would not be able to talk in front of Dumbledore.

There was a chasm-like gap between her and the professor. She was extremely lucky to be able to look up to him and see him intervene in world affairs.

"So...what do you want to do after you wake up again?" Dumbledore asked, and at the same time he stepped forward and opened the cage door.

The girl carefully walked out of the cage.

"The world has changed a lot." Dumbledore smiled.

"Yes...yes." Nagini agreed, then lowered his head solemnly: "Thank you, Professor...Thank you for letting me return to this world again."

Obviously, at this time, she had covered up the feeling of separation, put on a mask, and played the role she should play.

"Not just me, but also Moon Jones." Dumbledore introduced: "His contribution is not a little greater than mine.

I thought I didn't need to introduce him, but since you asked the question just now, I guess you don't remember him. It seems that I am not doing my best when it comes to memory! "

"My memory today and sixty years ago are all blank. No, it should be said...very vague. I'm really sorry, this may be my problem!" Nagini expressed her apology sincerely.

"Thank you very much." She bowed solemnly.

"No need." Mu En shook his head, his tone waning.

"Well, look at the world." Dumbledore laughed.

"No!" Nagini shook her head: "Professor, I want to see Credence's grave."

"Oh, this." Dumbledore raised his head: "Well, you may have to ask his father, who is Aberforth."

"His father..."

Nagini originally thought he would spend the rest of his life under Dumbledore's care...but...he found his own family, and he was smiling happily in the photo.

enough.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see him." Aberforth forced a smile and said, "By the way, let's take a look at this era."

He didn't want to hand over to her the missive letters left by Aurelius yet.

She is not Nagini enough now.

Is this self-deception?

Aberforth didn't know either.

Soon, under the leadership of Aberforth, Nagini disappeared into the Pig's Head Bar.

On the second floor, there was silence.

"Failed..." Mu En said.

"Succeeded." Dumbledore smiled.

"She's not Nagini, not now, and she won't be like her again in the future," Mu En said lightly.

"She inherited everything from Nagini. She is Nagini. She just needs some time to find her 'self'." Dumbledore expressed his opinion.

Obviously, this did not convince Mu En.

Then Dumbledore looked at the surrounding houses.

“I still remember that when I was very young, my family was severely destroyed due to a curse accident.

As a last resort, under the leadership of my father, we began to rebuild our home.

Not long after, a brand new home was built on the same site.

Brand new furniture, completely different decor.

Yes, at that time I thought it was a new home.

But after I gradually became familiar with the layout there, when I became familiar with where the dishes were placed, and where my mother would hang her clothes..."

After saying that, Dumbledore turned his head, his eyes burning.

"Yes, that's home!"

After saying that, he smiled.

"Mo En, that's Nagini.

Ship of Theseus, things are new and hearts are old.

And magic, as well as human love and hatred, obviously belong to the latter! "

Mu En was silent for a moment, but shrugged helplessly, spread his hands and said indifferently: "Forget it, this is the result I expected from the beginning. Enter the memory, and there is a high probability that it will not be exactly like it was originally.

The past is irreversible, as all children know. "

"It seems you had expected it." Dumbledore smiled appreciatively.

"It's always been like this." Mu En raised the corner of his mouth, turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go, we have this time, why not go back and rest...

As for the follow-up situation, the soul status check...well, I think there is no need to be too anxious. After all, as you said, she hasn't even found her 'self' yet. "

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded and watched Moon leave.

He sighed after seeing his figure walking out of the Pig Head Bar.

Give, then fail.

Always.

Soon, the weekend passed quickly with the lively competition, and on Wednesday night, Harry and Draco once again came to the Hog's Head Bar with the help of the Invisibility Cloak.

But this time, they did not go to the bar. Instead, they found a table and waited for the person they expected to see.

"What do you want to drink?" A crisp female voice sounded.

Harry raised his head in surprise and saw the girl he had seen in the cage before. She was wearing a black dress and standing in front of the bar.

The old dirt has disappeared, the wine glasses have become as clean as new, and the surrounding windows are open to circulate, dispersing the smoke exhaled by the drinkers.

Draco pinched his nose. The air here had improved a lot, but he was still a little uncomfortable with it.

At the same time, he looked at the girl nervously.

"A glass of tequila, thank you." He held the brim of his hat with his hand and pressed it down slightly.

Harry looked at Draco in surprise, who suddenly became serious.

More serious than ever.

It's completely pretentious.

But even Harry had to admit that Nagini was really beautiful, especially the unusual dark lip color, which showed a unique and dangerous beauty.

"how about you?"

"No, thank you!" Harry shook his head in a low voice: "We...are waiting for our friends."

"Okay." Nagini smiled slightly, then turned and left.

"Damn...this...Harry, she's so beautiful," Draco said.

"Hmm." Harry nodded: "But...this sister...has her lover."

"Oh." Draco's extremely exaggerated grin curled up in a snap, feeling bored.

His tutor did not allow him to make groundless speculations about a woman he already had a crush on.

That's so despicable - vulgar, a despicable surrender to simple desires!

Well, this was recorded by the son of Lucius I. Draco couldn't remember the name of that ancestor.

But obviously, the reason why the ancestor left such a discipline was obviously related to the failure of Lucius I's crazy pursuit of Elizabeth I.

"You...drank...made a mistake...and waited to die." Harry said briefly.

Draco laughed twice: "Try...the taste."

He himself didn't want to make a fool of himself like before, singing rock songs he heard from Mr. Jones in the underground passage, grabbing a broom to make a guitar, and embarrassing himself like crazy.

Looking back on that day, Harry still regretted that Colin was not in Slytherin.

"Tequila..." Aberforth muttered, rummaging through the wine cabinet behind him, and then said helplessly: "Nagini, help me go to the basement to get two bottles... Oh, forget it, I'll go with it. .”

"Okay, sir." Nagini nodded. Aberforth had told her to just call him sir and not to name him.

With that said, Aberforth walked out of the bar and went to the rear warehouse.

"Please wait a moment." Nagini bowed slightly to Draco.

Although Aberforth told her many times that there was no need to respect these bastards here.

But the past still makes Nagini inevitably express some excesses when serving others.

"Hush -" a frivolous whistle sounded.

"Where did this girl come from? Why did you think of working here?" A young man wrapped in bandages joked.

Surrounding him, the drinkers also looked like they were watching a show, looking at him up and down with aggressive eyes.

"Ahem." Harry's cough interrupted him.

Suddenly, the whole tavern became quiet...

"Quiet...a little bit," he said softly, "like a normal man."

"Not a beast in heat." Draco answered calmly.

"You seemed to be very arrogant when you came here last time!" Someone said unkindly, leaning against the wall and squinting at the two of them.

Harry didn't pay attention to the other party, but just looked at Nagini.

He saw a familiar emotion in this sister's expression.

Because I was living under someone else’s roof, because I didn’t want to cause trouble to someone who was kind to me, and because of everything I suppressed my resentment.

He is very familiar with this emotion...

Besides, he also knew this sister's story.

"If you ask me, you won't have much of a future working under this old man. Why don't you come and accompany me -"

The next moment, Harry suddenly pulled out his wand.

"Thunderbolt explosion——"

The magic spell suddenly shot out, and before anyone could react, the guy fell directly backwards and fell against the wall, with wounds opening on his chest.

"You're a little noisy." Harry stood up and slowly approached.

The next moment, some drinkers around stood up.

"You want to stand out, right?"

"Don't get me wrong." Harry said calmly: "I just hope that people who can't speak can generously donate their tongues."

"Are you qualified?" The man stared at Harry: "You don't even dare to show your true face to others? Are you enough?!"

"Try?" Harry tightened his grip on his wand.

"Wait!" Nagini tried to stand up and resolve the conflict, but was pulled back by Draco - somewhat reluctantly. The strength of this beautiful sister was a bit scary.

"I'll wait for you outside." The man said, then raised the glass of bitter wine called Moon Jones and drank it in one gulp.

"First Mate?!" Draco was also a little surprised, and softly called Harry's code name.

Harry's fingertips twitched...This time, it was not a test, not a bloody battle that could guarantee immortality.

only…

"Try it!" said Harry.

Whether it was pity or sympathy, or she was a patient of Uncle Moon... Anyway, Harry hoped to help this sister.

Not long after, various sounds appeared outside the tavern, including the sounds of spells, special effects, and the sounds of incantations.

A moment later, Harry's beard and hair were burnt, and he limped back into the tavern.

"Now, does anyone want to donate the base of his tongue?" he said again.

There was silence in the tavern!