Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Early the next morning, Saturday.

Mu En walked down the room, looked at the slightly empty living room, rubbed her nose, and an emotion that had not arisen for a long time emerged for no reason.

Then, he turned his gaze to the moving blue sky and white clouds outside the window, feeling a little bored.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Mu En shook his head and said, "This window has this view every day. I feel a little tired of seeing it."

As he spoke, he thought about how he hadn't taken care of the outside of the Screaming Shack. It was overgrown with weeds and the windows were boarded up, making it look like a haunted house.

Thinking, he turned the door handle, and with a ding, the exit was directed to Hogsmeade.

As he pushed the door open, his fingers flickered, and the wooden slats that had sealed the windows were violently torn apart.

Then the weeds in front of me seemed to be harvested by an invisible sickle.

After a while, there was more life outside the Screaming Shack, and it no longer looked so depressed.

After the towering weeds disappeared, his gaze was enough to see the hillside in the distance.

A woman in a long black dress was standing on a hill. The grass was dancing with the chilly wind of early spring. The sun had just risen, forming a straight line with Nagini's figure.

That black dress looked so eye-catching.

Also fragile.

Is she like this every day, or did he just happen to bump into her this time?

Mu En is also unknown.

After returning to the house and washing up, he walked towards the school, but instead of walking into the castle, he walked into the Quidditch pitch.

This is what he has been doing on weekends for a while now.

Come every morning and check the preset field transformation formations here.

The crow-headed wand appeared, stomping the ground slightly, and the ground of the entire arena surged. A series of blue runes appeared from under the soil like long snakes, and then sections of the body were actively revealed in front of Mu En.

And he just stopped where he was, looking at the magic lines.

Soon, as the sun gradually rose, the first little wizard was welcomed into the arena. It was a fifth-grade little wizard. He looked a little nervous now, with some oil stains on the corners of his mouth. He had obviously come here after breakfast in a hurry. Here we are.

"Professor, good morning." The boy said, looking at the magic patterns all over Mu En's body in surprise: "Are these ancient magic patterns?"

"Mr. Finn, good morning." Mu En nodded, and the runes gradually fell into the ground.

"Yes, these are ancient magic patterns."

"Really? Why haven't I learned this in class? Oh, I have taken the ancient magic text course as an elective. Professor Bathida Barbling has never taught us this before!" Finn said.

"What I learned is not quite the same as what you learned." Mu En smiled: "This is another ancient magic pattern, just like the difference between English, French and German." Mu En explained.

"In addition, the direction taught by Professor Babuling focuses on the direction of history. This is also the basis for you to learn and master ancient magic texts, just like if you want to learn arithmetic, you must at least understand the numbers first."

"Oh, that's it, I know." Finn nodded.

"Isn't your girlfriend here? I remember she was also a finalist." Mu En said instead.

"Oh" Finn's face suddenly became embarrassed: "She has asked me not to go to her during this time."

"Why?" Mu En smiled.

"I don't know either." Finn scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Okay." Mu En nodded, bid farewell to the little boy who was in the throes of adolescence, and returned to the castle.

After enjoying breakfast, it was almost past nine o'clock.

This morning, it was a game from fifth grade.

But what surprised Mu En was that a face he didn't often see came to the teacher's bench today.

Sybill Trelawney!

She wore large black round-framed glasses, her blond, dull hair was tied behind her head, a large gypsy-style turban was tied on her forehead to cover her hairline, and there were at least five or six strings of various necklaces hanging around her neck.

"Aha, long time no see, Professor Trelawney." Moon at least expressed a basic welcome to his arrival.

Then, his nostrils twitched and he smelled a slightly sour smell of sherry.

Strong sherry, it seems that yesterday was Friday, and she drank a lot after the class.

"Oh, Jones, how nice. Long time no see!" Trelawney nodded and waved to Moon.

"I have heard that you are holding a competition before, and this is the first time I have come here to watch it." Trelawney said, her speaking speed was exaggeratedly slow, and her overall mental outlook was a little weak.

Mu En exchanged pleasantries with her again, and then sat down where she had been sitting before.

Mag whispered next to him: "She must have been awake all night. This state seems a bit too bad."

Soon, the Hogsmeade merchants who came in to do business also walked into the school and began to set up their stalls. Trelawney stood up from her seat and left alone. She returned to the teacher's viewing table feeling a little disappointed.

Other professors also arrived one after another. When they saw the person coming, they all looked at him in surprise. Then they sat down and discussed today's competition.

Instead, Professor Sinister, who taught astronomy, started chatting with her.

The time gradually reached ten o'clock, and Ms. Rosmerta also brought the drinks that the professors had ordered for the game. Unlike the first time, they were given as gifts, and the teachers would not do such a dishonorable thing.

But after the first competition, Hagrid remembered the drinks, covered all the expenses, and refused anyone to give him compensation or money.

He had nowhere to spend the Ministry of Magic compensation money.

He was even afraid that if he didn't spend it faster, he might gradually forget about the money one day.

Behind Mu En, there was also a faint smell of sherry.

He noticed Professor McGonagall frowning, but didn't say much.

Everyone focused their attention on the middle of the field, listening to Jordan's hosting.

The first game was interesting.

Finn versus - his girlfriend!

Looking at the little witch, Mu En suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when the duel competition was just announced, a group of little wizards blocked him in the corridor.

Among them were these two people. Finn also said at the time that he did not want to meet his girlfriend for fear of hurting her.

Now looking at the little witch walking onto the playing field with a restless face, Mu En immediately understood why she was unwilling to go with Finn.

Maybe he was thinking that he would teach his opponent a lesson on the field.

The little witch was on tenterhooks, and Finn, who had said that his curse was no joke.

The intensity of the competition between the two was obviously higher than normal.

"Olivia! I won't hold back in a duel!" Finn said, "By the way, after the fight, do you want to go to Mrs. Puddy's Teahouse? Also, if I win, can you not give me a Valentine's Day gift?" Got it!"

"No!" The little witch's fighting spirit that she had accumulated all morning suddenly disappeared, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

"Shut up, everyone is listening outside!"

As he said this, the entire competition field erupted with overwhelming laughter and boos, including two whistles.

But soon, the little witch Olivia was no longer shy.

She caught the blind spot!

"I've already bought you a Valentine's Day gift? Are you still thinking about not giving it to you now? Are you not ready yet?!"

"Ah youth!" Mu En smiled and shook his head. Professor McGonagall also smiled like an old mother. As for Snape, he was a little angry. I don't know what he was thinking.

The countdown will end soon.

The little witch was very angry.

Finn had a vague idea of ​​what his girlfriend was angry about, but... um! The golden belt that symbolizes the winner of the duel, who can refuse it?

The two magic spells quickly intertwined, and the two of them flashed around in the western town, constantly attacking each other!

Soon, a transformation spell hit Finn.

He turned around, his hands became long and narrow with hooks, his fingers degenerated, and he could no longer hold the wand!

Immediately afterwards, another spell struck.

Finn, who had turned half of his body into a beetle, was accidentally knocked down by the wand and flew straight to the wall of the wooden house on the western street. He staggered and vomited blood.

"Finn!" Olivia became anxious and realized that she seemed to have gone too far, so she quickly dropped her wand and ran over.

"Are you okay?" She quickly helped the little wizard up.

"I, I lost." Finn listened to Jordan's announcement and Madam Pomfrey's concerned voice, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Are you okay, kid?" Mu En's face also appeared in his field of vision.

The boy shed tears and said stubbornly: "Professor, I, I'm fine!"

"As long as it's okay, just practice more. It's not a big deal if you lose once." Mu En nodded.

"I know, Professor. I'm not sad that I lost," Finn said.

Valentine's Day gift. Who can understand his pain?

All the money was lost to Fred George's gambling plate! !

On Mu En's side, he didn't know what these little wizards were thinking. After making sure that the other party was fine, he returned to the viewing area.

But at this time, something happened here.

Professor McGonagall bit her lower lip, looking unhappy. Snape had a calm face, but there was a hint of thinking in his brows.

In the center of their gazes, Trelawney's face was full of fear, and she was spilling sherry on the ground. Sinistra was supporting her and patting her back gently: "Silby, you are just a little nervous. ”

Unexpectedly, Trelawney broke free from Sinistra's hand, rushed to Moon's side, and supported him.

"Your game. Bloody Jones, I saw it. And there was death!!

Jones, I...you...and those who could fight against the mysterious man...all died...just on the competition you held...the entire castle sounded an elegy..."

"Silby! It's time for you to rest! You haven't slept all night, haven't you?" Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it anymore!

All the professors' eyes were focused on Mu En.

Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly: "Mu En, don't pay too much attention to things like divination. It's just divination."

"Silby, our game is very safe. Duels are like this. You will lose some blood. This is normal. You are just scared." Flitwick also said, he felt that this was a pure farce, and They plan to make the duel competition a long-term project.

He doesn't want anyone to mess with it!

Mu En pried off Trelawney's fingers one by one, and then calmly showed an indifferent smile:

"Professor Trelawney, first of all, thank you for including me in your prophecy. This is something that many great diviners cannot do.

But let me make it clear first that I am not expecting such a tragedy to happen. But... I really want to see who can kill me."

"Silby, let's go, it's time for you to rest!" Sinista came over and helped her leave the auditorium.

Mag turned her head, her cheeks had turned pale: "It's like this again...now it's already...sigh..."

As she said that, she returned her gaze to the playing field: "Mu En, don't take it to heart. Silby predicts that someone is going to die every year. In her class, predicting signs of death is her favorite way to welcome new students. .If I wasn’t someone who never speaks ill of my colleagues…”

Mag has never liked this divination teacher.

This kind of unkind and deceptive behavior toward the children has always displeased her.

"He's just a guy who drinks excessively and talks nonsense." Snape said calmly.

You Minerva are not the one to speak ill of your colleagues, I, Severus, am!

In addition, due to some reasons in his childhood, Snape extremely disliked people who drank excessively and would go crazy with alcohol.

Sylby was like this, Hagrid was like this... In short, as long as these people were prone to alcoholism, he would always dislike them equally.

Professor McGonagall paused for a while before she continued, more calmly: "Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic.

To tell you the truth, I have the least patience for divination. There are very few people who can truly foresee the future, and Ciel...so divination is not that accurate. "

"Yes, yes!" Flitwick also smiled and waved his hand: "Don't take it to heart, neither you nor Harry will die. Everyone is at Hogwarts."

"I didn't take it seriously." Mu En smiled, knowing that the professors were trying to smooth things over. He had clearly seen that Minerva didn't like Trelawney, but she was trying her best not to say anything too harsh.

"Divination is a matter of probability. Besides, who in this world can avoid death. I didn't care, really."

"Let's watch the game!" Snape said calmly. He hated such incessant words the most.

But at the same time, he took Trelawney's prophecy more seriously than anyone else and kept it circulating in his heart.

Although he doesn't like Trelawney, apart from alcoholism, there are many reasons why he hates her so much. It can even be said that among the few people alive in the real world, Trelawney is the person he hates the most. Ni is definitely on the list.

But he, Severus, would not completely deny the other person just because he disliked him.

Some of Trelawney's unexpected predictions...

Worth considering!