Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Why are you here?" Harry looked at the big dog crossing the road in surprise.

Hedlund looked at the big black dog of unknown origin and the name Harry said before, thought about it, and decided to leave.

"Professor, since it's already dark now, let's not disturb you for now." He bowed slightly and said.

"Okay." Mu En nodded.

"Let's go." Hedlund looked at Draco, then at Neville.

"Mr. Longbottom, do you want to leave with us?"

Neville looked around and finally nodded: "Okay."

The three people in the group said goodbye to everyone at the end, then turned and left.

Draco waved his hand: "I will come again in a while, and then we will go watch movies and comics."

"good."

"By the way, I haven't experienced a Muggle wand yet! Anyway, let me talk about it later."

Harry nodded and watched Draco leave.

After they left, Aberforth and the two began to think of saying goodbye. He and Sirius were not strangers, but they had only crossed paths during the Wizarding War.

"Then let's go." Dumbledore said, then nodded slightly to the big black dog that Sirius transformed into.

"Whatever." Mu En said nonchalantly, and then handed Sindel's picture frame over: "Send her back."

"Huh?" Dumbledore tilted his head, as if his hearing was bad.

"She has nothing to do at school, so why don't you take her back to the castle yourself." Dumbledore said at last, then waved to a few children, and the group of people walked towards the alley.

With a muffled sound, an old newspaper floated out of the alley.

At the same time, Sirius finally spoke: "Where have you been? Why didn't you tell me when you came to London? Do you want to go to my house?"

His eyes were intense and made Harry feel a little embarrassed.

In terms of time, he does have time to go all the time.

"Don't waste time, it happens to be dinner time." Sirius shook his tail and led a few people towards the other end of the street.

Facing Harry's questioning look, Moon just shrugged casually, he didn't care at all.

"Go ahead, Harry," Hermione suggested, "Sirius has been inviting you."

"Yeah." Harry nodded and took the lead in following Sirius' footsteps.

The group of people followed Sirius for about ten minutes before arriving in a remote neighborhood and finally stopped in the middle of a small square.

Sirius was sitting next to a piece of messy and barren grass, waiting for the few people behind him to come over. When Harry took a closer look, he saw that the doors of the surrounding houses had gloomy faces, as if they were far away from anyone. The windows of some houses were already broken and shone dimly under the streetlights. The paint on many doors was peeling off, and the front steps of several houses were filled with garbage.

Like the African American community in the movie. Harry couldn't help but think of it.

However, that's not entirely true. As an old townhouse, there is no number 12 here.

Instead, there is a number thirteen? !

This is really weird. Generally speaking, due to the influence of religion and local customs, "six" and "thirteen" are the numbers that are omitted in applications.

But soon, the answer was answered.

"Remember No. 12 Grimmauld Place silently," Sirius said. "When my father lived here, he took every precaution known to the wizarding world about keeping it secret. The house cannot be plotted on a map, cannot be Simply see it.”

"Do I also want to read the name of this place?" Sindel asked Mu En quietly: "I didn't see anything either."

"I don't know either, but just say what you want to say." Mu En said softly.

After Mu En finished speaking, the little girl in the painting clasped her hands in front of her chest and began to recite Number 12 Grimmauld Place in a low voice.

At the same time, Mu En was also feeling it carefully while chanting.

A less magical explanation is that this voice is like a key. When it vibrates gently in the air, it seems to coincide with a certain vibration frequency that is spreading around.

Then, the right key opens the right lock.

A tattered door appeared between No. 11 and No. 13, and then the space in the middle began to stretch out like gooey cheese between pizza slices.

But in the blink of an eye, dirty walls and gloomy windows also appeared, and it looked like an extra house suddenly expanded, forcing things on both sides out of the way.

The eyes of the two young wizards widened, and they were obviously very surprised. The stereo of No. 11 was still ringing dullly, and it was obvious that the Muggles living inside didn't feel anything.

"Let's go." Sirius took the lead and walked towards the door.

The stone steps were somewhat tattered and the gaps were full of dust. The black paint on the door was peeling off and covered with scratches on the left and right. Harry also noticed that the silver door knocker was in the shape of a coiled snake.

There was no keyhole or mailbox on the door. When Sirius walked in, he stretched out his paw and knocked on the door in a regular rhythm.

After a while, the door opened and Lupine appeared. He was still the same as before, and his whole appearance looked a bit old.

But the mental outlook is obviously not a little better.

"Oh my God." Lu Ping looked very surprised: "Why are you here suddenly? Come in quickly."

With that said, he quickly greeted a few people into the house.

The house opened into a long and narrow corridor. A row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a swaying and unreal light, illuminating the long and gloomy entrance hall.

Several people gradually walked towards it, and Mu En was sure that if Sirius and the others hadn't been back for a while, making the place more humane, otherwise it would have been directly defined as a haunted house.

Walking into the living room, peeling wallpaper and polished and frayed carpets come into view. A spiderweb-shaped chandelier above the head is flickering, and some portraits blackened by age are hung crookedly on the wall.

Harry took a look and saw that the chandelier and the candlestick on a rickety table nearby were both made into the shape of a large snake.

This design concept

Sirius had transformed back, wearing a long black and red woolen coat and some beard with long curly hair. He noticed Harry's gaze and then explained: "The entire Black family, except me, are all pure-bloods."

Harry nodded understandingly.

"The traitor to the family."

A sharp voice sounded quietly. The tips of Mu En's ears jumped, and then she looked following the sound.

It was behind a curtain. Mu En raised it slightly, and the curtain unfolded quietly like a smart curtain.

A short figure appeared in everyone's eyes. Sirius noticed Mu En's actions. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what Mu En meant. There was only embarrassment in his eyes.

The house elf was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the loincloth used by men in tropical countries to cover their bodies. His back was turned to everyone, with half of his butt exposed.

He looked very old, and his skin seemed to be many times more than what his body actually needed. It was so droopy and uncomfortable. Although his head was bald like all house elves, A lot of white hair grew out of those two big bat-like ears.

"It smells like sewers and criminals, and she talks hypocritically about the mistress in the living room again. The traitor of the family, oh, my poor mistress, if she knows something underground, if she knows what kind of person he put What would she say to old Kreacher when the scum got into her house? Oh, what a shame, werewolves, where are these? Gryffindor fools? Mudbloods? And there's a guy with a beast Brain, poor old Kreacher, what can he do?"

The next moment, he flew backwards and hit the wall.

Mu En calmly touched the tip of his nose and turned to look at Sirius, who looked embarrassed: "You don't mind."

"Not at all." Sirius felt embarrassed from the bottom of his heart: "Okay, you guys sit down first, girl, don't mind what he said, this guy has followed my mother in his bones, she has learned bad things, that kind of bad, stupid and pure The blood thought is engraved in his bones.”

However, what surprised Sirius was that Hermione didn't feel insulted at all. She just looked at Moon in disbelief: "Sir, this?!"

Mu En turned her head, a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"Well, I think it's a bit unfair to do this to a house elf."

"Don't be silly, girl, I treat people the same way." Mu En patted the little girl's head gently.

Hermione then reacted and thought to herself, 'Oh, yes, Mr. Jones treats people like this too. ’

"Kreacher! Come here immediately." Sirius roared: "Come here and apologize to the guests!!"

Kreacher got up from the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as big as a pig's.

After hearing Sirius's words, he hurriedly arched his back, dragged his feet, and walked slowly, step by step, while whispering in a low and hoarse voice like a bullfrog: "I'm sorry, Master. Kreacher didn't see the master or his guests just now."

At the same time, he turned his face to the carpet and muttered in a false voice that could be heard by everyone: "Apologise? It seems that I was really right. There are really mudbloods here."

Even Harry couldn't hold back his fists.

"What did you just say?" Harry asked. Even though such behavior was actually a bit out of bounds in other people's homes, he still couldn't help but ask.

"Harry, it's okay." Hermione whispered: Look at him, he must be extremely scared to say such stupid things. "

"You can't have extra tolerance for them just because they are house elves, Hermione." Harry said helplessly.

He had discovered this sign before in the Forbidden Forest. At that time, Hagrid was still debating with Hermione, but was interrupted by Harry.

"I don't. I just think he's too pitiful, don't you?"

"Isn't it his own choice?" Harry asked, "Even if you treat him as an ordinary person from the bottom of your heart, his behavior is very excessive."

"Okay, go back and clean up." Sirius interrupted.

"Thank you, Master." Kreacher lowered his head and retreated quickly.

"The most rubbish in this house needs to be cleaned out are these people." He whispered again.

Harry shrugged and looked at Hermione without saying a word.

Hermione felt a little embarrassed, but luckily, Sirius spoke and clapped his hands: "Okay, let's get over this."

He sighed and explained: "This guy is definitely crazy, otherwise this house wouldn't be like this. This guy doesn't recognize me from the bottom of his heart, so he makes you laugh."

With that, he asked everyone to sit down: "Okay, let's get ready. It's time to start dinner. Let's put these things aside."

With that said, he walked towards the kitchen.

Lu Ping also sat down and said, "I didn't know you were coming, so the meal is a bit vague, so don't mind it too much. But trust me, the taste is absolutely fine. I have been living abroad for many years and have developed good cooking skills." .”

"Do you cook?" Harry asked, "I thought it was the one just now."

"If it's Kreacher, then you're a little worried, right?" Lupine smiled, and then said: "That's true. When we first came back, he was the one cooking, but the pig food was made with shabu-shabu water. Then boil some rotten vegetable leaves in it.

So then we left him alone. "

"Why is he like this?" Hermione was curious and worried.

"Well, how should I put it? Sirius escaped from this family for some reasons before, but since Sirius's mother died, his brother has disappeared. Now he is the only descendant of the Black family, so now he is the house elf. The only master he can serve. This creates a situation where Kreacher has to recognize him as his master, but psychologically dislikes him."

"It sounds very pitiful." Hermione said seriously: "He must have been alone with this house for more than ten years. He may just want to die with this house."

"I don't deny this." Lu Ping opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but forget it.

When he wants to be a teacher, he needs to learn to talk about things objectively instead of just speaking according to his own ideas.

At least in Mr. Luping's eyes, a qualified teacher should be like this.

"I think my refusal to chop off his head and hang it on the wall after he died is one of the reasons why he hates me so much." Sirius walked out of the kitchen carrying a large pot.

"Who? Kreacher?" The little witch's heart skipped a beat.

"Well, it was a tradition in our family to hang the head of the house elf on the wall.

You can see from this what the Black family was like before, so I escaped from here. And the house elves here have regarded this as an honor for generations. Sirius said with a smile, serving soup for everyone.

"I guess if I were Regulus, he wouldn't be so disobedient to me."

"Regulus?"

"Yes, Regulus Black.

My brother is full of pure blood, a standard member of the Black family, a Slytherin. He has been close to Kreacher since he was a child.

I heard that he joined the Death Eaters during the Wizarding War, so he may have died. "