Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Moonlight Castle at night.

"So, you saw a healthy Voldemort talking to someone about something?"

"That's right." Harry nodded: "It was in a pure white space, with only a little shadow outlining the dividing line between objects. Judging from the position,"

As he said this, Harry himself felt a little ridiculous.

"The location is on the second floor of Hogwarts."

"A pure white space" Mu En leaned on the sofa.

He has tried it himself. This world does not have derivative worlds such as the spiritual world or the dream world, or the reflection world.

There is also an old man who looks like Dumbledore.

Could it be some kind of parallel world science fiction structure? The old bees in the other world don’t like honey anymore, but their temperament is still the other way around?

Is this really possible?

No, before considering this possibility, it is better to think about whether it is some special secret environment.

"Uncle Mu En, do you think the conversation I saw is what is happening now?"

"Not necessarily." Mu En shook his head: "Logically speaking, maybe yes. But you only saw one picture. You cannot conclude this speculation based on this. More similar situations are needed for reference." .”

"I know." Harry nodded, wariness rising in his heart.

"What I'm more curious about right now is - at the node Hogwarts, why is Hogwarts the place you see?"

"Hogwarts." Harry murmured: "Maybe Hogwarts is a special place for Riddle?"

Mu En's eyes fell on him.

"Well, I felt it from the young Riddle." Harry said about the diary.

"After this period of observation, I discovered that he has a complicated emotion towards Hogwarts. He regards it as the foundation of his power, but at the same time, he does have feelings for the school.

Perhaps because he was in an orphanage as a child, after arriving at Hogwarts, he would inevitably set his heart somewhere, and this place might only be Hogwarts. "

Put your heart somewhere.

"Put your heart somewhere" is a feeling that Harry personally feels. People who have no foundation in their hearts will be extremely insecure. Putting their hearts down is a person's most instinctive need.

It's like a person goes to a strange place, even if there is no danger to life or even food and accommodation, but looking at the unfamiliar streets and the bustling people around him, it is inevitable to think "I don't belong here."

Of course, his words were not so certain.

After all, he didn't think Riddle could simply use common sense to substitute.

"Maybe." Mu En nodded: "To be specific, too much speculation will only distort the goal, so my suggestion is not to make too in-depth guesses and inferences for the time being.

But what is certain is that Riddle may really be coming back. "

After saying that, Mu En stood up and turned back to the basement.

The next day, early in the morning.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Moon arrived at Hogwarts.

"Good morning, Professor Jones." Filch greeted him with a long broom in his hand. Ever since Moon saved Mrs. Norris, Filch had been unstinting in praising and protecting Moon. If If anyone slanders the professor in the corridor and he hears it, just wait and Filch will give them something to eat.

"Good morning." Mu En nodded and then walked upstairs.

As soon as he reached the third floor, he saw Minerva. He was about to say hello, but unexpectedly she took a breath and walked over quickly: "Jones, are you okay?"

"?"

"Okay, I knew you would come." Minerva said with some worry: "As for the rumors from the outside world, you don't have to worry about it for the time being. Dumbledore can't expel you just because of outside pressure. Damn it." The contribution is obvious to all.”

Mu En was even more confused.

He quickly raised his hand to interrupt the other party: "Wait! Minerva, what on earth is going on?

I came today just to talk to Dumbledore about Voldemort. "

Minerva's heart seemed to be tugged, and she took a deep breath before turning her thoughts back to the name: "You don't know?"

"What do you know?" Mu En was completely confused.

"Okay, let's go up and talk." Minerva said, turned around, and walked towards the principal's office with Mu En.

After a while, the two arrived at the eighth floor through the spiral staircase.

Seeing the two people coming up, Dumbledore was a little surprised: "Oh, Moon, I thought you would solve such a trivial matter by yourself?!"

"Albus, I said, this matter should be handled by the school." Minerva said helplessly: "This is smearing, this is a form of pressure."

"No, no, no." Dumbledore shook his head with interest: "I think Mu En's coming here has absolutely nothing to do with that matter, but because of other things.

Don't tell me yet, let me guess, the reason why you came today. Has the research on living corpses been hindered? ! "

"You are really good at putting gold on your face." Mu En twitched the corner of her mouth, and then looked at Minerva: "But he is right, I really didn't come here for 'that matter', because I haven't come here until now. They are all still in the dark.

So - who can tell me about 'that thing'? "

"Oh." Dumbledore seemed to react slowly, and then took out a newspaper: "I can't explain this. From my point of view, this may be the last stubborn resistance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse. ?!

This situation has happened before. When the semester went by smoothly, the professor would be unable to continue teaching due to various reasons during the holidays. "

As he spoke, he handed over a newspaper.

"This was yesterday's paper, we were all outside yesterday, so... no one noticed it."

"Is a teacher who is a suspected criminal and advocates violence qualified to teach at Hogwarts?!"

When she saw this, Mu En raised her eyebrows.

"Oh wow, front page headline."

With that said, he didn't bother to read anymore, but put down the newspaper: "Okay, let's ignore this matter."

Then he turned to look at Minerva: "I'm sorry, Minerva, for making you worry, but as Dumbledore said, this is really not a big deal, so you can relax."

"Seriously?" Minerva asked with some disbelief: "It's not that I don't trust you, but Mu En, you have to know that I don't want to contact someone to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at this time. I'm already busy enough. .”

"Not yet, you can trust me on this." Mu En smiled.

"Okay." Minerva nodded, then turned to leave. When she reached the office door, she turned around with some worry: "If you need our help, remember to say it."

"Definitely." Mu En nodded.

After Minerva left, Dumbledore hugged the cup with both hands and rubbed his fingers together: "So why did you come to me?"

"I'm just telling you that R.A.B has found Sirius's brother, Regulus."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, which was rare for his old eye muscles.

"Regulus, I still remember this young man. He was always an admirer of Riddle's ideas."

Then he walked to the table: "So, where are the Horcruxes?"

"It's been taken care of," Mu En said.

"That's good." Dumbledore nodded, and then smiled: "It was originally my job, but now you have completed it. What a good news."

"It doesn't matter." Mu En shrugged: "If you feel guilty, then tell Irma that I want to get some books about living corpses."

Without Dumbledore's approval, he probably wouldn't be able to get Pince to let him take the book out of Hogwarts on his own.

"If you please, I'll ask a principal to go with you."

"This is the best." Moon's eyes turned to Dumbledore's table. There was a strange thing there, shaped like a gold-plated delicate necklace, and the pendant was a disk composed of three rings. There is a rotatable hourglass in the middle of the plate.

Looking at the dense symbols in it, he picked it up with one hand and handed it to him.

"Time-Turner," said Dumbledore.

"I didn't expect that one day I would be able to see the real thing." Mu En took it, but had no intention of driving it.

"For children who want to study more, this one is prepared for Miss Granger this year. She asked Minerva last year about how to take all the courses that conflict with time.

So Minerva wrote a report for her in advance. "

"Sounds like multi-threading mode is on."

"Multi-threaded? There are several 'selves' in the same space. This explanation is not bad." Dumbledore said.

After a while, Moon asked some more questions, and then walked out of Dumbledore's office with doubts.

After taking out the books he needed from the library, he turned back to Diagon Alley - the main office of the Daily Prophet.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

The man in front of him raised his hand and waved it slightly in front of his eyes. The next moment, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted, and then when he looked carefully, there was nothing.

The man shook his head and mistook it for himself.

"Rendall, where's my coffee!!" an anxious and shrill female voice sounded.

That was Rita Skeeter. The man at the front desk sighed helplessly. Rather than being bossy like this, he still liked the greasy and condescending voice of Editor Skeeter.

Rita opened the door to her editor's office unhappily. Her wavy blond hair was now scattered on her head, looking like a golden retriever that had been abandoned. Her face was pale, and there were heavy dark circles under her eyes.

She hasn't gone home all night.

"Please, please. Don't come to trouble me. I'm doing it." She kept thinking in her heart.

The next moment, a figure suddenly turned around outside the corridor, wearing a dark blue formal suit and a woolen coat.

"Ah, long time no see, Rita." The man said softly, like an old friend reminiscing.

The next moment, the woman in front of him was so frightened that she leaned against the door: "Mr. Jones, I... I don't know. I'm not the editor-in-chief. Those things have nothing to do with me."

As she spoke, she hurriedly said: "I'm already trying my best to save it. I wrote some articles in my private capacity, which will be published in the newspaper soon."

The man in front of him raised his hand: "No, no, no, Rita, what are you talking about."

Then, Mu En passed her figure and turned towards the editor-in-chief's office.

"Follow me."

Looking at Mu En's back, Rita's steps trembled, and she finally took a deep breath and made up her mind to follow.

Editor's Office.

The door suddenly opened.

Barnabas Guffey, editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, is currently in his office reading a letter sent by Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

Crunch——

"I told you to knock on the door when you come in."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the door unhappily.

Outside the door, a man walked in, took off his hat in a familiar manner, and then tossed it gently, and the hat flew towards the coat rack.

"Jones!!" Barnabas naturally knew the man in front of him, after all, he was the one who wrote the report.

"What do you mean by coming here?" he asked, "Forcibly breaking into private property, I can ask Auror to arrest you at any time."

"I just want to talk." Mu En sat on the sofa and poured herself hot tea.

Rita later closed the door carefully.

"What are you talking about? As a media person, I cannot bow my head. I just tell the people the facts." He said.

Mu En turned to look at Rita, she had also said this before.

"Listen, I've never been good at it, and I don't want to be a dictator." Mu En leaned on the sofa.

"I just want to teach students when I have free time and sleep when I'm busy."

This strange remark made Barnabas want to laugh—and then he laughed.

"It's actually not a good feeling to be a dictator. Standing at the top of the world. Everyone will speculate on your words and deeds. No one will dare to talk to you anymore. There will be a layer of separation between you and anyone. Thick barriers.

That's the feeling of standing on the top of the mountain, no one is above you, you are above everyone. At that time, you will no longer be yourself and you will be separated from the concept of 'society'.

So - I hate that feeling. "

As he spoke, he waved his hand and changed the topic.

"The fact is that I really can't do it because I'm jumping up and down in a hurry and yelling that I'm going to kill his whole family just because of someone's slightest provocation.

In fact, I think most people who do this are not worthy of their strength. After all, from my point of view, your provocation is essentially the same as a child shouting in front of adults, "I'm going to hurt you."

Sir, you shouldn't be angry. "

Seeing the arrogant posture of the person in front of him, Barnabas couldn't help himself. He had never seen such arrogant words.

The ultimate arrogance! !

"But what I have to say is that even among children, there are still some annoying naughty ones. Even flies, if they hang around too much, they are very annoying to look at." Mu En continued to speak slowly, he raised his head After raising his hand, Barnabas' mouth was sealed and he could not say another word.

"Right now, it feels a bit annoying. You know how I feel. You must understand it, just like you see me. But the difference between us is that you can only yell, but I can't."

As he spoke, he took a sip of hot tea.

"I have finished speaking about my inner thoughts, I hope you can understand.

So next, let’s get down to business! "

Speaking, Mu En pointed at Rita.

"From today on, she is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet. If you are willing, you can continue to write articles here, but you no longer have the right to approve or disapprove reports."

After speaking, he looked at the other party.

"Agree or disapprove."

Barnabas' mouth was untied, his face flushed, and he shouted angrily: "Who do you think you are? With your behavior like this, aren't you the next mysterious man? This world will not tolerate you."

"It seems you still don't understand." Mu En shook his head.

"I just said I don't want to be a dictator. Then I said I'm a little tired of it."

So - you can read this as a double negative. "

As he said that, he stood up, put on his hat again, looked at Rita Skeeter who was shivering at the side, and said in a casual tone: "Contact Scrimgeour, and from today onwards, we will launch a comprehensive campaign against Fudge in public opinion." Offensive, release all the dirty information you accumulated before."

Opening the door of the office, Mu En put the hat on his head, turned around, and looked at the man sitting on the desk, seemingly absent.

"Now, at least until we get rid of you annoying flies."

"I am."

"I'm a dictator!"

The next moment, Barnabas' expression changed suddenly, and he stood up absentmindedly, his limbs stiff.

"Editor Skeeter, please give me your orders."