Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

September 1st, morning.

The car slowly stopped in front of King's Cross Station. Opposite the station was a red brick building under construction, which looked extremely magnificent.

"By the way, I never knew what was going to be built here. Is it a new hotel?" Chris closed the car door, and the two little wizards quickly moved their luggage out of the trunk.

"The new British Library will open in 1998, and the Queen will come to cut the ribbon then." Mu En locked the car door.

"You know all this?" Chris crossed the car and the four of them walked towards the station.

"A little bit of divination skills." Mu En smiled, and not long after, a few people arrived at the nine-quarter three-quarter platform.

As soon as they passed the station's wall gate, a glass lens came up to them.

Chris was startled and put his arm between the two children: "Oh, what is this?"

Then, a tall man stood by the entrance, wearing a purple robe: "Oh, don't be nervous, it's a routine inspection."

"Inspection?" Mu En looked at Kingsley in surprise: "What kind of routine inspection?"

Kingsley waved and motioned for the two Aurors behind him to come forward. One was a boy that Moon met when he was a librarian the year before last, and the other was a girl with purple highlights and freckles.

"Bridger, Tonks, keep checking, be serious."

"Okay, team leader." The two nodded. Then Kingsley turned to look at Moon: "Come here and talk first, there is someone behind you, Professor Jones."

After walking a little away from the entrance, Kingsley explained: "It's about Sirius. People from the Ministry of Magic submitted relevant monitoring measures to Dumbledore, saying it was to protect the children."

"Dumbledore agreed?"

"No, he refused." Kingsley explained in a low voice: "But for some reason, he instead said that we could do the station inspection, so we came, and there were two professors in the carriage. patrol."

After listening to Kingsley's words, Mu En nodded and finally understood.

"So, Professor Jones, what's wrong?" Kingsley asked cautiously.

"No problem." Mu En nodded, what else could be done, using Sirius's excuse to use the Ministry of Magic's labor force to check on Voldemort.

But there is no need to say this kind of thing.

He wasn't close to Kingsley.

"Okay." Kingsley smiled and said, "I wish you a smooth journey. I'll go back to work first."

"Thanks."

"What happened?" Chris stepped forward and asked.

"Nothing, there is a fugitive still outside. For the safety of the children, the school is doing an inspection here." Mu En explained.

"That's good." Chris nodded and looked down at the two children: "Okay, get in the car quickly."

Hermione began to review in her mind whether she had anything that she had not packed away. She counted them one by one from the first book to the thirty-second book to bring, and finally thought of the Hogsmeade signature form to confirm that it was correct. Finally, he said goodbye to Chris and got on the train with Harry.

The station was bustling with people, and soon the train was slowly driving towards the mountains, not to mention emitting thick gray smoke.

In the carriage, Harry and Hermione found an empty carriage and quickly sat in. Harry put the basket aside, and a fat yellow cat with a big face walked out of it, stretching lazily. .

"Crookshanks, don't run around," Hermione said.

Harry glanced at the fat, yellow cat. It was a big cat that Hermione bought from Diagon Alley. It always reminded him of Hermione's mask.

Then he tried to control his animagus and meowed twice.

"Meow-"

Crookshanks glanced at Harry like he was an idiot, then went back to sleep in the basket.

"It's laughing at you." Hermione smiled.

At this moment, the compartment door was opened, Draco opened it, and a girl followed behind him.

"I guessed it right, you are right here." Draco smiled, then walked in the door, accidentally kicked Crookshanks' basket, and was startled by the cat's meow.

"Oh wow, what a fat little thing." He said in surprise: "Granger, did you raise it?"

"It has a bad temper. If you call it fat again, be careful." Hermione said, then looked at the girl behind her.

"Who is this?"

"Daphne's sister," Draco said, "They couldn't fit in, so I met her in the aisle."

With that said, Draco turned his head: "What's your name?"

"Astoria," the little girl said.

"Well, that's it anyway. Daphne is playing Gobstone with Pansy and the others, filling up the carriage. I'm going to find a place for her."

Harry scratched his face and looked at Draco with a strange look.

"Where's the room?" Hermione asked.

"Where's Crabgoyle? Those two are arm wrestling to see who grows bigger during the holidays," Draco said.

"You are really crazy, just sit here." Hermione stood up and pulled the little girl behind Draco to her seat.

"Whatever." Draco shrugged, then sat down tiredly.

"You are Harry Potter?" Astoria asked nervously and curiously.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"By the way, I've never seen you before?" Draco looked at Astoria curiously: "At various parties, um. Although I heard about her having a younger sister from your sister."

Astoria thought about it for a moment before saying, "I don't like those situations."

"It seems we have the same opinion, it's too noisy." Draco nodded, then turned to look at Harry, spreading his hands: "So where are my things?"

Harry rummaged through his pocket and finally took out a small stack of superhero comics.

"What is that?" He noticed a large object that Harry was holding. The plastic texture reminded him of the Muggle creations on the street before.

"The projector, Fred George and the others want to study it." Harry explained: "Maybe there will be a chance to watch a movie at Hogwarts in the future."

"Good idea." Draco opened the comic, his eyes lit up, and he finally added: "If they are short of money for their research, you can tell me."

Then he devoted his attention completely to the book he had never seen before.

Isn't this better than a textbook? !

It wasn't until the afternoon that Draco put down the book in his hand.

"This is called a book! Those things that only have words and rigid dogma are indeed a bit outdated."

As he spoke, he raised his head. Suddenly, he discovered that Granger, who was sitting opposite, was whispering to Astoria some of the key points of first-year transfiguration.

"You need more practice," Hermione said, holding a small piece of thin paper between her fingers. The paper was then released into the air, turned into a butterfly, and flew back to her hand.

“Vitality, we must give this thing to dead things. From my point of view, vitality is a kind of struggle, a feeling of living, and a feeling of breaking free.

By giving them this feeling, the transformation spell of turning dead objects into living things can be easily performed. "

"Uh-huh."

Turning his head again, he saw Harry next to him drawing a pattern on his notebook, a dismembered mouse? Exploded diagram of human bones and muscles? Why is this in your notes? !

Damn it, you are actually studying? !

Isn't this betrayal? Isn't this a waste of time?

"Have you finished reading?" Harry raised his head and took out another stack of comics: "There are more here."

Draco looked at the new comic. On the cover was a scene of a red and blue figure flying over a tall building.

"the Amazing Spider-Man"

That’s it for now, let’s read two more books.

On the other side, in Hogwarts.

The flames ignited, and Dumbledore appeared in the office. His expression was full of thinking, and in the end he was still a little undecided. Then he looked at the fiery red bird on the gilded branch: "Fox, can you help me contact Moon in the cabin?" ?”

With that said, he came to the side and took out the Sorting Hat. At this time, the Sorting Hat was humming a tune and doing the final exercises, because it would be time for his annual performance soon.

Fox cooed in response, and then flew out the window, towards the Shrieking Shack.

At the same time, Dumbledore also drove out a wide and shallow stone dish. The dish was as big as a man's arms. There were ancient vague Saxon runes on the edge, which marked it as an extremely ancient piece of handmade magic. products.

This is indeed the case. It is said that this object is older than the castle. The four founders of Hogwarts discovered this pensieve half buried in the soil, and that is where the basin was found. Hogwarts was founded.

Soon, with the sound of air flowing back in the office, Mu En's figure appeared.

"What's the matter?" Mu En asked instead, then turned his attention to the pensieve.

"Why did you move this thing out?"

"I have some questions," Dumbledore said, then looked out the window.

Fox didn't come back, which made it hard for him not to be speechless.

"Anyway, I have some questions now." Dumbledore said, then rummaged around and found a photo and gave it to Moon.

Then, he took out the Elder Wand and put it against his forehead, carefully pulling out part of his memory.

"I went to Azkaban and couldn't find Barty Crouch Jr."

As he spoke, silver light began to overflow from the basin. They were both like liquid and thick gas, more like a piece of bright silver that was constantly flowing, like water ripples in the breeze, and as elegant as clouds. The ground spreads out and spins softly.

"follow me."

With that said, Dumbledore dove into it.

Mu En raised her brows, and then plunged into it.

Soon, a feeling of weightlessness came, and the eyes turned into a fog, and then the fog gradually condensed into scenes and human figures.

With just one glance, Mu En deduced that this place was in Azkaban.

That was Dumbledore, standing outside the prison cell with the Azkaban independence badge on his chest. The dementors around him turned a blind eye to him, but in the prison cell was a dirty, A short, thin house elf, it looked like it was dying, so weak that it seemed like every breath was straining with all its strength.

"You didn't kill your master, did you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Hao Qi. No Hao Qi, I'm sorry master."

"Mr. Dumbledore, no one in Azkaban has been wronged." Behind Dumbledore, the striker of Azkaban reminded him, but Dumbledore raised his hand and signaled He is quiet.

"Oh, you can actually do such an action." Mu En was a little surprised: "So domineering?!"

"Learned it from you." Dumbledore's figure appeared next to him: "It's not polite, but this method of communication is really simple and easy to use."

The scene in his memory continued, and Striker couldn't help but become quiet when he saw Dumbledore's actions.

"Is this the person who killed him?"

As he spoke, Dumbledore raised his wand, and the mist outlined Riddle's appearance in mid-air.

"Hao Qi doesn't know." The house elf raised his head: "When Hao Qi saw his master die, he didn't remember anything."

"Forget it." Dumbledore in the memory turned to the strikers and said: "He can't live anymore. The death of his master has been eroding his heart. I hope they can give him a tomb after his death." .”

"Professor Dumbledore. It's just a house elf."

"Please grant me this old guy's rude request." Dumbledore had to say.

"All right."

His memory flashed, and he soon came to another cell. The experience here was very simple, because the mad woman in the cell could not communicate at all.

"She even completely deleted her memory." Dumbledore said helplessly: "But this also confirms one thing. At least she does know the extremely important things related to Riddle."

"There is no three hundred taels of silver here." Mu En smiled, then turned to look at Dumbledore.

"So, what does this have to do with what you asked me to come over?"

"This is just a brief introduction." Dumbledore waved his finger, and the scene around them changed again.

"Barty Jr. is dead, Professor Dumbledore."

"Where is the tomb?"

"Over here, please follow me."

"Professor, do you really want to do this?"

"It's necessary. I'm sorry. Please forgive me for my rudeness."

Later, the scene gradually became clearer, the soil was lifted, and a withered skeleton appeared in the coffin.

"This is the coffin of Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore explained at the side.

"This is the body of a woman, unless you say that little Barty is a man with a thin waist, thin shoulders and a big butt." Mu En could tell the difference at a glance.

"Yes, I knew you were professional in this area. That's why I had to invite you over." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the scene changed again. This time, Dumbledore was no longer accompanied by Azkaban's strikers, but was walking alone in the prison.

"Mu En, do you know how to identify people through their skulls?"

Mu En thought of the photo that Dumbledore handed to him just now. In it was a man who looked to be in his early twenties.

barty crouch jr.

"Try it."

After a while, the two exited the pensieve.

"Interesting. Barty Jr. wasn't in Azkaban at all."