Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Dumbledore had some expectations for this result, although it was not one of the results he expected to see.

Rather than that, he hoped to see Moon pointing to a skull in a corner of Azkaban and identifying it as Barty Jr.

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Mu En's professionalism in this area cannot allow him to question his subjectivity - years of doubts about his character are unavoidable!

"It's not good news." Dumbledore said: "If he flies away with the Horcrux and hides in the corner of the world, it will be troublesome. After Riddle's death, his fanatic followers are likely to do something else on their own. And it is a 'hidden method' that is not in line with Riddle's character."

"There is no rush." ​​Mu En said: "It is also very possible that he did not escape from prison on his own, otherwise he would have already announced his appearance and carried out a crazy liquidation of 'traitors' like Malfoy, and might also find a way to make him People like Bella come out as much as possible."

Following Moon's words, Dumbledore also began to carefully review the news he had seen in Bellatrix's mind.

Then he shook his head: "Bella doesn't know the slightest bit about Barty Jr. not being in Azkaban."

"What kind of person is old Batty?" Mu En asked in turn.

"A person who disregards everything for his official position, this is Arthur's evaluation." Dumbledore said: "When Barty Jr. revealed his identity as a Death Eater in the courtroom, Barty Sr. even pronounced the sentence in court. his son.

Unfortunately, although such a decisive move was praised by some people, it also made some people find that he was a person who could not even be surrounded by family affection, so he was removed from such a position of real power. "

"Interesting." Mu En narrowed his eyes and showed a smile: "Give me his contact information."

Dumbledore looked at Moon, nodded after a moment, and chose to believe.

Soon, it was night.

Moon came to the auditorium and bumped into Flitwick and Lupin.

"How was it on the road?" Mu En greeted them: "I met Kingsley before, and he said that you were doing patrol inspection on the train. There were too many people, so I didn't disturb you."

"It's been a smooth journey." Flitwick smiled: "Except for catching two small dark magic artifacts, there is nothing worth noting."

"That's good." Mu En nodded.

Flitwick observed Moon's face and laughed after a moment: "I thought you would have anger or other expressions."

After all, from a strict perspective, this kind of news undoubtedly means that Mu En's education results are not perfect.

"I accept it." Mu En nodded helplessly: "Some young boys can't explain it. Just relying on education can make everyone move in the direction you want? That is a scene that can only appear in dreams. ——The Imperius Curse would also work.”

"Hahaha, okay. I'm glad you can see and think like this. It will save you a lot of troubles." If Flitwick was taller, he would want to pat Moon's shoulder at this time. After raising his hand, he He patted his thigh again.

"As for what I just said, you don't need to take it to heart. In short, there are only two small objects, and they are harmless. In fact, this situation has exceeded our expectations and is almost perfect."

"Is that so? It seems to be good news." Mu En smiled, and then turned to look at Luping. He was wearing an old but spotless robe and his eyes were shining.

"The new professor will be my colleague from now on."

"I don't know if I can do it well. I hope my experience and stories outside can help me." Lu Ping said with a smile.

"Children always like this kind of adventure stories." Mu En said, and the group sat at the guest table: "You can definitely conquer them."

Snape came, and when he saw Lupin, he twitched the corner of his mouth in displeasure, and then sat on the other side.

Outside the school, on the Yeqi carriage.

"So you like Daphne?" Harry asked quietly.

"What the hell?" Draco raised his head and thought of Daphne, a little witch in their same grade and Pansy's good friend.

"Your brain has been corroded by the Green Goblin serum? How did you come up with such an idea?!" He used a relatively rare and strange metaphor, and then felt that this metaphor was not that good. It should be said that it was a lizard man.

"That guy is so stupid, how could I like him?"

"Then you still care about whether her sister has a place?" Harry looked strange.

"This is called a relationship - the maintenance of the relationship starts from this time!" Draco explained: "Forget it, I don't expect you to understand these things."

"Okay." Harry spread his hands: "I hope you won't secretly send chocolates to Daphne on Valentine's Day."

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"Whatever you say." Draco was helpless and changed the subject: "By the way, I will go to the stadium on the weekend and let you see my Firebolt. It is the first one in the UK. My father bought it for me. of."

Soon, they arrived at the castle gate.

"Professor McGonagall, good evening." Harry greeted, and a kind smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's serious face: "Good evening, Mr. Potter."

Then somehow, starting from Harry, some of the Slytherin wizards behind also started to say hello to Professor McGonagall.

In the end, Professor McGonagall could only put that smile on her face stiffly and look at the children swarming past.

It wasn't until all the little wizards entered the auditorium that her face fell.

It's still comfortable to keep a straight face.

She rubbed her cheeks, and then looked majestically and meticulously at the first-year students being led by Hagrid at the Black Lake below.

Soon, she led the little wizards into it, walked through the rare traditions of the ghosts, listened to the Sorting Hat's new song, and then started the sorting.

There was no one worth noting this year, but the girl they were with in the carriage came to Slytherin, which was expected.

Professor McGonagall put away her hat, and then returned to the guest seat from the side. She gently tapped the cup with a spoon, making a crisp sound.

Dumbledore stood up, his silver beard shining in the light of the candle.

"Welcome, ah, welcome to the start of the new school year at Hogwarts! Before the banquet begins, I have something I want to highlight. It's a bit serious, so I thought I'd better wait until you are all drowsy with this delicious meal. Let’s make this clear before”

Dumbledore cleared his throat: "I think many children saw some people checking with stacked mirrors when they entered the train station. That was for the official duties of the Ministry of Magic."

"So, yes, we need to be concerned about the safety of the children, so no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. This has been a requirement before, but, ahem—"

His cunning eyes looked in several directions, smiling easily.

"This year, I hope everyone will strictly implement this requirement. This is not a joke. At the same time, I count on the prefects, as well as our newly appointed President of the Boy Student Union and President of the Girl Student Union, to ensure that the children do not violate discipline."

Originally, Dumbledore was unwilling to emphasize this matter, which would make the atmosphere a bit depressing. But... there is no way. Now the whereabouts of little Barty are unknown, and Voldemort has confirmed his return from the side.

So, sorry, Sirius, I'll use you again.

"Well, in addition, I have to tell you with regret." Dumbledore said instead: "Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, has officially retired in order to have more time with his remaining The little naughty boys are pursuing their favorite careers together. But luckily, a new teacher has generously offered to join our team!"

As he spoke, he spread his hands and pointed them at Lupine.

Lupine stood up. Among all the well-dressed teachers, he looked particularly shabby. Whispered comments emerged: "I thought he was an Auror." "If he appears elsewhere, instead of the train and the guest of honor here, I would really consider whether to give him the change."

There was sparse applause accompanied by half-dead discussions, and Lu Ping could only close his mouth tightly, showing an embarrassed but polite expression.

Then, formal applause suddenly appeared. He turned around and saw to his right, a long table covered in turquoise robes, with very enthusiastic applause.

Those children did not focus on him, but looked sideways at a person behind the seat.

Lupine smiled and bowed slightly to the Slytherin table as a gesture of thanks.

"Okay, I think the important things have been said." Dumbledore smiled: "Then, let's start eating."

The dining table suddenly appeared with a variety of delicious food.

Logically speaking, generally speaking, Slytherins need to keep quiet when eating. This is called etiquette. They don't want to be like Gryffindor. Yes, in Slytherin, Gryffindor is a derogatory adjective.

But well...someone spoke and others did not object.

Then the status quo began to change.

Facing the noisy long table, a senior straightened his back and carefully divided the lamb chops in his hands with a fork: "There is no table manners at all."

"Etiquette is nonsense!" McCleery slapped him on the back of the head: "Don't push me. If you want to say that I am your father and we are at the family dinner table, then you should talk to me about etiquette."

The heroic Slytherin eldest brother of the Quidditch team has been putting on airs for a long time.

Dumbledore was sipping the sweet fruit wine, looking at Slytherin with narrowed eyebrows under his half-moon glasses: "Ah ha, this is right, it's lively."

"Grandpa Principal, I like energetic children the most." Mu En said in a deep voice from the side.

"That's true." Dumbledore clinked glasses with him.

The next day, early in the morning.

Harry looked at Hermione's class schedule and hesitated: "So, we are going to take Divination now, but Muggle Studies and Arithmancy are also at this time.

Hmm. Although I don't understand why you would choose Muggle Studies, but putting that aside, how are you going to take three classes? "

"Don't be stupid." Hermione said, "There's no way I can take three classes at the same time."

Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, and then his expression gradually became serious.

Could it be that the school has some kind of magic clone? Or is it an advanced magic that is not for ordinary little wizards to learn? !

"Well, if it weren't for my father's permission, I would definitely choose Muggle studies to kill time." Draco lay on the chair bored.

"By the way, why did you choose divination?" Draco raised his head.

"I plan to take a look first, and if it doesn't work, I will make adjustments." Harry said, and a young wizard passing by looked at Harry in surprise, good guy, is this the savior? If you say it’s a lesson, then it’s a lesson.

In fact, Hogwarts has relevant regulations. Just as the Potions teacher had changed before, the conditions for the electives had subsequently changed, and the students had subsequently been rearranged.

In short, it is very flexible when it comes to elective courses.

It's just that few students dare to go to the teacher to make demands. After all, children are afraid of teachers.

"As for arithmetic, I still have two stacks of middle school exercise books that I haven't finished studying. Professor Jones said that the level of mathematics in British middle schools is at the primary school level in his place, and he is too lazy to teach me. Alas. There is a kind of Professor Jones who said: Chinese feeling.”

"Stop gossiping and let's go." Hermione said, "It takes at least ten minutes to get to the North Tower from here."

Several people stood up and happened to bump into Mu En walking in from the castle gate. He was holding a letter in his hand and his face looked very strange.

Mu En said hello to several children, wondering whether she should miss work in the first period of the new semester.

Thinking about it, he looked at the envelope in his hand again.

"Dear Professor Jones.

Thank you for your letter. I personally don’t know anything about what you mentioned in your letter. My son once made a huge mistake, and he and I no longer have the relationship of father and son.

I have never visited him since he was imprisoned. His tomb is still in the Azkaban prison and he is still imprisoned after his death. This is my respect for the law.

This matter is over and I don't want to discuss anything about him at the moment.

I apologize for not being able to help Hogwarts.

Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation: Barty Crouch

Best regards. "

He really couldn't help but be surprised, mainly because this letter was too strange. It was completely misleading, and it was highly suspected of evading the important and taking the easy.

"Jingle Bell--"

A rapid voice sounded. He glanced at the time and sighed helplessly.

Forget it, let's go find him again at noon.

Walking into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor, Mu En unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of the energy potion soaked in wolfberry.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Good morning, I hope none of you are very sleepy - otherwise eating chocolate will easily make you drowsy." Mu En said, walking up to the podium and looking at the first grade children below who were looking at him nervously.

Then, he set his eyes on Fred George behind him.

"Oh, forget it. Fred George, you two come up and have a fight to cheer everyone up!"

"ah?"

"Then you two can hit me."