Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Soon, the affairs of Barty Crouch's family caused an uproar.

"Twelve years ago, someone escaped from Azkaban? Or were people from the Ministry of Magic abusing their power to help?"

"What the hell is the Ministry of Magic doing?"

"Oh my god, the Ministry of Magic is just messing around now. I don't know what my mother would say. She used to like Fudge."

Even in the classroom, these discussions still continue.

"By the way, speaking of this, could the one about yesterday refer to Sirius?"

"An escaped beast? It's really possible."

Neville listened to their words and lowered his head a little further.

Ta-ta-ta--

The door on the stairs in front of the classroom was opened, and Mu En walked down slowly.

"Personally, I don't mind if you have your own unique opinions on current affairs, but it's best to do it after class," Mu En said.

"Also, let's talk about Professor Trelawney's prophecies. She also predicted my death last year."

"Nonsense," Harry whispered.

"Of course I will die, everyone will die." Mu En pressed her palms to suppress the rustling noise.

The little wizards did not expect that the professor would give such an answer.

"I know what you are thinking, and I know why her prophecy will make you discuss it heatedly - death! Yes, death, this frightening, frightening word, gives a different color to the prophecy. "

"If she just predicted that Neville would accidentally spill the morning tea on his collar today, would you still have such a lively discussion?"

As he said that, the little wizards looked at Neville and saw a yellow tea scar on his collar.

"Cleaned up -" Ron waved his wand.

Mu En nodded: "Weasley, one more point!"

"Is there anyone with a good history who would like to tell me who has avoided death so far?" Moon asked, and the next moment, Hermione raised her hand.

"Nicholas Flamel, he was a master of alchemy who lived in the fourteenth century and was a friend of Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Very good." Mu En nodded, leaned on the table, and unscrewed the cup.

"But it's a pity that I can't give you any points. According to some secret reports, ah! Extremely secret. Mr. Flamel is already preparing to face death!"

As he spoke, he looked at the little wizards again: "Do you know the story of the three brothers? Is anyone willing to tell it?"

Another little wizard raised his hand, and at Mu En's signal, he began to talk about the legend of the three brothers.

"So! Look, even the smartest one among the three brothers died in the end!" Mu En said.

"Well, now it's word game time. Who can tell what Nick and the third child have in common?" Mu En slowly drank tea and looked at the children below with a smile.

"Common ground?"

"They're all men!" Ron raised his hand, and the answer he gave almost made Mu En choke.

After a moment, during the discussion, Harry raised his hand: "None of them escaped death. Professor, the question you said at the beginning was 'Who escaped death', but whether it was Nico Flamel or Ignotus , that is, the third child, you did not use the word 'escape' in the summary you just made!

Even in Nick Flamel's summary, you said 'he was ready to face death', and in the story, Peverell also chose to take off his invisibility cloak and face death when he was old. Meet like old friends! "

Harry also mentioned the name of Ignotus from the story, whose tombstone he had seen in the cemetery at Godric's Hollow.

"Very beautiful, five points for Slytherin." Mu En nodded.

"That's the thing, death is not an abominable concept. It's you who give it some extra unique coloring, and of course, that's understandable.

But what I want to say is that death is inevitable. Even the earth beneath our feet or the sun in the sky will one day crack or go out.

So our friends and family will die one day! So tell me, what should you do now that you know this prerequisite? "

Neville raised his hand, which surprised Moon.

"Actually, I thought a lot yesterday, and some classmates expressed concern for me." Neville felt a little embarrassed to speak, and did not dare to look at the children below.

"However, you don't need to care too much about the prophecy Professor Trelawney gave me. I have never cared about this." Neville said, giving an answer that most young wizards had not thought of.

"That was never what I was worried about. It was the remarks the professor made to my grandma. I thought about it for a long time from yesterday to today, and I have always been worried."

"But now, I'm not worried anymore, at least not like I was yesterday."

As he spoke, he scratched his head sheepishly and his face gradually turned red.

"The professor is right, no one can escape death. After putting this idea aside, the answer just came out without any hindrance at all.

Everyone will die. If possible, I think that in the remaining time, which none of us know, it may be an instant or it may be decades. In short, I hope to treat grandma well and protect grandma! "

It's embarrassing to say this kind of thing, especially in a crowd of restless children, in public.

Neville lowered his head like a ripe prawn.

Mu En was somewhat aware of the naughty nature of some children, so he wandered down below with a vague gaze.

Happily, no one is laughing.

"I need some applause for Mr. Longbottom!"

Warm applause rang out in the classroom, and some passing little wizards cautiously poked their heads inside.

"A very beautiful answer, ten points to Gryffindor, no, twenty points!"

The applause gradually subsided, and Mu En looked at the little guys below.

“Well, now that the answer to how to treat our friends and loved ones is revealed!

So about the second question."

"Any more questions?" "What kind of question?" The little wizards looked at him.

"About Professor Trelawney's prophecy about Mr. Longbottom and me!" Moon smiled: "Suppose you may die at any time, but you don't know the specific time, haha! After all, the prophets didn't tell you!

So, how do you spend the next day?

Remember, I said – anytime! "

"Then let this be a side job!"

"Huh?!" Draco opened his mouth wide, and the same as him on the other side was Ron.

"There is no limit on the length of the assignment." Mu En added: "There is no limit on the content, just write down the answers you think are correct.

I agree with every word, and if you are willing to share your opinions with me, I will read it word for word, and I make a promise to this!

With this move, I hope you won’t copy your homework, and just express your feelings!

At the same time, I will also leave this assignment to students in other grades. "

"Okay." A little wizard sighed.

"That's okay, okay, I'll take some time to think about it."

Mu En smiled: "If you are worried about wasting time, let me give you a suggestion. You can talk about it in the dormitory before going to bed. Everyone lies on the bed, turns off the lights, and talks about their thoughts in the dark!"

"good idea!"

"Professor, how do you know there is such a link before we go to bed?!" A young wizard looked at Mu En in surprise.

"Because I was also a student." Mu En smiled: "I know your current mood, but I hope you won't be shy to express it, children."

"Okay, let's start the class. Everyone, stand up. Today is a practical spell practice class!!"

Soon, by the weekend, this assignment sparked a heated discussion among the students.

"I think this thing is like a final exam!" Harry turned the wand, to be precise, it was like a branch of a wand. The one he usually used, if it were a real wand, it might not be able to withstand such manipulation.

"The final exam doesn't mean anything, as long as we work hard! Yes, this is the answer! Death is a final exam with no fixed time, the final exam!

And life moving forward is our learning! Before the exam that will suddenly come when you don’t know when, you should make sure to study every day! "

"Final exams are very important." Hermione felt that Harry was wrong. This thing held great weight in the little witch's heart.

Harry smiled, not arguing with Hermione.

"It's not important, it means nothing." Draco slumped his shoulders and glanced at Harry, "You don't think you won't refute, and neither do I?" ’

"The O.N exam is useless. I think Harry's metaphor is really okay."

"It seems we have the same opinion." Harry smiled.

"No, I just think your metaphor is very good. If it were me, I would do whatever I wanted to do. I would skip class. No, just skipping. I would ask my dad to pick me up from school and play hard. , Play until death!!" Draco held his head high, as if he had already begun to fantasize.

Harry pushed up his glasses: "It seems you still don't understand. The reason why Professor Jones left 'death with unknown time' in the question is to prevent you from meaningless answers."

"Ah? Really?!" Draco fainted.

"Yes, if you die when you are very old, wouldn't you have been playing for your whole life?"

"That's not bad!" Draco said.

Harry smiled and nodded: "Regardless of assets, this is certainly a good answer - for many people, this may be a good answer, but... you are not!"

"Why not? I don't have any so-called ideals."

"Where is your Malfoy family?!" Harry raised his shoulders.

Draco was stunned for a moment, and then thought about what the Malfoy family would be like if he played for the rest of his life.

"Damn, you're right. That answer suits most people, but it's not mine.

Great, I have to think about it seriously, no, I have to write a letter to my dad. "

With that said, he stood up by himself.

"You guys chat first, I'm leaving."

Just as he was talking, the Weasley twins walked towards this side.

"What's wrong with him?" Fred pointed at Draco's back.

"Isn't it because I can't stand you two anymore?" George asked.

Harry looked puzzled: "What happened to the two of us? He just wanted to discuss Professor Jones' assignment with his father."

"Oh, that!" Fred waved his hand.

George sat down: "You are still wasting time discussing that damn homework?"

"This is not a damn homework, this is a very serious topic." Hermione corrected formally.

Fred smiled and said: "Of course it is a waste of time. Every second you spend on this damn homework is a negation of your answer."

"Are you done?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"Of course, our answers are exactly the same. Well, if it's Professor Jones, he won't think that we are copying homework."

George suddenly looked at Fred: "I have a good suggestion. We won't sign our names and see if the professor can guess that this is our answer!"

"Great idea, George, you're such a genius like Fred."

As they spoke, they both took out their parchments, which were short, like two slips of paper they had turned out at random.

The same word.

"mischief"

That's it, nothing more.

With that said, the two began to wave their wands to erase their names.

"It's boring homework. When I heard what the professor said, I tore a piece of paper from Jordan's homework book and finished it." George showed a smile.

"The answer is that simple, do what you want to do, and it's something you won't regret when you suddenly die." Fred shrugged.

"That's it, if I died tomorrow, I would also say -" As he spoke, he pressed his throat and opened his arms, as if singing a poem: "My whole life has been dedicated to the great cause of pranks~ ~"

Like a priest, George pretended to have a book in his hand and began to recite: "Fred Weasley, he practiced his mischief all his life! We remember him!"

"Hey, don't do that!" said Hermione. "That's not unlucky at all."

"Teasing death, my friend." Fred laughed: "Be calm, don't be too scared, and add unreasonable concepts to it."

"Okay." Harry nodded: "It seems that I know what my answer is. Wasting time thinking about this question is indeed a violation of the answer."

George nodded: "Just understand, come with us, Harry, we need your help."

"What happened?" Harry stood up.

"We've pretty much finished researching the projector, but there are still two problems with the magic runes that haven't been solved yet."

"We need your help, your steady hand, to work a little magic on it!"