Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"We want to show a movie!" George said, staring carefully into Mu En's eyes, trying to capture the expression and emotion in them.

"Ah...movie." Mu En rubbed her chin: "I didn't expect you to be so efficient and break the magic of Hogwarts so quickly."

"Easy." Fred said, and then hurriedly added: "Can you?"

"This is against the rules." Mu En smiled.

Afterwards, the two people showed disappointed expressions on their faces.

"But, I don't like this rule very much." He suddenly changed his mind and said.

The two little wizards looked at each other, the corners of their eyes gradually twitching, and there seemed to be an irrepressible smile on their faces.

"Nothing!" Mu En changed the subject again.

"But I don't want this to be a paid event."

"Huh?!" George instinctively let out a cry of disappointment.

The next moment, Fred slapped him on the back and glared at him.

"Of course, no problem, Professor." Fred said, "We also want everyone to come and see it."

Mu En looked at his little moves and didn't say anything. She just asked, "What movie are you planning to show?!"

There don’t seem to be any good movies to watch lately… I’ve already watched Scent of a Woman.

"'Batman II: Batman Returns'?" George looked at Moon tentatively.

"Professor, you don't want to show any educational films."

Mu En smiled disdainfully. He was really not the kind of person who would seize every opportunity to talk about the significance of education.

"No, I just think... not everyone may like this." Mu En felt a little bored.

"For your first movie, it's best to choose something that can easily arouse everyone's interest... As for Batman, I feel there are some entry standards. After all, there are some children in our school who don't quite understand where Batman's power comes from. Where is it, right?"

"Female scent? Home Alone?" Fred said.

"Home Alone...this is a good choice. Except there is no magic..."

As he said that, Mu En thought of a movie.

""400 Years of Love", or "Home Alone". Well, these two are the ones I recommend playing." As he said that, he gave his suggestions.

The cat's eyes became narrow and sharp, looking at Fred.

"After all, if you want to build a good reputation and open a small movie theater privately to make money... you must arouse everyone's interest during the first movie, so that everyone can patronize you privately on weekends, right?"

Fred grinned awkwardly, and then quickly got out of the embarrassment of being seen through, and turned to show admiration: "As expected, you are the more professional professor!"

"Stop flattering." Mu En grinned.

"At that time, let me make arrangements for you when the time comes. The best choice is Halloween. I will try my best to fight for you - as long as the school has no other arrangements.

During this period, I still suggest that instead of showing it off in private, you should release some news bit by bit to whet the appetite of the little wizards. "

Fred and George looked at each other, and then hurriedly said: "Professor, look, I wasn't flattering you at all, I was telling the real truth."

Mu En laughed twice, then waved his hand: "Okay, let's go, that's it. It's late now. If you stay any longer, I will deduct points from you for the night tour!"

"Okay, professor, thank you, professor!" Fred saluted quickly, like a little soldier.

"Go ahead."

Watching the two figures disappear on the steps, behind Mu En, under the darkness of the castle corridor.

An old voice sounded.

"Ah... how interesting, letting No-Maj things into school?"

No-Maj…

Mu En turned around and looked at Grindelwald: "It seems that life in Nurmengard is not boring. What kind of wind blew you out again."

"Isn't it possible?" A smile appeared on Grindelwald's old face: "Of course he is here to make study plans for my students for the new semester. By the way, I want to see if this guy has slacked off during the holidays."

"I don't think so. Neville has changed a lot and is a very good child." Mu En nodded, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart at Neville's change.

"So, if you don't go to him, why are you coming to me?"

"I'm here to ask you something." Grindelwald spread his hands: "I heard that Britain is not so peaceful recently."

"How can there be peace all the time?" Mu En said: "The soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it, unless you think he can hide it for a lifetime."

Grindelwald nodded indifferently and asked instead: "I heard that the guy who is running away now is called Barty Crouch Jr., and he is one of Riddle's most loyal servants."

"Yes." Mu En nodded.

"And this guy also...murdered the Longbottoms." Grindelwald's eyes gradually became sharper.

Mu En's eyes met his, looking into those fiery and sharp eyes.

It's the excitement of catching prey.

"Yes." Mu En gave him a definite answer.

"Ha...haha..." Grindelwald laughed uncontrollably.

After a moment, he looked at Mu En.

"This man, I know you are all searching for him, but found nothing, but just in case, I have a favor - or rather, a request!"

"Go ahead." Mu En nodded.

"I know that your disciples maintain a deep hatred towards Riddle, and even all Death Eaters. So... if there is this opportunity - because I know, your students will also be Death Eaters who want to get rid of them. The guy who goes fast after that.

If your student has a clue about him, don't move, don't rush! "

As he spoke, his tone contained some playfulness and expectation.

"Let Neville come, let my students come!"

Mu En looked at Grindelwald quietly. Although he was also looking forward to this idea and thought it was definitely a script worth watching, he still——

"I must remind you that little Barty is currently accompanied by a house elf.

Moreover, Barty Jr. himself relied on his own willpower to forcibly break through Old Barty's Soul-Imperius Curse.

With that kind of willpower and the magic spell it unleashes, Neville is still a little short of it - far away! "

This is the truth, there is a gulf between the strength of Neville and Barty Jr.

"Yes." Grindelwald nodded matter-of-factly.

"My disciple, his whetstone should be of this level - otherwise how can I reflect the importance of my teacher?"

His initial purpose was to use Longbottom to steal Riddle's head.

Little Barty?

It's just an appetizer.

At least that's what Grindelwald wanted from Neville.

Your students can force their way into Azkaban, my students, but not face a fugitive who has been controlled by the Imperius Curse for twelve years?

Grindelwald didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Besides, I'll take him out of school on the weekends."

"Leave the school? I don't mind if you do something to deliberately make him see blood." Mu En said.

Given Grindelwald's temperament, he probably thought so.

Neville...maybe not really ready yet.

"If you don't see blood, how can you do anything?" Grindelwald raised the corner of his mouth, not caring.

"If you want to grow up, you must shed some of your immature clothes. Compared with ordinary children, he has more determination and reasons to grow up.

I don't care what he is thinking, whether he secretly sheds tears under the quilt at night, whether he is struggling in his heart and dreams about the people he killed.

I am his teacher, not a professor in the school, and my responsibility does not include taking care of these childlike thoughts and emotions.

Now, I give him a chance, but he has to pay and suffer! This is inevitable.

It just depends on whether he can and is qualified enough to catch it! "

With that said, Grindelwald's words stopped abruptly.

Then, a smile appeared.

"No, that's not right!

I've given him a choice and he's chosen.

Therefore, I am sorry to tell you that there are some things that he must do even if he wants to do them. If he doesn’t, I will help him do them. "

Mu En was silent for a moment, then shrugged.

"You're right."

The apprenticeship system does not care about children's emotions.

Grindelwald, who is willing to push you away when you don't want to leave, can even be said to be extremely responsible.

More often than not, there are too many things to do and little to learn.

As for the apprentice's laziness, cowardice and other emotions, the teacher doesn't even care.

You may even be glad that you have much less to teach.

"But you should tell Dumbledore, why tell me."

The expression on Grindelwald's face stiffened for a moment, and then he took a gentle breath.

"Convey this to me."

"."

This was the case the last time this guy came to Hogwarts. The two had never met. When he was teaching down there, Dumbledore wouldn't show up anywhere.

When Bullide went to attend the game, he was alone in the castle looking through the window.

"Okay." Mu En nodded helplessly: "However, the new first grade is here. In two days, you should teach them a lesson."

"Okay." Grindelwald nodded.

Soon, early the next morning.

Ron and Seamus slept until three o'clock in the morning. When they got up and saw the sunlight streaming into the room from the window of the tower dormitory, they were shocked to realize that Neville didn't call them to get up and exercise this morning.

"Where's Neville?"

"He actually got up by himself and went to exercise by himself?" Simo said in disbelief.

But they soon discovered that they were wrong.

Harry and the others actually said they hadn't seen Neville.

Neville just disappeared

At this time, in Knockturn Alley.

An old man and a young man were walking in this dirty street.

"Sir, are you here to buy medicinal materials?!" An old and dirty hand suddenly grabbed the boy's hand.

The fat on the boy's face shook and he looked at the owner of the hand. She was an old woman wearing a dirty black linen robe. Her teeth were black and incomplete. There was a lot of power exuding from her mouth. She grabbed the hand on his arm. The nails on the hands were long and yellow, and there seemed to be a pile of dirt in the cracks.

Then, he looked at the figure next to him.

But he didn't expect that the teacher next to him had already stepped forward without even looking at him.

"Little guy, buy some, just take pity on me, the poor old woman," the old woman said.

Then, she handed over a wooden bucket in her hand. The contents inside looked like they were dug out of the sewer. All kinds of smelly, rotten toad corpses and other things were mixed into a mess. Meat puree.

Inside, there was also a withered human hand soaked in it.

"They are all good potion ingredients," she said, letting go of Neville and reaching into the bucket.

"Look at this, this is the hand of an ancient thief. It is an excellent material." She said, pushing the thing into Neville's hand.

"No, I don't want it." Neville's face turned purple.

"Wand." Suddenly, a voice appeared in Neville's ear.

"What?" Neville responded in his mind. He had already adapted to this kind of communication. The first time he talked to the teacher was the same way of talking in his head. It was the same way when he woke up this morning.

"Aim the wand at her." Grindelwald's voice continued to appear in Neville's mind: "Then - fall apart!"

"Teacher, this is just..."

Neville looked at the old woman. She just had some ecstasy.

Just as he was thinking about it, his hand was suddenly covered with a ball of rotten meat.

"Look, this is absolutely good stuff, and it has many benefits." The old woman continued to promote what she had.

"I don't want it, thank you for your kindness." Neville took two steps back.

The next moment, he suddenly felt some burning on his arm.

My head also became dizzy.

"Buy one," said the old woman.

"Buy one. Okay. Okay." Neville nodded blankly.

The old woman's eyes flashed, and then she glanced left and right. The old guy who walked in with the kid just now had disappeared.

Fortunately, she was worried just now.

Then, she looked at Neville and said in a seductive tone: "Good boy, let's go. Come with me."

Neville looked at the old woman in front of him wearing an eagle-headed hat, a green coat, and carrying a big red handbag.

This is grandma!

"Come on, Grandma" Neville nodded.

"Well, dear grandson, let's go." The old woman smiled with satisfaction, showing her blackened and incomplete teeth.

Afterwards, Neville followed the old woman's steps in a daze and walked slowly towards the depths of Diagon Alley.

Suddenly, the door next to her opened, startling the old woman.

An old man walked out.

"Mr. Bobock." The old woman greeted quickly, and she could see some displeasure in Mr. Bobock's eyes.

"That's a Hogwarts student, right?" His tone contained a hint of threat.

"How. How is it possible? Mr. Bork, Hogwarts will not let such young children come to Diagon Alley." Although the old woman didn't know why Borgin asked, she still explained.

Then, in her sight, Mr. Bock's expression twisted.

"Yeah." Bojinbok nodded, walked back into the store and closed the door.

In the dark store, Bo Jin looked at the old, somewhat familiar face in front of him and couldn't help but swallow nervously.

This person. This person actually appears here!

Then, he bowed slightly: "Your Excellency Grindelwald, I really didn't expect to see you here."