Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In the auditorium, the full moon hung high above the magic skylight of Hogwarts, completely different from the downpour outside.

Lupine took a sip of tequila and looked up at the sky from time to time.

At this time, the guest of honor seat had been removed, and the entire stage was covered with a huge curtain.

Some young wizards who felt bored had already left first, but of course, they were only a minority.

Most people are interested in this new thing that has been approved by the teachers and brought by the Weasley brothers.

At this time, below, two people were debugging the machine.

"Okay, Home Alone, that's it."

"Are you ready?"

"Project up."

"These kids can always come up with something new." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "This might be a surprise."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it." Dumbledore nodded: "The last time I watched a movie was with Jones and the others. To be honest, it felt good."

At the same time, George and Fred have also completed the most basic debugging.

They walked up to the guest of honor table and spread their hands.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"First of all, let us send you a blessing today."

After saying that, the two of them bowed slightly: "Happy Halloween."

Then, the two stood up.

"Before the next activity begins, I would like to introduce to you what we are going to show next, and before that, I would like to introduce Professor Bubbaji of Muggle Studies and Jones of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The professor expressed his gratitude.”

"There is also the descendant of Slytherin, Mr. Savior, the winner of the second-year gold belt in the 1992 school year, the lightning boy, the spell master, the number one in the grade, and the Slytherin batter."

"Hey, Fred, how many people can't stand here?"

"Oh, don't be silly, they are the same person."

The audience suddenly burst into laughter.

Draco sat at the long table, his nostrils flaring, his lips pursed, and his face gradually turned red.

"You can laugh if you want." Harry put his hand on his forehead and lowered his head.

Astoria looked at Draco with some confusion: "Mr. Malfoy, are these all Mr. Potter?"

"That's right." Draco couldn't help but nodded with laughter.

On the stage, the two got back to the topic.

"First of all, I don't want to brag about why this thing is a great invention," George said. "It's just a story, a good story."

"However, it is different from our common oral tradition, and it is no longer recorded on paper or expressed on canvas."

"It's a complete story, a completely new art form that hasn't been seen in the wizarding world."

"It is a comprehensive art that covers art, music, literature, etc."

"Of course, these are just words of introduction. We hope that you can be happy and satisfied with it. That's enough!"

"Next, please enjoy this love story spanning four hundred years."

After that, the two people walked off the introduction stage. At the same time, heavy dark clouds covered the huge skylight of the auditorium. The candles gradually went out, and the entire auditorium gradually became dark.

Then, a huge canvas appeared above the curtain.

"That's it?" someone muttered in disappointment.

"You have to know that it's not a good habit to make noise when watching a movie. Also, pay attention to the story."

"Alright alright"

Gradually, as the plot begins, the little wizards understand that, yes, there is nothing special about this thing, it is just a magic machine for Muggles to develop.

But the above story is the core.

400 Years of Love is a movie that will definitely leave its name in the history of film. Its makeup, lighting, scenery, and story are all of a very high standard.

Although the little wizards were a little surprised and confused by some of the vampire scenes, this did not prevent them from being attracted by the stories.

Especially these adolescent children.

Soon, some girls cried quietly.

The boys also stared blankly at the constantly changing and flickering pictures.

Even Harry is no exception.

But he thinks

This Dracula looks like Sirius.

He wasn't the only one who felt this way.

Snape had already left the table when he saw that face.

As he left, he kept muttering: "What bad luck."

Soon, the movie was over.

"Why are you crying?" Mu En looked at Sindel in the painting in surprise.

"I think." She turned away from her face in embarrassment, then hugged the fat cat who was hopeless and rubbed it on her face.

"Meow meow"

Ah this

Well, let her be.

Soon, the movie comes to an end with Dracula's death.

Only low sobs were left in the quiet auditorium.

Mu En was bored and tilted his chair. His heart had already become as cold as the knife in the hand of the shop worker selling potion ingredients in Diagon Alley.

I don't feel anything about this story at all.

Turning around, there was a Ravenclaw student on the table next to him.

A girl was crying softly.

Not far away from him, a boy whom Mu En had always been familiar with was sitting next to the girl. Judging from the back and the slightly twisted neck, he couldn't help turning his head away.

Cedric?

Thinking about it, Mu En stretched out her hand and raised her fingers gently.

A handkerchief appeared inexplicably in Cedric's hand.

?

Cedric turned his head sharply and saw Professor Jones looking at him from behind, raising his fingers slightly.

Ah.This is

Qiu Zhangzheng was sobbing softly. It was actually not the first time she watched this movie, but even if it was the second time, she was still pierced in her heart.

Then, she felt someone tapping her shoulder on the right.

Turning around, I saw no one.

Turning his head to the left, he saw Cedric looking at him.

Then, the boy raised his hand awkwardly and handed over a handkerchief.

"Um, do you need it?" He said softly.

"Thank you, Cedric." Qiu Zhang took the handkerchief shyly and lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

"You're welcome." Cedric watched Qiu Zhang take the handkerchief, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

Then he quietly turned his head, looked at Mu En, gave him a thumbs up, and quietly mouthed: "Thank you, professor."

Moon smiled and nodded, Dumbledore was also smiling, and he witnessed the whole process.

"It's great to be young, you can enjoy the embarrassment and joy of love."

"You can do it too," Mu En said with a smile.

Suddenly, Dumbledore looked a little embarrassed.

Well, I dare not say the joy, but there is still some embarrassment.

"Mr. Cat, he seems to be a master," Sindel said softly.

"Indeed." Mu En nodded.

"Then why are you still with Mr. Hal?"

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Mu En's head was full of black lines, and then she had to emphasize seriously: "I haven't, absolutely - not! I don't like to tear apart my beloved, my friend."

"real or fake?"

"Really, more real than the unicorn fur in Hagrid's house!"

This night's event was a great success, and now they have two days of Halloween vacation.

But on the second day, things took a strange turn.

In the office, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Mu En said without raising her head, "Come in."

Then, the door was slowly opened, and two figures rushed in quickly, and then said to the back: "Wait, let's talk to the professor first."

"Well, we will, anyone wants to."

"Well, at least we all want it."

"Stop making noise."

With that said, the two people closed the door abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Mu En looked outside the door in surprise. The moment he closed the door, he saw many little wizards standing outside the door.

And inside the door, the two people who came in just now were the Weasley brothers.

"Professor, good morning." They greeted each other in unison.

"Good morning." Mu En nodded: "Why are you here? Why are you so noisy? Let me start by saying that I may not necessarily agree to your request. Although I am a little more casual than other professors, that is based on what I know. You won't cause any trouble."

"No, of course not!" Fred quickly patted his chest and assured.

Mu En nodded: "Sit down."

The two boys sat opposite Mu En, looking forward to it.

"Tell me what you think." Mu En turned the pen in his hand and put his feet on the pedals.

"We would like to ask you, professor, to form a club!"

Fred said.

"I already have a club." Mu En looked at them doubtfully.

"It didn't say that two couldn't be established." George said: "We studied the history of Hogwarts and found that there are indeed professors who have established more than one club. So this is definitely feasible."

"I don't have this need." Mu En smiled and shook his head.

"No, Professor." Fred said in a low voice quickly: "Well, it's just in name. It guarantees the [legitimacy] of this club in Hogwarts, not some private association or organization. This is more convenient. We carry out activities.”

"Having an event? What? A prank prop expo?"

"Good idea!" George clapped his hands: "But that's not what we want to say. We also know that this is impossible. Okay, professor, please stop teasing us."

Mu En spread his hands, and he could only think that the club the two of them wanted to create would be this.

"Okay, tell me in detail." Mu En nodded.

Fred George looked at each other, then took a deep breath.

“We wanted to create a – less magical club.”

"Ah?" Mu En looked at them in surprise.

"It's after your homework, the homework you left before, remember? The homework about what you want to do."

Mu En nodded, his eyes becoming interested.

"What does my homework have to do with it?"

Just as he was talking, the door was knocked again.

"Come in." Mu En nodded, and then the office door was opened.

Several heads poked in.

There are many familiar faces to Mu En, such as Janice, whose grandfather was Sindel's painter.

There was also a little guy. When Mu En was still working as a librarian, there was a piano in the office, and that kid played it.

He comes from an ordinary family. When he was a child, his parents took him to learn piano. He was also very interested in it, but when he came to this school, he didn't have so much time and space.

Anyway, these guys all have something in common.

"Fred, George, did you say it?" Janice asked softly.

"Okay, why don't you all come in and let's talk in detail." Mu En said with a smile.

Then, the office door seemed to have been washed down.

But in the blink of an eye, the entire office was filled. At a glance, there were nearly twenty students standing in it, and there were more students outside.

"Okay, let me not find a place for each of you." Mu En said helplessly: "In addition, I would like to ask everyone to be quiet for a while, and let your representatives, Mr. Fred and George, tell me what you think. ,May I?"

"Okay, Professor."

"OK."

Many voices appear, followed by rapid silence.

Only then did Fred George speak again.

"Anyway, after your homework, some of our classmates couldn't bear it anymore," George said.

"Yeah, that's what they're yelling about. There's more to life than magic."

Then he pointed at Colin: "Some dreams are not as simple and convenient as taking pictures and becoming an excellent photographer."

Colin smiled sheepishly, his camera still hanging on his chest.

"Okay, so why are you looking for me?" Mu En asked instead.

"Because you can draw."

"You can also listen to songs and sing. You are the only professor in this school who can do this!"

Mu En helplessly spread out her hands, those were just things to pass the time.

"Professor, some of them still remember what you said before." Fred said.

"What words?"

"Enter St. Mungo's to save lives and heal the wounded. Go to the Ministry of Magic to pursue an official career. Or maybe you just want to worry about three meals a day. Or you can travel around the world and enjoy life." Fred said softly.

The next moment, the children standing took up his words.

“These are all very good options, and none of them are superior or inferior.”

Then, the sound gradually became louder and louder.

They were like a choir reciting a poem in unison.

“But there’s more to life than that.”

"But pursue poetry and beauty, romance and love, pursue dreams."

"These are the meanings of life."

Then, the voices gradually quieted down, and the children's eyes were shining, looking straight at Mu En.

Mu En was silent for a moment, and then had to speak.

"I never mentioned the second half, who compiled the movie lines into it?"

After a moment, the guy who said he wanted to be a screenwriter at the first Duel Club meeting raised his hand.

"Um, Professor, that's what I remember you saying. Of course, it's possible that I've misremembered it."

Mu En helplessly held her forehead.

"Okay, I still remember." Mu En nodded at the end: "I have read all the homework you handed in."

"Janice, you want to be a painter like your grandfather."

"Kevin, you said you wanted to be a pianist and play in the Golden Hall? I remember correctly."

"And Oris, you think if you were to die soon, you would regret not continuing to study music, right?"

"Colin, as for you, I think there is no need to say anything more. By the way, have you responded to the photos you sent to the Daily Prophet?" Mu En looked at the freckle-faced boy.

"Sorry, Professor, not yet." Colin said awkwardly.

"Well, I suggest you try sending some of your weird candid shots to a magazine called The Quibbler. This is a magazine produced by an independent studio. I think they won't mind having an extra source of pictures."

"Professor, what does this have to do with what we are talking about?" Janice asked softly.

"Relationship? Well, it seems that you want to get a definite answer." Mu En stood up, then opened his arms and showed a smile.

"How should I refuse your request? I wish these damn, lifeless magical worlds could have more life!"