Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Professor Jones, will we meet again in the future?" Stacey asked. Compared to other children who were sent home, she was much calmer, which was in contrast to the tearful parents behind her.

Mu En knew that this was a very strong girl.

"Yes." Mu En patted her head: "Go home quickly."

"Yeah." The little girl nodded playfully.

After another thousand thanks, Mu En finally sent the group away and then returned to Hogwarts.

As soon as he arrived at the castle, he received news that Dumbledore asked him to go to the office and a guest came.

A guest that Mu En would be happy to meet.

With doubts in mind, he quickly arrived at Dumbledore's office on the eighth floor.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw an old man who was emaciated and his breath was extremely weak, as if he was about to be disconnected.

But unfortunately, although this thread is about to break, it still appears to be extremely tough.

It just can’t be disconnected.

‘A person who has lived for a long time? ’

At the same time, the old man stood up and gently stretched out his hand.

"Moon Jones, my long-respected name."

Mu En shook his hand gently, and his knuckles looked exaggeratedly loose.

"Nicholas Flamel?" he asked tentatively.

"Ah, I'm glad you know me." Nico smiled, and then asked: "I know it's a bit abrupt to make such a request when we first meet, but do you mind if I take a look at your body?"

"This request is not abrupt, but the wording is a bit..." Mu En smiled and showed his right arm.

After a moment, Nico Flamel slowly withdrew his burning gaze.

"It's perfect. It's just that I couldn't imagine how much pain it would take to do this. It seems like this is just a fragment of a complete array pattern. I'm very curious about how you engraved them on the body. After all, isn't this a journey between life and death? Edge?"

"It's not a strange method, from the inside to the outside, starting from the heart, as long as - it can be done when the brain is completely inactivated. It is essentially a kind of surgery." Mu En explained casually.

"It sounds good to perform surgery on yourself. I might as well ask, how old are you today?"

"I don't know." Mu En shook his head: "I have been wandering in places where there is no concept of time for a long time. There are differences in age, experience, physical aging, etc., so I have given up recording my age."

"As I thought, this thing is really useless, especially after you enter your sixties, you will find that it is just a series of numbers." Nico nodded in agreement.

"What you say is really unconvincing." Dumbledore smiled and poured a cup of tea for the two of them.

Those little silverwares danced in mid-air, blowing out smoke.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Nico said.

"Jones, I think you can understand my thinking. After a person has studied a certain career discipline for hundreds of years, looking back, there are traces of his own discipline everywhere in the world.

But in schools, there are absolutely no new young people willing to move forward on this path.

You work hard, and when you are about to die, you look back and see nothing behind you. Hundreds of years of exploration and pursuit have all come to nothing? joke? I don't know how to describe it. "

"Yes, I understand." Mu En nodded: "Not many people learn alchemy now."

"Yes, it's like... it's like delving into a road that no one cares about. The results of all the efforts are not in this world, but in the history books." He smiled helplessly: "Right, and my name is not there yet. in modern history.”

Then he chuckled twice: "Of course, I'm not here to pour out bitterness, I just want to express it - I didn't expect that the world would become like this without knowing it. Sorry, I successfully made it in the Sorcerer's Stone After that, I gradually became insensitive to time.

It was just some time ago that I suddenly realized that no one cares about alchemy anymore. It seems that this road is dead.

When I was worried about this, well, I was worried about it for about ten years, which was a very short period of time for me.

Then, just some time ago, Dumbledore said that he wanted to borrow my Sorcerer's Stone to deal with Voldemort.

At the same time, I also found out what you guys wanted to do, the expo - Dumbledore also asked me if I wanted to take out something for display.

God, you can't believe how happy I am. "A smile appeared on Nico's face.

"I'm glad that you can have such an idea and put it into practice." He said, with a look of admiration on his face: "I am willing to show my many manuscripts and achievements over the past hundreds of years, even if you If you need some gimmicks, I would also like to show them all of the "Jewish Book of Abraham."

There was admiration in Dumbledore's eyes, and then some concern.

"Wait, Flamel, are you sure?" He whispered: "About something."

"Yes, Dumbledore, I know." Nico nodded: "I understand what you want to express. If immortality is universalized, it will inevitably expand the gaps and contradictions between classes.

But fortunately, the Philosopher's Stone no longer meets the conditions to be reproduced, and I don't intend to make that part of the content public. "

"You will leave a very profound mark on this world." Mu En couldn't help but admire.

"This is good." Nico's eyes lit up.

"It's a colorful stroke. This is what will be written on my epitaph." He winked.

Mu En suddenly understood why this guy became friends with Dumbledore. This child-like wink meant that they had the same personality.

"A very, very long stroke." Dumbledore added with a smile: "This stroke is extremely long."

"Yes, I agree." Nico nodded.

Dumbledore was thinking for a while, and then suddenly thought: "By the way, regarding some of the things you said before, Nico, I have a good suggestion."

After returning to the office, Mu En took off his hat, hung it on the shelf, and then looked at the wall.

"Where's Sindel?" he asked.

"I don't know." Lucifer shook his head: "By the way, some students came to ask when the first meeting of the 'Not So Magical Club' will be held."

"Oh, the club." Mu En couldn't help rubbing her eyes with her fingers: "Well, it's really troublesome."

With that said, he walked out of the door and turned around to George Fred's secret base.

"Professor!" The two of them did not expect Mu En to visit suddenly, and hurriedly hid the things on the table.

"Oh, it's really amazing." Mu En's eyes showed a smile: "If I read it correctly, this is the pocket watch I gave Ron last year."

"Ah" the two people's faces were full of embarrassment: "Yes, maybe."

"You can answer more accurately. Besides, looking at your pile of draft paper, it seems that your research is not going well." Mu Enxiao said, not dissatisfied with these two guys studying his stuff.

The two of them also saw the meaning of Mu En's emotions, and hurriedly laughed and said: "Professor, your skills are too superb. Even if we just want to imitate, it will be difficult."

"No, you just barely have the relevant basics." Mu En shook his head: "Alchemy, remember? I remember that I gave you advice when we met in the first year."

"Of course, but okay, we have tried, but we only have books and can only rely on our own understanding, so our progress, you know, after all, there is no such course in the school." Fred spread his hands and said helplessly.

"What if?" Mu En showed a smile.

"What if?"

"What if this course suddenly becomes available?"

George waved his hand: "Professor, unless you wear multiple hats again, we won't believe it. It's been a long time since there was a famous alchemist in the wizarding world. And there is no such course at Hogwarts."

"Maybe." Mu En still said with a smile.

When the two of them saw Mu En's expression, they looked at each other and suddenly became confused about what the professor wanted to express.

"Okay, let's skip this topic." Mu En did not explain to the two of them, but changed the topic: "The first meeting of the 'Not So Magic Club' is the reason why I came to you. "

"Oh, Professor, we were just looking for you—"

Mu En raised her hand: "I know, Lucifer has told me, so I'm here, right?"

"Excuse me, Professor." Fred George said with a smile, asking the professor to come to him? What a big face.

"Let me take a look at the time of the assembly. It's noon - no, afternoon, three o'clock in the afternoon. This time is very good, especially suitable for people to spread their thoughts. It's three o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday.

I haven't thought about the content of the meeting yet, so I won't make another announcement. But I want you to get this message out and get it to those kids. "

"I make sure everyone in this school knows the news."

"You'll know every painting," Fred affirmed.

"Better say goodbye." Mu En shook his head: "Don't have too many people joining in the fun, otherwise they will definitely be disappointed."

"Professor Jones never disappoints," George said loudly.

"Haha, saying such things is useless to me." Mu En shook her head helplessly, turned and left, waving her hand: "I'll leave this matter to you."

"Professor, don't worry." The two of them waved quickly.

After closing the classroom door, George looked confused: "Do you think the professor really plans to open an alchemy class?"

"Maybe?" Fred shrugged: "But it feels unlikely. The professor is too busy now, with two clubs and a big class. I heard from my father that the professor has some affairs with the Ministry of Magic. Then Recently it was about the Anglo-Greek Expo, and after the Anglo-Greek Expo there was the duel competition.”

"It can only be him." George shook his head: "Unless the professor is just making fun of us."

"I don't know." Fred shook his head: "What if, the professor didn't tell me, it's good to keep looking forward to it."

"It can't be Nico Flamel," George said.

"Haha." Fred laughed twice: "If it were really Nico Flamel, I, George, would rather not have a girlfriend for the rest of my life."

A disdainful smile appeared on George's lips: "If it's really Nico, I, Fred, will give George all the money I've earned in my life."

Just laughing and joking, soon, news about the first meeting of the Not So Magical Club spread.

It can only be said that Fred George is indeed the most lively person in the whole school. At dinner, everyone was discussing the news.

What the hell is the Not So Magical Club? Why would a club have such a name? What is this club about? Why was there such a club in the magical world?

Various questions appeared in the children's minds and became a topic of discussion.

Even some teachers are a little confused.

"Incredibly stupid." Snape commented with a stiff face.

Professor McGonagall maintained a slight expectation: "I already know the content of the club. I think this is a good starting point, but...how to put it, I always feel that the name of this club is not serious at all."

She didn't agree with the name 'Not So Magic'.

It should be called "Art Club" or "Music and Art Club".

This is the norm.

Flitwick sat aside and smiled: "I heard that this name was said by Fred and George. What they said to Moon at first was, 'They just want you to form a club that is not so magical', and then there was this A name."

Sprout carefully peeled the potatoes on the side and said with a smile: "Yes, Minerva. You see, the children are discussing this club a lot. It is undoubtedly a good name."

"I hope this club can teach them how to make a living." Snape poured cold water on them without hesitation.

"Severus, don't be so disappointing. Clubs are not meant to teach people to make a living, and neither is school." Flitwick raised his hand and waved it, and then patted him on the shoulder with some difficulty.

Lupine nodded in agreement, and Snape turned his head and took a sip of wine in displeasure.

He decided to focus on the upcoming Anglo-Greek Expo. If possible, he hoped that some of his research could also appear on this stage and shine.

Well, this matter is more important.

By the way, would you like to suggest that Jones hold an awards ceremony, something like the Emerging Magical Research Award?

Hiss. I feel very hopeful.

At the same time, Harry also walked down the stairs with some thoughts on his face.

I didn't even know it when I walked through the door of the auditorium. After walking for a long time, I realized that I came back again.

"I saw you walking over," Draco said.

"I'm thinking about something." Harry waved his hands indifferently. At this moment, he was very hungry, so he quickly stabbed a chicken leg with a fork.

"What are they discussing?" Harry asked.

"Not so magical club." Draco shrugged, he had almost eaten: "Do you want to join?"

"Yes." Harry nodded directly.

"As expected." Draco smiled.

"Why is it not as expected?" Astoria was a little curious on the side.

Draco turned his head to look at the little girl with her blond hair hanging down, and chuckled: "Secret."

Time goes by very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the weekend is here.

The first meeting of the Not-So-Magic Club is finally about to begin.