Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Friday, the last day before Christmas Eve.

After finishing the last class of the year, Mu En closed the book.

"Then, enjoy the holiday, friends."

"Professor, we will see you soon." Cedric replied with a smile: "We will see you after Christmas."

"Really? Maybe you won't be able to see me at the exhibition?" Mu En smiled, then turned around: "Let's finish the get out of class. The next class will be next year."

"Okay, bye Professor."

"Merry Christmas, Professor."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones."

Mu En waved his hand, then suddenly remembered something and turned his head.

"Wait! I remembered something."

After hearing his words, many young wizards looked at each other involuntarily, and then swallowed.

Sure enough, the professor still didn't forget his homework.

"I forgot it was the Christmas holiday." Mu En turned her head and looked at these little wizards.

"So - there is no homework." He smiled: "Please tell the little wizards in other grades that there is no Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. Don't be in a hurry to do those damn homework. You can wait until you come back from the holidays. But Christmas is not Will wait for you, it will pass in the blink of an eye.

I don't want you to have to scratch your head and make up for my homework on the last day of vacation, and then scold me behind my back. "

"Wait?" A young wizard scratched his ears: "Professor, do you mean that the reason you stopped us is to tell others that we don't need to do Defense Against the Dark Arts homework?"

"Don't rush it, I will postpone the collection of homework." Mu En repeated.

"Long live the professor!"

Cheers burst out in the classroom. Mu En looked at them, smiled helplessly, shook his head, and returned to the office from the steps of the podium.

Ignoring the cheers coming down the corridor, Mu En opened the office door and walked in.

On the wall, a green shadow flashed past.

"Sindel." Mu En said.

"Mr. Jones."

Mu En raised her brows slightly and looked at the pretty girl in the painting.

"What have you been doing lately? Why do you feel like I can't see you anymore?" Mu En asked.

There was a trace of lag on Sindel's face, and then she said: "I've been hanging out recently."

"That's it." Mu En nodded: "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." Sindel also responded.

Then, she quickly disappeared from the frame.

After placing the lesson plan and water glass on the table, he sank into the sofa.

At the same time, a blazing flame rose in the fireplace.

"Won't you investigate?"

"Do you want to investigate?" Mu En repeated Lucifer's words.

"Yes." Lucifer nodded: "Don't repeat what I said, it will only make you look like a fool."

Lucifer spread out his flaming little hands: "A young man has already warned you. She has never come. Her warning to you cannot be without purpose."

"You're right." Mu En nodded.

"But why don't you believe her?"

"Trust?" A smile appeared on Lucifer's face: "Okay, okay, but you have to remember that if a tragedy occurs, then you have to bear the corresponding responsibility."

"I have always been responsible." Mu En nodded and smiled: "In addition, you still don't understand the nature of the single-line time world."

"The nature of the world. Well, whatever you want." Lucifer spread his hands: "But she is definitely not normal, we all know this."

"Yes, we all know." Mu En lay back on the sofa.

"But what's the reason?"

"Who knows?" Lucifer's voice became sleepy again.

Then, the whole world seemed to come to a standstill, and there was only the sound of gentle breathing in the office.

It wasn't until a while later that Lucifer's voice reappeared.

"So what did you mean by what you just said? The nature of the world."

Mu En looked at the sky silently, and then spoke softly after a moment.

"It's a very boring nature. To put it simply, the world of single-line time is"

At the same time, on the third floor, there was a secluded corridor.

Sindel's figure appeared in a blank picture frame, and then Ron's voice sounded.

"Have you thought about it?"

Ron looked at the girl in the painting in front of him and showed a very confusing smile: "Just tell me Professor Jones's layout at the exhibition, and I might be able to help you accomplish what you want."

"Those memories accumulated over the past hundred years have overwhelmed you, right? It's just that the body made of magic paint is like a shackle, and you are like a water ball that is gradually exploding, but water is still being added to it, and you can't control it.

Each of your eyes forms a memory, and each of your thoughts leaves traces in the body of paint.

The only way to solve this problem is through cooperation between you and me. "

"Do you know a lot about this?" Sindel asked.

"I don't know." Ron shook his head: "But I know someone who is knowledgeable in this area. I can even say that when it comes to the study of souls - he is the most profound wizard among the living, even Dumbledore. The principal is far behind him.

Only he can help you, and the condition is simple - we cooperate with each other.

I know you must have something we want. Damocles Belby told me that the architectural drawings for the exhibition are right next to you. "

"No, it's impossible for me to betray Mr. Jones." Sindel shook her head.

"Betrayal of Mr. Jones?" Ron laughed: "I think you have misunderstood. Do I want the exhibition's architectural drawings to be detrimental to Professor Jones?"

As he spoke, he kept observing Sindel with his eyes.

"Do you want to be like this forever?" He suddenly said.

"What?" Sindel did not react.

"It looks like a painting." Ron spread out his hands: "Didn't you want to touch someone's cheek?"

"Have you never thought about holding someone's arm?"

"That's it. Do you just want to exist in the painting all the time? Can you only look at the people or things you expect from a distance?"

An extremely tempting proposal, even

"Really?" Sindel's voice was trembling.

"You mean, is it really possible for me to have a soul?"

"If it's him, he can help you do it." Ron replied: "Of course, the premise is that our cooperation can make it happen."

"Who is he?" Sindel asked.

"I can't tell you now." Ron shook his head: "In addition, helping you obtain a soul is another price."

"What's the price?"

"I want you to tell me everything about Moon Jones." Ron smiled: "You have to tell me every detail, including when he will come home and what he will do at that time."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Sindel asked.

"What don't I want to do? I'm just curious." Ron raised a smile on his lips.

Looking at Ron's face, Sindel was silent for a long time, her face full of struggle.

"You'd better decide quickly." Ron smiled.

"Okay, I promise you." Sindel said: "But before all this starts, you must at least tell me who the person who can help me obtain my soul is?"

"Sorry, please allow me to refuse." Ron still shook his head vigilantly.

"Okay." Sindel nodded helplessly: "Then I will tell you the architectural drawings of the exhibition hall tomorrow, as well as the protective spell of the exhibition hall."

"Happy cooperation, I will write to my partner tonight and tell him about your dilemma." Ron nodded with satisfaction: "In addition, I must remind you that the only person you can and can trust - only Us. Because there is no one in this world who understands 'soul' better than him.

I hope you won't make any unwise choices. "

"I know what choice I should make." Sindel nodded.

"No, no, no, well, I think we should use magic to restrain each other." Ron shook his head, and then took out his wand.

Then, he squeezed his own blood from his fingertips and established a simple blood oath with Sindel.

"Even if you are a painting, you will be restricted by the oath." Ron nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left.

"I look forward to your gift for me tomorrow."

After watching him leave and confirming that he had gone far, Sindel felt the power of the oath magic on her body, then smiled and patted the head of the fat cat in her arms.

"It seems that I can't tell Mr. Cat all this, but if it were you, I would definitely be able to, right?"

"Meow~" The fat cat stretched out a paw and gently lowered it toward her cheek.

"Me? I don't matter." Sindel shook her head: "Besides, if there is something that Mr. Cat can't do, then there must be no one else in this world who can do it."

With that said, she put the fat cat down, waved her hand and urged: "Go, go."

"Meow"

"You don't have to worry about me. I just need to take a rest." Sindel showed a bitter smile: "His words are very tempting, right."

"Meow"

"Go, go quickly, and tell Mr. Cat everything that happened here."

Soon, inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Mu En, who had just finished explaining the logic of the single-line time world to Lucifer, looked at the restless fat cat in the frame with a surprised expression.

"What happened?" he asked.

The cat in the frame just kept scratching the glass and howling loudly.

"Okay, be quiet," Mu En said helplessly, then raised her hand.

In the frame, the red paint in the fat cat's scarlet eyes gradually poured out of the canvas, and then turned into a drop of blood.

"let me see."

"What?" Lucifer poked his head out of the fireplace curiously.

After a moment, Mu En opened his eyes again and smiled: "It seems that my choice has been correctly rewarded."

As he said that, he stood up and said, "I'm going out first."