Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In the corridor, there were little wizards running back and forth from time to time. As Mu En walked towards the third floor, she pointed her wand between her eyebrows.

Wisps of silver mist were pulled out from his temples, and then he turned his hand over, and a glass bottle appeared and loaded the memory into it.

"Go, give it to Old Bee." Mu En threw the bottle forward, and a fat cat appeared from the wand, jumped up and caught the bottle, and then ran upstairs.

Seeing the figure of the patron saint disappear, Mu En then turned his gaze to the wall.

It was a painting depicting the scenery of a wheat field. Behind the tall wheat stacks, a man timidly exposed half of his face and looked out of the frame.

"It seems that I don't know you that well." Mu En said softly.

"I don't know myself either." Sindel walked out from behind the wheat pile in small steps.

"You don't understand me either." Mu En shook her head helplessly: "Why don't you ask me if you have anything? Or maybe you don't trust me?"

"No, it's not wrong." Sindel quickly shook her head: "I just know that you have given up all the knowledge of your soul, so why should I say it to add trouble to you?"

"You know?" Mu En looked at him in surprise: "Oh, I remembered it. During the holidays, I often told Harry about biological alchemy. Did you hear it then?"

"That's right." Sindel lowered her head.

Mu En shook her head helplessly and stretched out her hand: "Come here."

The girl in the painting gradually came closer, and when she got close, Mu En raised her hand.

The fingertips opened a wound, and a trace of blood appeared, gently touching the hem of her skirt.

Later, the simple blood oath that Ron cast was forcibly torn into pieces by him.

"You should take a good rest first." Mu En said softly.

At the same time, the stone door of Dumbledore's office gradually opened, and a figure walked out.

He first looked in the direction of Sindel, and then expressed his sincere gratitude to the girl in the painting.

"Thank you for the news you gave us. Your bravery is amazing, Miss Sindel."

"This is just what I should do as a member of Hogwarts." Sindel quickly shook her head and waved her hands, rejecting such praise.

Then she lifted her skirt slightly and bowed: "Then I won't disturb you."

"Okay, please walk slowly." Dumbledore gently raised his hand and waved forward: "Merry Christmas."

"You too, Mr. Dumbledore." Sindel replied, and then quickly left the painting.

"What a brave girl, just like Gryffindor." Dumbledore looked at Moon with a smile.

"Your favoritism for Gryffindor is no worse than Snape's favoritism for Slytherin." Moon responded expressionlessly.

"It's human nature." Dumbledore shrugged nonchalantly and said with a smile, "So what are your plans now?"

"Plan?" Mu En looked at him: "No need for a plan."

"Really?" Dumbledore looked at Moon: "But I think something very interesting will happen, but I can't say for sure?"

"Something interesting happened?" Mu En turned her head and glanced at the old guy, then sighed helplessly.

"Maybe, but I'm sorry, but the price shouldn't be that poor Weasley brat."

After that, he turned and left.

"Even if you really have something to do, any calculations and ideas, you should make sure that the kid hasn't lost any organs yet."

Dumbledore pursed his lips helplessly, then smiled in relief.

"Well, you're still the same as you were then."

"You too." Mu En raised the corners of her mouth and smiled disdainfully.

Dumbledore sighed, and then had to say: "Polyjuice requires healthy, live human ingredients, so he will be fine."

Mu En raised his eyebrows slightly, it turned out that Dumbledore relied on this.

But - "I only believe what I see." Mu En smiled, turned and left.

Soon, Moon came to Gryffindor Tower and in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

At this time, the Fat Lady was singing loudly. She was holding a glass cup in her hand, and seemed to be demonstrating to the people around her how to use her high notes to penetrate this fragile little guy.

"Dragon Beard -" Mu En said. At this time, he had changed his appearance and looked like Neville.

"Ah, Mr. Longbottom." The Fat Lady pressed her hand and then cleared her throat, seeming very satisfied with the arrival of a new audience.

Mu En smiled and shook her head helplessly. Then, in the middle of the Fat Lady's shrill scream, a big cat with long fur appeared from the painting next door, quietly driving the only magic power in the scarlet eyes to turn the glass The cup shattered.

"Wonderful performance, in addition - Dragon Beard!" Mu En had no choice but to remind.

"Okay, okay." The fat lady waved her hand, very satisfied but at the same time feeling bored by 'Neville's' reaction.

Then the door to the Gryffindor common room opened.

Walking into it, Mu En dealt with the 'Neville's friends' casually, and then quickly found the corresponding dormitory and began to investigate and search.

Dumbledore's words about Polyjuice Potion laid the foundation for Moon's investigation.

Then, without any further trouble, he quickly found a chest that didn't fit Ron Weasley's poor imaginary.

Right under Ron's bed.

Opening the box and looking at the deep passage and stairs, he smiled and then got into it.

The passage under the box is very narrow, but after crossing this passage of about two meters, there is a wide dark room.

There are only two people in it.

Damocles Belby and his student, Ron Weasley.

Good news, Ron is fine.

Bad news - this child seems to have suffered some psychological trauma.

"So, the next one is Neville, right?" Ron looked at Muen and raised his head without spirit.

"Wrong." Muen shook his head and looked at Ron tied to the chair, then changed back to his own appearance: "I'm sorry I just found out what happened to you, Mr. Weasley."

"Professor" Ron raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Then, he leaned against the back of the chair: "No, don't try to deceive me, I won't believe anyone anymore, get out, get out of here!"

Muen walked up and patted Ron's head.

"It's over, kid, it's all over."

Then, the rope on him gradually loosened. Until he felt his hands and feet moving again, until those eyes kept looking at Mu En, Ron lowered his head again after a while.

"Are you really a professor?"

"Of course." Mu En did not show any impatience or anger in response to Ron's repeated questioning, but answered calmly.

"We should go, kid." Mu En dragged him up, and then looked at Damocles.

"You don't need to hold me, right?"

"As long as you are really Mu En Jones, everything will be fine." Damocles smiled reluctantly on his drooping head, and then he felt the rope on his body loosen.

"Okay, now each of you give me some blood." Mu En raised his hand. Although it was a request, he did not give them time to react or raise questions.

Two wounds appeared on the two people's bodies.

Then, the dripping blood was drawn out by Mu En.

"What are you going to do?" Ron was frightened and tried to break free from Mu En's support.

"Don't move." Mu En said, then loosened his hand and put his right hand on his left shoulder.

The next moment, the two were frightened by the horrifying scene and froze in place.

With the sound of flesh being forcibly torn apart, the entire left arm was torn off.

However, Mu En did not stop there, and tore the arm shining with golden light into two pieces.

With the appearance of a huge crow-headed magic wand, a forearm and an upper arm floated in the air, and then on the wound, it began to extend - no, it was hyperplasia, hyperplasia of blood vessels, new flesh and blood, and a.

Heart!

Ron and Damocles' blood were mixed in it, and soon, a copy of the two stood vividly in this underground secret room, even the injuries on their faces and the listless and tired posture were exactly the same.

They walked towards the two chairs on their own, and then the ropes floated again, binding the two copies tightly.

"Let's go." Mu En said again, supporting Ron, whose legs were already weak, with his only remaining right hand, and walked towards the exit.

"This replica can temporarily stabilize that guy - that's little Barty, right?" Moon looked at Damocles.

"Yes, yes." Damocles replied, then because of fear or horror, he swallowed his saliva and added: "Mr. Jones."

After walking out of the suitcase, Moon looked around, then restored the scene, and cast the Disillusionment Spell on the three people.

In Dumbledore's office.

The moment he stepped into the office, the young wizard could no longer hold on, his feet tilted, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore hurriedly helped him up and helped him to the sofa.

Then came the low, suppressed sobs.

The whole office was quiet, Damocles found a place to sit down and waited quietly.

It was not until a long time later that Ron raised his head in sobs, his face full of bitterness.

"Professor. Am I really that easy to be deceived?"

"Why. Why is it always me."

"It's not your fault, kid." Dumbledore comforted Ron softly: "No one expected this to happen. If there is any fault, it's mine."

"Ahem." Muen couldn't help coughing.

"Let's talk about other things." Muen shook his empty sleeves: "He can't find your disappearance in the short term. The replica I constructed with my flesh and blood has all the reactions of all basic creatures provided by the magic pattern, and the replica's thinking is independently controlled by me. In theory, even the polyjuice potion can handle it."

"Then let's see what he wants to do." Dumbledore said, and then looked at Ron and Damocles.

"Okay, as long as you can provide me with a place to rest, I just want to have a good rest now." Damocles nodded helplessly.

Ron looked up: "Professor, you mean, let him continue to pretend to be me in this school?"

"This is what I think." Dumbledore nodded: "We need to know why he did this and what is the relationship with the mysterious man."

Then, Dumbledore's eyes softened again.

"But I respect your choice, Mr. Weasley, if you refuse--"

Ron looked at the people around him blankly, and then looked at Damocles again.

He didn't understand, didn't understand why the adults had these thoughts, why they didn't just catch him.

Then, he saw Mu En's empty sleeves.

"Okay." He nodded and lowered his head weakly again.

"But...but I have another request." Ron said: "Professor, you must ensure the safety of my family, my parents, my brothers and my sister."

"I can guarantee that from now on, all the whereabouts of that guy will be tracked and monitored by us." Dumbledore said, "In all directions."

"That's good." Ron said.

"Then, I think it's time for you to take a rest." As he said that, he raised his hand: "Fox——"

The phoenix on the gilded branch flew to Dumbledore's shoulder, and then Dumbledore grabbed their wrists.

The next moment, the three people disappeared.

The whole office suddenly became empty.

Not long after, a golden flame appeared out of thin air, and with a burst of air distortion, Dumbledore's figure appeared in the office again.

"I sent them to the Pig's Head Bar." Dumbledore said, then looked at Moon, opened his mouth several times, and finally sighed.

"It seems I was wrong again." Dumbledore said: "The child did not have any physical injuries, but in his heart..."

Then he took a deep breath.

"Sorry, Moon."

After saying this, he fell weakly on the chair.

Mu En looked at the old man with a beard that reached his waist. Facing his words, he rarely showed a winning attitude. It could even be said to be tasteless.

There was no wave in his heart.

After all, when they met for the second time, that is, when Dumbledore knocked on his door, Moon said that the old guy's head was full of interest disputes. What happened in the underground classroom because of Quirrell's incident? There is no need to go into details.

"You are over a hundred years old. Those thoughts and concepts have supported you to reach your current position, and they have been engraved in your bones." Mu En shook his head: "There is nothing right or wrong. Maybe it's just that you are not a qualified principal." Well. Maybe this kind of thinking would be better in politics.”

Dumbledore just looked up at the ceiling and didn't answer.

After a moment, he raised his head again and whispered: "Thank you, Mu Enmei. Well, I have to think about Tom's matter."

Mu En shook her head, stood up and patted her butt.

"Is your hand okay?" Dumbledore said.

"They will not be inactive, they are just waiting for me to welcome them home." Mu En waved his hand and walked out of the office.