Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Walking down the spiral staircase of the principal's office and crossing the stone door, Mu En was interrupted by a voice while she was thinking.

"gentlemen."

It was a male voice, sounding breathless.

Mu En turned around and saw a man standing in the painting, facing his direction.

He was wearing armor, and not far from him, a fire dragon was lying on its back on the ground bored, its tongue hanging out.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Mu En turned around.

"Oh, I just want to ask, do you plan to ask for a messenger?" He asked: "I especially recommend me - us! It flies very fast."

"Messenger?" Mu En looked at him: "What do I need this thing for?"

"Don't you know?" The knight opened his mouth and asked tentatively.

"What do you know?" Mu En asked again,

"She's going to die." The knight said, "Did I tell you that two years ago? Wait, it's boring to say that.

I'm sorry, I thought you knew it. In short, if you need someone to be your messenger in the painting later in your office, please give priority to us, Knight and Dragon Partner. "

"Wait!" Mu En looked at him again: "I remember what you told me back then was that she was going to lose control, right?"

"Is that so? Well, it means the same thing anyway." The knight shrugged casually.

"So, what is the relationship between losing control and dying?" Mu En asked instead: "To be precise, what is the loss of control in this so-called portrait of you?"

After hearing Mu En's question, the knight thought for a while, and then said: "Long-term memory accumulation, paint aging, mental disorder caused by the loss of magic power? What I say should be relatively easy for you humans to understand."

As he said that, he spread his hands: "Then, the ending of this situation is basically self-destruction. Of course, this is a bit difficult for painting, so we usually ask some students from Hogwarts to help us. For example Tear us apart or something like that.”

"suicide"

"Of course." The knight nodded: "I see confusion on your face. This is normal. After all, although our paintings look the same as yours, we are missing something that is out of reach for us. This makes us have Everything is equal to life, but we can never be - life."

"Soul?!" Mu En gave the answer.

"The answer is correct." The knight chuckled: "We have wisdom and ideas, but we don't have souls. Of course, those who are out of control and insane hope to have this thing. But until now, Hogwarts has always had thousands of Among tens of thousands of paintings, I haven’t seen anyone succeed.”

Mu En looked at the knight and nodded after a moment: "Okay, thank you for answering my questions, thank you."

"As long as you give me priority." The knight chuckled.

"Not for the time being." Mu En shook his head, then turned and left.

The knight clicked his tongue helplessly, then looked at the fire dragon lying on the ground: "Smaug, do you think he will remember us?"

"Ouch!!"

After returning to the office, Mu En immediately looked at the wall.

At the same time, Sindel also noticed his arm, stood up quickly, and looked at him in horror: "Mr. Jones, your hand."

"It's not a big deal." Mu En waved his hands casually, but just shook his sleeves.

Forehead.

He passed over this topic and observed Sindel carefully.

"It's really strange."

Sindel was pierced by his gaze and turned her head away in embarrassment.

"I just don't think you have a soul." Mu En said.

"soul?"

"Yes." Moon nodded: "You just remember that I told Harry that I can't create souls. But, do you still remember that I once said that there are some little people with their own unique spirituality in this world? Guy. Under the influence of long-term magic, spirituality naturally grows, and then under the accumulation of time, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, such as the meteor, that little broom."

"So." Sindel looked at Mu En.

"So you have always had your own unique soul. As I said before, you should have trusted me earlier." Mu En shook her head helplessly: "Your problem is not at all that the 'body' craves the soul.

It is the conflict between the soul and the 'body' caused by time, magic, memory and the instinct of the living being to break through the constraints. "

"Wait." Only then did Sindel understand what Mu En was talking about.

"Mr. Jones, you said I have my own soul?" she asked in disbelief.

"Ah, otherwise?" Mu En shrugged: "Do I have to tell you 'I'm out' when my soul is born?"

As he said that, he shook his head helplessly: "Of course, don't be so optimistic. This body is obviously unqualified. It cannot carry the weight of a soul. In addition, with the birth of the soul, the relationship between 'emotions' and 'thoughts' A concept is also impacting your newly born 'wisdom', which is what causes confusion in your emotions and brain."

"You know everything?" Sindel looked at Mu En with a red face.

"Of course, I saw it all from Fatty's eyes." Mu En smiled.

Pang Pang was the name of the fat cat. Mu En felt very uncomfortable with this name, as if she saw a greasy, fat guy being called a cute name.

And he did see Sindel's mixed and crazy emotions when she was alone.

Sometimes I would sob in a low voice, and sometimes I would be extremely excited, like a madman.

No wonder Mu En couldn't see her during this period of time.

"So." Sindel looked at Mu En: "Mr. Jones, can my problem be solved?"

"Maybe," Mu En said uncertainly, "It will take some time. I'm not sure you can hold on until that time."

As he said that, he stood up: "I will do my best, but before that, I have to go out for a while."

"Okay." Sindel nodded quickly.

"There is one more thing." Mu En turned around and said, "I need to tell you about the transaction between you and Ron tomorrow."

"OK."

As Mu En left, Lucifer stuck his head out and looked at Sindel.

"Ah, Mr. Hong, good evening." Sindel said quickly.

"I'm very confused, why don't you call that cat head a cat." Lucifer asked the doubts in his heart.

"Ah," Sindel hesitated for a while, then whispered, "I feel embarrassed."

"Excuse me?"

"Ah" Sindel scratched her head, then ran to the photo of Mu En and the others, and stood next to Mu En.

"You see, Mr. Cat is a very mature person. I would be embarrassed if I kept calling him that."

"I'm sorry. You didn't have so much thought when you called him that. You have a soul." Lucifer waved his hand: "In short, I'm just embarrassed to call him that, right."

"Um."

In the evening, in the Pig Head Bar.

In fact, Mu En lied.

There's nothing he wants to do, he just wants to sit here for a while.

Rather than doing something, he needs to think about why he is doing it and how to do it.

It's a rare moment to take a vacation for yourself.

In fact, there is some interesting stuff.

Even if he improves his brain's computing power, some things still cannot be changed.

For example, humans are accustomed to unique thoughts brought about by those complex emotions.

These thoughts do not include interests, calculations, and do not rely on so-called logic.

Of course, he likes this, likes such messy thoughts.

These are the hallmarks of being human, and if these are lost, humanity will be lost.

He loved his "human" identity from beginning to end.

"What are you thinking about?" Aberforth came over, smashed a glass of wine on the table, and sat next to him.

"Do some relaxing thoughts." Mu En smiled and clinked glasses with Aberforth.

"You're back to your old self again." Mu En looked at Aberforth's dirty apron. After Nagini left, he became the same as before, unkempt and the entire tavern became dirty. .

"It's fine as it is." Aberforth put his hand on his apron and wiped it: "What does it matter? Who cares?"

"That's true." Mu En took a sip of wine.

"Professor Jones." A voice appeared, interrupting the conversation between the two.

It was a black-haired child with an appearance that Mu En had never seen before, but with just one glance, he recognized that the person in front of him was Ron.

"What a coincidence. How are you feeling? Have you recovered?" Mu En looked at Ron.

"Much better," Ron replied.

At the same time, Aberforth also stood up and walked aside.

Ron came over and tentatively asked: "Can I sit here? Professor."

"Of course." Mu En nodded: "What would you like to drink?"

"I don't know. Water?"

"Perhaps, some adult stuff can help you sleep better tonight." Mu En smiled.

"Huh? Professor, isn't this good? I'm not an adult yet?"

"It's up to you." Mu En smiled, and that's all he said.

Aberforth also brought a glass of milk.

Looking at the dirty cup, Ron, who had been tortured before, didn't care about it. After taking a sip, he looked at Mu En again.

"professor."

"I see that you have something to say, go ahead." Mu En nodded.

Ron nodded, held the cup, and after a moment of silence he said, "Professor, am I really so stupid that I always let this happen to me?"

"this"

Ron raised his head and looked at Moon: "Professor, I know you won't say comforting words to me like Professor Dumbledore, certainly not all. You are much more direct.

Professor, I also want to agree with what Professor Dumbledore said, it was just bad luck, but once it was luck, this is the second time.

Me. Am I really missing something?

Why wouldn't others be like me when encountering this kind of thing? Neville, Harry and the others have encountered more difficult things than me, but..."

"Dumbledore didn't comfort you. It was actually a matter of luck." Moon looked at Ron and then sighed: "It's just that he only told half of it."

"What?" Ron's body was almost touching the table.

"Bad luck is actually like opportunity. If you don't have much power, the opportunity will slip away from your hands when it comes. Similarly, if you are missing something, then when bad luck comes to you, you will There is no way to resist.

Ronald, to be honest, you've done a pretty good job. When you nodded and said yes in Dumbledore's office, when you told Dumbledore that you hoped he could protect the safety of your family - you did something that many of your peers couldn't do. I don't care. Everyone will admire your words. "

"But you can't hide the fact that I have to wait for this kind of thing to happen one after another, can you?" Ron looked down at the table.

Mu En couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, Ronald, Ron! I'm not your professor now. Let's talk about something real, rather than words that have to be constrained by that kind of education system."

With that said, Mu En leaned on the chair and took a sip of wine.

"Weak, low self-esteem, playful - if it weren't for school, to put it mildly - I would just look at people like you as passers-by.

Tell me why you are approached every time.

The truth is very simple. In fact, you know it, but you don’t want to admit it, or you don’t dare to admit it.

Because you have too many flaws. Like I said earlier, I won't look you in the eye.

What a coincidence. Do you know the kind of person who is willing to look at you in a strange way? People who have evil intentions towards you!

Because in front of those old fritters, your flaws are too great.

While you don't have a firm heart, you also have extremely simple and even mediocre pursuits. I'm sorry to say this, but it's true, and it doesn't conflict with the praise I gave you before. "

Listening to Mu En's words, Ron's head gradually lowered to the table.

"I'm sorry to say that." Mu En spread her hands: "But it's the truth."

"Really, Professor?" Ron whispered.

"You started again." Mu En shook his head: "Don't you know yourself well?"

"I know." Ron whispered: "Actually, I know that my family has no money, and I am not as good as my brothers and others. I know all this-"

"What? Are you about to enter the stage of self-pity?" Mu En looked at him and leaned on the table.

"Keep your head up."

After hearing Mu En's words, Ron had no choice but to raise his head.

"Be decisive and act like a man."

"You still don't understand. I can say that among all your brothers, none of them have low self-esteem because of their family. What you just said is wrong. This is the fundamental reason why you are not as good as your brother.

Your brothers are trying their best to make progress, like saplings struggling to get ahead, but the first words you speak are still saying that your land does not have enough nutrients. "

"I don't have a great family." Ron replied stubbornly.

"But poverty is a reality, right." Moon said the last sentence he wanted to say: "But Fred, George, Percy, including Charlie, who contacted the Romanian dragon farm for an internship during the sixth grade holiday. You see Are they like you in life?

They won't, they are all focused on what they want to chase, and have no time to feel sorry for themselves here. "

"What about you?" Mu En asked, "What is it that you want to pursue? You probably can't give me an answer now."

"I" Ron was speechless for a moment.

"The answer has always been in front of you, Ronald." Mu En shook her head: "It just depends on your own choice."

"Also, I would like to remind you that the two examples you just gave are actually not very appropriate. After all, we all know that they do not have such favorable conditions as you. At least - you have a happy and complete childhood."

Ron opened his mouth, but felt that his breathing was not smooth, and his whole face turned red.

After a moment, he lowered his head: "Sorry, Professor, I understand."

"Maybe you should have a good sleep." Mu En shook his head: "Go and rest."

"good"

Then the boy turned and walked upstairs.

Aberforth came over and looked at Mu En: "Is it too much?"

"Really?" Mu En looked at him and drank the last sip of bright yellow wine casually: "This is the truth, and isn't this what he expected?"

"I just think that maybe it would be better to say something gentle at this time. The child has suffered a great blow. And what you said is not something ordinary children can do." Aberforth waved his hand casually.

"Yes, it's not something that ordinary children can do. But isn't it that he himself is asking, how can he become extraordinary?"

"Did he say that?" Aberforth said in surprise.

"Didn't he say that?" Mu En looked at Aberforth with a half-smile.

Suddenly, Ron ran downstairs, stood on the old wooden steps, and said loudly: "Professor, can I give you the answer tomorrow?"

"What's the answer?" Mu En looked at him.

“What do I want to do, the answer to the question.”

Mu En shook her head and smiled: "No, you don't have to tell me, it is practical to do it. When the expectations in your heart are achieved, it will be much more beautiful than any beautiful words.

As I watched at Hogwarts, you still have four years left. "

Ron took a deep breath, then nodded and said seriously: "Thank you, Professor."

"Go and rest." Mu En nodded.