Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In the Hog's Head, Hermione looked at the scattered figures around her and felt inexplicably empty.

Really. Where did those guys go? !

It only took her a blink of an eye, and those guys were gone. What if they were in danger?

Stacy came forward and looked at Hermione with worry on her face.

"Miss Granger, do you know where Mr. Longbottom went?"

"I don't know either." Hermione could only shake her head helplessly.

"Miss Granger." Another voice sounded.

At this time, Hermione was like a little lion whose fur was constantly fluttering because of irritability. She turned her head suddenly, but saw a painting talking to her.

"Miss Granger, have you seen Sindel? Do you have a picture frame or a portrait over there? I can't find her." Ariana asked in confusion.

"Sindel? Are you talking about the portrait in Hogwarts?" Hermione frowned.

"That's right." Ariana nodded: "Mr. Jones sent her here this morning, and now I can't find her."

"She came here? Why did she come to the Hog's Head?" Hermione gradually approached the wall.

Outside the Shrieking Shack, Moon's eyes fell below.

Looking at those rampant Death Eaters, those panicked people, and those Hogwarts professors who stood up in this riot, he sighed.

It's really a farce.

And I have to accompany them to make trouble?

No wonder.

If it was Dumbledore, maybe he could do it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly flew up and attacked Hogsmeade.

Since Hogsmeade is indeed overcrowded today, including the elderly and children.

No one wants to see too many bloody scenes.

So he had to choose a more gentle way.

At the same time, Harry, who was standing in place, heard Moon's words.

"Remember what I said? As a wizard, the mastery of magic cannot be rigid and unchanging.

Now I ask you, if I cast the spell [Space Gate], but I only open the entrance and not the exit, what will happen?"

"I stay in space?" Harry answered in his heart.

"The answer is correct." Mu En's voice was half-smile.

"So how many people do you think have the ability to survive in the space vortex?"

"No one is impossible," Harry answered quickly.

"Nothing is impossible." Mu En shook his head: "Magic can do it. Well, I just want to express that I can do it, and there is nothing impossible in the world of magic.

But this answer is really no problem for most of the existence.

So from this, we have derived an offensive means of using the space gate.

You can simply call it-[Exile]. "

The next moment, Mu En's figure has flashed above Madam Puff's Tea House.

At this moment, on the roof of the teahouse, a figure covered in a black robe raised his wand high. His sleeves slid down, revealing his bony palms, and a dark mark was moving on his withered arms.

"The Dark Lord will eventually return to England. This is his land!" He shouted, his eyes under the mask were red, and the passionate saliva in his words kept splashing.

"Why are you so arrogant?" Mu En asked softly, with some kind of magic in his words.

"Just show that you are controlled by the Imperius Curse to escape the harassment of the Ministry of Magic. What a simple question." He said as a matter of course.

However, the next moment, his face changed suddenly.

"Mu En Jones?!"

"It seems that my reputation is getting bigger and bigger." Mu En shook his head helplessly: "Fortunately, I don't talk about the law with you guys."

The next moment, Mu En's hand was on his shoulder.

"Exile!"

The next moment, the air exploded, and the man in front of him suddenly disappeared as if he was sucked into a black hole.

Perhaps to outsiders, this guy ran away because of fear.

But in fact

Well, if he could quickly react to the situation in the situation just now, and then mobilize his magic power, and then calm his mind, soothe the surging space, and finally independently perform an Apparition to escape the space vortex.

If he can do it, then let him escape.

Then, Muen's figure began to flash in one position after another.

In the eyes of Magg, Flitwick and others, as long as Muen appeared, those guys would inevitably "Apparate" and escape.

"Did Muen bring so much pressure to those guys?" Lupin stared at the scene in front of him.

"Maybe." Flitwick couldn't help but whispered.

After several Death Eaters "Apparated", some Death Eaters began to teleport away actively.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down. Their goal today has been achieved. None of these guys who were forced to gather together after many years are willing to fight to the death here.

Except for a few fools who were not happy with their lives

About ten minutes later, all the Death Eaters in Hogsmeade had disappeared.

"Julius, are there any casualties?"

"Nothing has been found so far." Flitwick ran and panted to Moon's side.

"Thank you." Moon nodded: "Please help to restore these messes and restore the normal operation of the Expo."

"Don't worry, Jones, we will do it even if you don't say it." Flitwick smiled and poked Moon's thigh with his elbow: "You came at the right time. They ran away when they saw you. They were probably scared silly."

"Haha." Moon laughed dryly: "Maybe it's because I look like I saw a ghost with a cat head."

"I won't be so scared if I see a ghost. Who in the magic world hasn't seen a ghost." Lupin also came over: "Those Muggles are all in the Hog's Head Inn, they are safe."

"Thank you, Remus." Moon nodded gratefully, and then an idea flashed in his mind.

"I'm going to the Hog's Head."

In the Hog's Head, Mu En opened the door.

He responded vaguely to the words of the parents who greeted him, and then looked at Chris impatiently.

"Where's Hermione?"

"She went upstairs." Chris said, "What's wrong?"

"Okay." Mu En nodded, and then ran upstairs quickly.

Soon, he saw Ron.

"Where did Hermione go?" Mu En asked quickly.

"In that room, professor." Ron answered quickly, and he heard the urgency in the professor's words.

Mu En nodded, walked towards the room Ron pointed to, and released his perception.

A figure was indeed in the room.

"Wait, Granger!" Mu En said quickly.

Then the next moment, at the moment Mu En opened the door.

A green light flashed.

The room suddenly became empty.

Mu En's face suddenly became helpless.

"Is the situation in the plan so coincidental? Is it an established fact that is meshed together by coincidence?"

Because I have seen Hermione in the past, so now, today, she will definitely go back to the past.

What will happen if I use more violent means to stop it?

Will this world force me to have a bigger coincidence, or-

A phased collapse of a node? !

Well, it is precisely because of the latter possibility that Mu En did not dare to go too far just now.

Instead, he took a natural path such as asking, walking, asking, and opening the door to make a logical time [collision].

After all, if the result of stopping Hermione from crossing is the former of the two inferences just now, he is willing to bear the price. For example, today a meteorite will fall from the sky to press him down and not let him stop Hermione's return.

That he can accept.

But if it is the latter, because of his violent actions, some timelines will collapse and some irreversible consequences will appear on this little girl.

He can't afford this result.

"Forget it. Well. Maybe one day I can find another sample that is insignificant even if it fails to do this experiment." Mu En shook his head helplessly: "By the way, does Riddle plan to use the time turner?"

Obviously, no.

Not only Voldemort, but also Grindelwald, and Dumbledore, who had a miserable childhood, have never tried this method.

After all, according to the inference, when the Ariana incident happened, Dumbledore's strength could definitely support him to enter the Ministry of Magic in many ways to obtain the time turner.

But he didn't do that.

In fact, Mu En didn't plan to do anything with this thing.

They all knew how tempting this thing was, and how useless it was, and even that it would only make people sink into one sad cycle after another.

Of course, it's really good to use it purely for learning.

For old guys like them, the time turner may be a little too dangerous, so dangerous that they should stay away from it.

It's just right for a studious kid like Granger.

At the same time, in the exhibition hall.

"Is this what you want to do? You want to find Barty Jr.? Do you know that he is a man who dared to kill his own father?" Draco stood beside Neville: "Are you crazy? Or do you think that if you can barely beat me by luck, you can challenge Barty Jr.?"

Neville said nothing, but walked into the exhibition hall.

"OK, ignore me." Draco spread his hands: "You are a great hero, you are Mr. Longbottom who saved them in the mouths of those Muggles, you think you are very powerful, okay."

The next moment, Neville turned around, stared at Draco, panting.

"I am not a hero, I hate this saying."

"Draco, what I am going to do now is not because I want to be a so-called hero, or I want to do something big and get a medal."

"Just because I'm a son!"

Draco was frightened by Neville's red eyes, and then his mind was full of doubts.

"Wait, what do you mean by that? I told you that Bellatrix is ​​still in Azkaban, and I told her that I hope she will be..."

"Bella?" Neville looked at Draco in surprise, then shook his head: "Draco, go back. You know Bella, but you may not know that little Barty has also..."

Both of them said half of the words, but they already understood what the other wanted to express.

As for the complete words, for them, it may be a bit straightforward, which does not conform to the opposition between the elders of the two, or it may be simply the shyness of the simple feelings in their hearts.

"So. You have to find him, right." Draco said again.

"Yes."

"Stupid." Draco shook his head helplessly, and then he didn't know what he was thinking, took out the mask from his pocket and put it on.

Then, a snake head appeared.

Neville looked around and felt familiar.

It seems that I have seen this snake face in the newspaper.

"What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do. Help you. Is there anything else I can do?" Draco laughed and said, "I'm afraid you don't know. Let me tell you first. I am..."

He said halfway, and then shook his head: "Forget it, anyway, I don't want to reveal my identity to little Barty. He knows me."

"Does he know you?"

"Yes, he definitely knows me." Draco said meaningfully.

Like the Weasley family, the Draco family also has extremely similar outstanding facial features. Draco has never denied this and is proud of it.

As he said, he took out a mask and asked, "Do you want it?"

"Okay." Neville hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Then, he took the mask and put it on his face.

The next moment, a majestic lion head appeared on his head.

"Let's go." Draco took the lead.

He hoped that he would be the one walking in front.

"If it was that guy, he would definitely go upstairs. He must want the Resurrection Stone or some hidden things in Professor Jones's collection." Draco said.

A moment later, at the entrance of the exhibition.

The air made a sound, and Harry's figure appeared in the air.

He still felt confused now.

He found that he had accepted some things that he could not understand at all.

Why did Mr. Fudge have something to do with the Death Eaters? He was obviously the Minister of Magic and the leader who sought benefits for the magic world.

Why did Uncle Moon choose to let these Death Eaters do what they did, but implicitly stopped them from hurting people.

He understood that this might be to create momentum, but what was the purpose? Wasn't this to create momentum for Voldemort?

He always knew that the world was not black and white, just like Aunt Marge was a mean person to him. Like a vicious mother in a fairy tale, but for Dudley, she was the best mother in the world.

But he also knew that his understanding was just a simple concept and did not touch the essence.

And it seemed that just now

Uncle Muen seemed to be revealing something to him.

In addition, there was also a question hidden deep in his heart, so strong that he didn't want to think about it.

Are Draco's parents among those Death Eaters?

Are they among those who Uncle Muen [exiled]?

If he continued to think along this line, he would even see a huge [problem] in the misty fog.

"No, I can't think about it anymore." Harry shook his head and threw those thoughts out of his mind.

Then, he looked at the huge gate of the Expo in front of him, put his hand into his waist bag, and took out the mask.

"Come on, little Barty."