Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

In the evening, after Harry sent Hermione home again, the two returned to Privet Drive.

The red car happened to stop. Vernon closed the door and returned home with Penny.

The decoration of the new house has not been completely completed, but fortunately the previous family took good care of the house and they did not make too many changes, and it can now be used as a place to live.

He has already planned to move in a while.

Dudley said two days ago that he wanted to find a moving company to transport everything there, but he refused.

Because he combined the money to save some and buy a new car for his family.

"Where's Dada?" He walked into the house and looked at Penny's back who was turning on the light.

"I don't know, maybe I went to see someone to play with." Penny put her leather bag on the sofa and casually looked out the window. Inexplicably, she felt that she had just seen a familiar figure.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing. Maybe I'm a little tired today."

Outside the window, in the alley.

Dudley huddled in the dark alley and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Huh, luckily mom didn't see me."

To be precise, luckily I didn't see him and Harry together.

Harry glanced at him and nodded: "Then I'll go home first."

"Okay." Dudley nodded and clenched the bag in his hand. In addition, there was a crow in the alley above him.

The owl was too big and better suited to his messenger, that's all.

"I hope it won't be fed to death like those things you raised when you were a child."

"No, absolutely not."

Just as he was talking, a scream sounded.

"Dudley!"

Turning around again, he saw Penny standing by the window, looking here in horror.

In another blink of an eye, as if they were apparating, Penny and Vernon were already standing in front of them.

This was the first time they had met since Aunt Maggie's visit.

"What's wrong?" Harry glanced at the two of them. At this time, the Dursleys looked like they had eaten something unclean, and they both had stinky faces.

"No, it's nothing, you guy, you'd better be more honest with me." Vernon grabbed Dudley behind him.

"It's okay." Harry nodded: "As for me, I am indeed not an honest person. I have already recognized this, so I don't need you to warn me again."

"You," Vernon said, as if he had eaten a bug stuck in his throat, his face turning purple faster than before. "I knew it would happen sooner or later. As long as you are still in this neighborhood, everything will be stable." If you don’t come down, you will be a living danger.”

Harry just looked at him indifferently.

"But fortunately, we are moving soon. If all goes well, we will never see each other again."

"Well, that's good." Harry nodded and looked at Dudley: "Goodbye."

Then, he turned around and left.

"etc!"

Dudley's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Dada." Penny looked at his son in surprise.

"Bye, brother." Dudley seemed to have used all his strength to walk up to Harry stiffly like a cheap alchemy doll and knocked on his shoulder.

"Bye." Harry nodded and smiled. He didn't expect Dudley to say such a thing, even though it seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Then, Harry's lips and teeth murmured twice more.

But he didn't say anything.

He didn't want to say 'brother', but he was afraid of hurting Dudley's heart by saying 'friend'.

It's better not to say anything.

"Goodbye," Harry said again, turning to leave.

Penny suddenly became excited and strode this way: "Oh my God. Dada Dada is so polite. My precious son, you are so good."

Vernon also agreed with his lover's words and murmured softly: "Unlike some people, completely -"

"If we are really lucky enough to never see each other again, then I wish you a happy morning, noon, and night in the future." Harry raised his hand and waved casually, and walked away into the distance.

Back at Moonlight Castle, as soon as Harry opened the door, he saw Moon playing with something strange in the living room.

That thing was flowing with silver mist, like gauze, like running water, to be honest, it looked like the ghost of Hogwarts.

"Back." Mu En didn't even look up.

"Yes." Harry nodded: "Uncle Moon, the Dursleys are moving."

"Good news." Mu En nodded, raised her head and glanced at him.

"What's wrong, are you thinking about something?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then nodded and sat on the chair opposite Moon's sofa, which was his usual chair.

"There's magic in blood relationships, right?"

"That's right." Mu En nodded: "And you also know that you have such a magic in your body."

Harry's fingers clasped together, their tips clashing.

He thought for a while, and then asked again: "What if Voldemort is resurrected one day and he plans to attack the Dursleys?"

Mu En glanced at Harry in surprise, then turned his head back again.

Silence spread in the living room.

After a while, Mu En spoke again.

"What's the matter, you want to arrange it for them?"

"I" Harry paused for a moment, then said: "I really don't like them, but no matter what, I can't let them suffer such an unprovoked disaster.

Even if I assume that he is a stranger, and then he died tragically at the hands of Voldemort because of me, then I... I still can't accept it."

"But you have to know that if you go to them, they will only scold you and tell you to get out of here. They don't want to be involved in magic anymore."

"I know." Harry sighed helplessly.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Uncle Mu En, am I too indecisive?"

"What kind of crappy idea is this?"

Mu En thought that this little brat was probably in puberty.

"That's right, I read in a book that a man should make a decision when necessary, should not be shaken by external affairs and things, and should not be indecisive."

"What kind of weird book have you read." Mu En glanced at him, then turned back and thought, it's not right to say that.

"What the book says is not necessarily right." He said, "Indeed, I do not deny that in some things, firm will and using whatever means to achieve the goal may be what we often call the means of a tyrant."

"But, the ideas you just had are not bad things."

"In fact, in my opinion, the first condition for becoming an adult is a sense of responsibility.

Only with this can one be called a man."

He turned his head back.

"I think so."

"Yeah." Harry nodded, thinking about Uncle Muen's words.

As for the sentence Uncle Muen added later, he had long been accustomed to it.

No matter what Uncle Muen said, he would not say it in an affirmative tone, as if he was stating the truth of the universe.

He always let himself think and judge for himself.

To be honest, sometimes Harry felt a little tired, after all, he had to think about some things for a long time.

But sometimes, he could clearly feel the difference. Even if the answer he thought out was almost the same as the answer Uncle Muen told him, after thinking it out himself, he could remember it more deeply in his mind and apply it more quickly.

Then he stood up.

"I'll go ask them tomorrow if they need any help with security, and I'll tell them the stakes. If they kick me out, I'll at least have a clear conscience," Harry said.

"A pretty good choice." Moon continued to fiddle with the things in his hand.

"Uncle Moon, what is this?" Harry put his thoughts back and looked at what Moon was fiddling with.

"This is Peeves' scalp," Moon said.

"Oh, Peeves'."

"Scalp?!"

"Yeah." Moon nodded: "You can understand it as his body tissue, scalp and so on, and it's no different from his clothes. After all, he is a consciousness aggregate."

"Consciousness aggregate? Is it the academic name for ghosts?" Harry asked in confusion.

"No, Peeves is not a ghost." Moon explained: "He can't even attend the ghost gathering at Hogwarts. Do you know about this?"

Harry really knew about this, and it is said that this order was issued by the Bloody Baron.

This kind of gossip and rumors spread quickly and widely in a closed school.

"That's right, you know about bee colonies, worker bees, drones, queen bees, and a whole colony exists only for survival. It is a big unified entity."

"I don't know."

This is just the knowledge of middle school biology, but

Well, if Uncle Muen hadn't said it now, he would have thought that the queen bee was the 'king' of a bee colony.

After all this time, it is also one of the responsibilities of the bee colony.

Then, Muen gave him a rough description of the concepts of bee colonies, ant colonies, and even the entire life aggregate to Harry.

After a moment, Harry nodded, and then looked at what Muen was holding.

"So, consciousness aggregate is also a concept similar to life aggregate?"

"That's right." Muen nodded.

"Since Peeves is an existence constructed from the various suppressed naughty natures of the children at Hogwarts, then just like the reproduction of bee colonies, the existence separated from this consciousness aggregate can theoretically form a new aggregate again in the outside world."

"Then"

Harry thought of two ways in an instant.

"Guide a new consciousness in, or find a way to wait for this small group of consciousness to condense again and select a unified consciousness?"

"Bingo!" Mu En looked at Harry in surprise: "Interesting, you have quite a lot of ideas."

"Hehe." Harry scratched his head embarrassedly: "But is the latter really likely to succeed?"

"First of all, I choose the former, introducing a leader who can dominate these free consciousnesses from the outside. As for the latter, I'm sorry, I won't get involved in such things again. After the incident with Nagini, I will be more careful."

"Ah?" Harry was a little confused: "What does this have to do with Sister Nagini?"

"Ah, nothing." Mu En shook his head: "You will know later."

"Okay."

Mu En turned his attention back to this piece of consciousness that was being warmed, and his heart gradually became a little difficult.

There is no suitable experimental material.

He wanted to cut his own soul, but. That can only be done at the cost of killing a person.

That is one of the methods of making Horcruxes, cutting one's soul through cruel killing.

But he was not very willing to use this method.

"Forget it, I have to study it again." Muen put away the things, lay back on the sofa, and read those ancient documents.

Just like reading a newspaper.

The next day, Harry came to the Dursley Mansion as he said.

All of their family was at home today, packing their luggage.

Moreover, Vernon obviously did not want to invite him in.

"It doesn't seem to be going well, and I didn't expect us to meet today." Vernon said maliciously.

"I just want to do something with a clear conscience, just like I walked out of this door with dignity back then." Harry said indifferently.

"Well, what do you want to say?" Vernon said: "You'd better hurry up, adults have limited time, and there is no time to play with you kids."

"My parents were brutally murdered, you know this." Harry said.

"Of course I know." Vernon raised the corner of his mouth.

Harry wanted to slap him, but held back.

"The man who killed them is not dead. One day in the future, he will come back and cause trouble for me." Harry continued.

"Ah, this is good news, because you have nothing to do with us anymore."

"Yes, we both know about this." Harry nodded in agreement: "But he may not know."

"What do you mean?" Vernon frowned.

"I mean, there is a 1% chance that one day in the future, you hope that the murderer will catch you and tell you-'I caught you, the Dursley family, just to lure out Harry Potter, that beast.'"

"Me?" Vernon looked at Harry in horror.

"No, it's impossible. Don't try to scare me with such a ridiculous thing."

"I have made things clear. Now you have a choice. I can help you arrange some defensive spells for your new home to ensure your future stability.

Or, after you know all this, tell me for sure: 'I don't need your help, a damn wizard.' Then smash the door."

"You!" Vernon looked at him, and just as he was about to roar, Penny suddenly appeared.

"Why are you doing this? What is your purpose?!"

"For what?" Harry felt that he heard a funny question.

"For nothing." He said: "Just to have a clear conscience."

"A clear conscience?!" Vernon looked at Harry with a smile, as if he had seen through him.

The next moment, he could no longer suppress his roar.

"Despicable lies, get out! Get out of here. We will move to the ends of the earth, and no one can find us!"

Harry opened his mouth, and then rubbed his ears helplessly.

"As you wish, Dursley."

The next day, when the rare morning sun in winter shone on the red car and rumbled away, the door of No. 13 Privet Drive suddenly opened.

Harry looked at the car gradually disappearing at the other end of the street, and then looked at the empty No. 4 Privet Drive.

"From now on, there is really no relationship." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart.

"Uncle Muen, it's strange, I actually feel a little... a little..."

Well, he couldn't say it.

Muen was a little surprised that Harry could find himself behind him, then he nodded and said softly: "When you realize that a person may disappear from your life from now on, no matter whether that person is good or bad, there will always be ripples in our hearts."