Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Hogwarts, 8th floor, in the research room of the Room of Requirement.

Harry had just cleaned up the research room and sat down at the desk not long before Moon's footsteps appeared.

"Wait a moment." Moon put the picture frame on the table, then took out the body taken from Peeves and began to make it.

Inspiring endless energy, Peeves' soul characteristics were washed away. After a while, only a semi-transparent ghost essence was left in the whole material.

"Let's start." Moon picked up the painting. This was the painting where he first saw Sindel, with green grass, cloudless sky, checkered blanket and bright fruit basket.

"You just said that you want to leave?" Moon said briskly.

"I'm sorry." Sindel lowered her head: "Obviously. You are working so hard for me--"

"This is really a commendable statement." Mu En interrupted her: "Although this is not a good idea, and it makes me a little sad, but at least--this is your own idea."

As he said this, Mu En had already pulled out his magic wand.

"How about I give you an idea?"

"What?"

"Want to live." Mu En spoke slowly.

"What does this mean?" Sindel was a little puzzled.

"Literally." Mu En spoke slowly: "Because you don't have a body, I guess you lack a certain [desire to survive], just like humans without tails never know how to drive their tails.

So--in order to ensure that everything goes well next, remember the idea I just gave you."

"Live?!"

"That's right." Mu En nodded and threw up his magic wand.

In another blink of an eye, Mu En had already made a move and entered the depths of Sindel's soul.

In the boundless world, the soul storm was blowing wildly, leaving cracks on Mu En's body.

The world here is extremely chaotic. If there were mountains and land, they would have collapsed and cracked. If there were sea and air, they would have stirred up raging waves.

And in this world where different emotions and thoughts are madly intertwined, a figure is like a kite with a broken string, being torn constantly.

All these emotions have been suppressed to the extreme. If other wizards were used as carriers, a new Silent One might have appeared long ago.

In the real world, Harry has prepared the recipient who is about to be killed.

A new, straw-woven mouse.

Mu En's hand was raised stiffly again, and black lightning surged, suddenly blasting the straw mouse into pieces.

In the depths of his soul, a pirate scimitar quietly manifested in his hand when the straw mouse died.

After it appeared, the soul storms that tried to engulf and tear him apart before had faded, as if they had met their natural enemies.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all." Mu En smiled and shot out like an arrow towards Sindel's place.

The duration of this operation almost made Harry feel unbelievable, and Muen simply said after killing the straw mouse for the third time: "Move slowly." Then he immersed himself in it again.

Harry was standing aside, wearing the crown of Ravenclaw and began to do calculations in his mind.

He was very sleepy now, so he calculated a skull alchemy rune for the left and right brains recorded in Uncle Muen's notes.

It can allow people to rest with their left and right brains, achieving the effect of never needing to sleep.

Really

Operating on the skull. Harry couldn't even think about how he would do such an alchemy operation.

According to the contents of the notes, he had to shave his head first, and then transform the shoulder and elbow joints of both hands.

Then he made several external eyeballs to connect to the brain, fixed his body, and peeled his head--

Suddenly, Muen's action suddenly interrupted Harry's train of thought.

He put his hands together, as if he wanted to scoop up a handful of clear water from the painting.

Then, in the generous hands, a liquid soul like an elf appeared, and it seemed that some bright colors could be seen on the edge of her clothes.

"In order to ensure the integrity of the soul, we have no choice but to intercept some of the existence in the painting together." Mu En's voice sounded softly in Harry's ears.

Then, the ghost source that had been prepared long ago was summoned by him, and the two began to gradually merge under his touch.

Kaka-

Above, the endless energy began to drive. The energy released this time was completely beyond the previous resurrection of Voldemort, and even made this endless energy born from Obscurus begin to be overwhelmed. It was completely dependent on Mu En's crow-headed wand to engage in it to prevent it from collapsing.

Even-unable to breathe!

The air in the real world began to be disturbed and squeezed out of this space.

"You go out first." Mu En's voice sounded in Harry's ears.

Harry nodded, bowed slightly, turned around and hurried out of here.

At the moment he turned around, a warm and extremely hot flame exploded behind him.

He didn't know how a flame gave him such a contradictory feeling, but he knew exactly what he should do now - run!

The next moment, his footsteps stepped heavily on the floor of the eighth floor of Hogwarts.

Turning around again, in the vortex that served as the gate, the blue-purple flames were burning like a shape.

"Oh, if I don't want to see anyone breaking the school rules, then I think you must be the first one to bear the brunt." A somewhat surprised voice sounded in Harry's ears.

Turning around, he saw that Dumbledore was standing in front of him at some point. He was wearing a purple nightgown and his beard was tied up.

"Professor." Harry greeted quickly: "Well, I think you shouldn't be surprised that I'm not sleeping now."

"Okay." Dumbledore smiled: "So, what are you doing here?"

"Uncle Emuen is inside, trying to help his friend."

"Miss Sindel?" Dumbledore asked with interest.

"That's right." Harry nodded.

"Well, now that you're out, it seems like you can't be of much help. As an elderly person, I sincerely suggest you maintain a healthy schedule. You know it's already three in the morning."

"What?!" Harry quickly took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was really three o'clock in the morning.

"Then why are you here, Professor?"

"Ah, I think you don't know that there is a back door from my office to here." Dumbledore explained: "As for why it is here, there is no need to say more."

"Okay." Harry nodded: "But I still hope to wait for Uncle Moon here."

"Your worries are reasonable. If I don't understand, it would be too unkind." Dumbledore smiled: "Go to my office, let's have a cup of hot tea and wait for him together."

"good."

Mu En didn't know that there were two people waiting for him outside.

Otherwise, he might not be waiting for her here.

"Bah - bah bah -"

After the old god spit out the grass roots, he closed the cup again.

"I've told you so many times that you need to filter out the mandrake roots." He murmured and shook his head helplessly: "I guess it was the crooked stuff I bought from Fred George. Only those two boys were so careless."

Then, he set his sights below the endless energy source.

The rich energy is like a cocoon, and something seems to be gestating in it.

As for when he would be able to break out of his cocoon and be reborn, he had no idea.

"I always feel empty inside."

Thinking about it, he put down the water glass, used his hand as a palm, and twisted it into his chest.

I saw that my heart had become empty, with only an empty flame responsible for the normal operation of my body.

As for the benefits of strengthening the contract with Lucifer.

Not much good.

Apart from being able to use Lucifer's flames more deeply, there's nothing special about it.

He could also directly use the power of the Star Child, but that was not without cost.

As he spoke, he recalled Hal's actions when he insisted on going his own way, hoping to end the war by himself.

At that time, because of his endless use of Kalcifer's power, he turned into a black swallow and intervened in the war above the battlefield.

This kind of power is indeed powerful. He can directly block every local war between the two countries. Even if the fleets of the two countries attack him, he is not afraid at all.

But he was too impatient, too naive, and overused such power, which caused him to almost lose control, change to a deeper level, and even almost make himself irreversible.

Speaking of which, Mu En was a little helpless about this matter back then.

Because of Teacher Sallyman's overly strong desire to control, she forced her and even used many extreme methods to force Mu En, who was good at large-scale warfare, to go to the battlefield.

After Mu En had a big fight with him in the palace, he chose to go to sea directly.

That's why Hal didn't pull up the reins on the edge of the cliff in time.

The village where he and Hal lived when they were young was originally destroyed by the war, and the two of them built their first moving castle out of those incomplete houses.

Hal hated war.

Even when he was in school, Hal didn't understand why Mu En liked those large-scale war spells so much, and even went to study them in depth.

After thinking about it, Mu En fell asleep.

"By the way, Harry." Dumbledore leaned on the table and looked at Harry: "What do you think of Voldemort, or what is your attitude towards him? I have always been curious about you. idea."

"Not really." Harry said, "I just want to"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I want him to die." Harry said sincerely: "Professor, you may think it is strange for a third-year student like me to say such things, but this is what I think deep down."

"Is it the sense of responsibility that being the savior brings to you?" Dumbledore looked at Harry.

Harry shook his head: "No, it's not. It's the sense of responsibility of being a [child]."

Dumbledore smiled and picked up the teacup: "Harry, do you still need hot tea?"

It was already bright outside the window at this moment.

"A little more, thank you, Professor." Harry said quickly: "By the way, Professor, why don't you go and rest."

"It's okay, it's okay to wait." Dumbledore smiled carelessly, and then sighed helplessly.

"I also understand what Mu En wants to do. It is a matter of extraordinary significance and difficult beyond imagination, and I dare not disturb him."