Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Stop!"

Luckily, this is a French word.

The crowd understood the meaning of Harry's words in an instant, at least roughly understood that the target of this guy wearing sunglasses was not the girl.

But himself and others.

"Hero saves the beauty?" A sturdy man gradually approached and said something difficult to understand.

Harry didn't understand, but

"All petrified--"

With a bang, the man flew backwards.

"End it." Harry said: "You are just affected, so stop here."

However, he seemed to think too much.

Under the stimulation of alcohol and hormones, and under the stimulation of some competitive and xenophobic desires.

Harry's London accent and the power he just showed undoubtedly stirred up a hornet's nest.

Filthy words accompanied by spells attacked him in unison.

Except for a few people who were a little sober and ran away in a hurry, only the boss behind the bar quickly hugged his head and huddled behind the bar.

"Armor Protection--"

"Villa Vito--"

Harry did not bounce back the spells. There were too many of them. If he was not careful, he would cause unnecessary accidental injuries.

At the same time, chains transformed by Transfiguration suddenly appeared on the bumpy stone floor and tied up those people.

With a series of bangs, one figure after another was tied up and thrown out.

Suddenly, a roar of anger appeared.

"Arrête!!"

The man just caught the little silver-haired girl, holding her neck with one hand and holding the magic wand against her throat with the other hand.

Harry's hand stopped for a moment, and on the other side, the silver-haired girl, who seemed to be the sister of the little girl who was caught, froze in place.

"You know you did something wrong, so you run away. Why do you do this?" Mu En looked puzzled, leaning back and forth in his chair, sipping spicy brandy.

"Shut up, you weirdo!" the man yelled at Mu En.

The next moment, the man sitting in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Then, a breeze appeared from above.

He instinctively looked up, and it took less than a second.

That is, in this extremely short time, when he looked up, he could only see a black shadow.

Before his brain could react, he fell heavily to the ground.

Harry's pupils under the sunglasses expanded involuntarily, and his heart surged.

It was just like when he slapped the transformed three-headed dog into the wall in the Greek ruins.

Every time you see it, it makes people feel horrible. This is a kind of violent aesthetics of "I don't even need to wave the wand to make you unable to resist."

After a bang, Mu En landed lightly and put the little girl down.

Just now, his other hand grabbed the kidnapped child to prevent him from getting hurt.

"Oh my God! Gabrielle!" The girl rushed to the girl: "How are you? Are you injured? Are you okay?"

"Sister, everything is fine, I'm fine." The little girl said hurriedly. She was actually still in shock. The scene just now scared her, but it was really nothing serious.

Mu En grabbed the man and threw him out of the tavern, then looked at the nervous boss behind the bar.

"No need to pay."

"No, no." The boss said repeatedly. He was a businessman. If the matter just now really went on like this. In the future, there would be no place for him to do business in France, Spain, and Andorra.

"That's good." Mu En nodded, and then sat back in his chair, looking leisurely.

Harry glanced at the two sisters, and after confirming that they were fine, he also returned to his seat.

"Why did you stop just now?" Mu En looked at Harry with a smile.

"I" Harry's expression was slightly thoughtful: "I feel unsure, after all, protection has a higher priority."

"That's true." Mu En nodded: "But I personally still prefer to be more straightforward, just like the methods you used before, distracting attention and killing with one blow. It seems that you haven't developed new methods for a long time."

Harry thought carefully for a while, then nodded: "It's true that I've neglected actual combat training."

According to common sense, even if he doesn't use the old routine, he can also use the apparition shapeshifting. As long as he teleports to the side of the man, and then uses any means, he can resolve the deadlock just now.

But he didn't instinctively use this technique.

It's the answer after thinking now.

Even if Mu En didn't propose it, even if he only thought about it for a moment and got the answer, he himself couldn't accept it.

This kind of fighting method should have become instinct long ago.

Thinking about it, he shook his head at himself.

Recently, life has been too comfortable.

"Thank you." The girl just now came over with her sister Gabrielle and hurriedly thanked the two in English.

"No, no, it's a small matter." Mu En said, "It's just that it's not a good choice for you to bring your sister out so late."

"I'm really sorry, we just wanted to buy some water." She was a little ashamed: "I didn't expect this to happen. It was mainly because Gabrielle got a new wand today, so I played with it for a while, and I didn't know when the disguise spell on my face became ineffective."

"That's true, there are no convenience stores selling Coca-Cola here." Moon nodded.

After explaining, the girl hurriedly said: "You haven't introduced yourself yet, my name is Fleur, Fleur Delacour, and this is my sister Gabrielle."

"Peter Jones." Harry quickly stood up and shook hands with the two of them politely, then looked at Moon: "This is Moon Jones, we are from the UK."

"I know." Fleur seemed to finally remember something.

"Prometheus!" she said in surprise.

"?" Moon sat on the chair and looked at the girl in confusion.

"Even if I am a mythological figure, I think the concept of a human body with an animal head should be closer to Egyptian mythology. Of course, Bastet is a goddess, and I am not one of her lovers."

"Oh, you are so humorous." Furong laughed: "I am really sorry, I met you in the Magic Newspaper, the French Magic Newspaper, and the newspaper called you the Prometheus of the new era."

Moon opened his mouth, and then felt helpless.

"I am just a thief of knowledge, and now I just took that knowledge out again."

"Prometheus is also a thief of fire." Furong explained, she felt that this title was indeed more real, especially what he said just now.

"Okay." Muen spread his hands.

As he was talking, a black shadow appeared at the door, more than three meters tall, with extremely broad shoulders, she had an olive face, a pair of big black and watery eyes, and her hair was carefully combed behind her head. She was wrapped in a black satin dress from head to toe and wore many luxurious opal rings.

She walked in with a bent back, and seemed very dissatisfied with the "short" door here.

When she walked in, her head seemed to hit the dirty ceiling with cobwebs.

"Strong smell of tobacco and alcohol." She wrinkled her thick nose in disdain: "I heard that there are some people here who try to hurt-"

"Madam Maxime!" Fleur saw the person coming, hurried over, and said respectfully: "Madam, why are you here?"

"I noticed the riots on the street and knew the reason." Madam Maxime explained. After seeing that this outstanding girl from Beauxbatons was not hurt, her expression was no longer so serious.

Just like Dumbledore's favoritism towards Gryffindor and Snape's favoritism towards Slytherin.

Maxime also has his own favoritism towards Fleur.

In addition to the student's excellent performance in school and his decent and polite manners, there is also gender, and - the bloodline of a non-ordinary wizard.

"Madam, it was the two gentlemen over there who helped me." Fleur said quickly, "That's Mr. Moon Jones."

"Moon Jones?!" Madam Maxime was a little surprised. She glanced at Moon, then walked over and shook hands with Moon.

"Professor Jones, I didn't expect to see you here. I am Olym Maxime. The current headmaster of Beauxbatons."

"Nice to meet you." Moon nodded: "Please sit down."

She held the chair with her hand, and a glimmer of brilliance flashed on the opal ring, and the rough and inferior chair seemed to be much stronger.

"Please give me a glass of iced apple wine." After that, she looked at the two girls: "You can ask for anything you want."

Then, she couldn't wait to turn her eyes back to Moon.

"Fate is really wonderful. After the Expo last year, I always wanted to meet you, but you were very busy at that time."

Maxime's understanding of Moon was not only because of the books he contributed, but also because of another important question - how did he communicate with Nicolas Flamel to let him contribute the Book of Abraham.

She was too curious and wanted to know too much.

You know, Nicol Flamel graduated from Beauxbatons, but now Beauxbatons wants to contact Nicol Flamel, but it depends on other people's mood.

She was really curious about the relationship between Muen and Nico, and wanted to obtain legal authorization to bring back all the copies of the classics for the children of Beauxbatons to read and study.

This is an important issue about school resources. The reason why Hogwarts is called the best magic school in Europe, in addition to Dumbledore, the famous wizard, is because in the long history of development, Hogwarts has the most abundant library in the whole of Europe, and there is a word written behind it-educational resources!

This is also the reason why she can't wait to communicate with Muen.

Muen sighed with regret: "Yes, very busy, school courses, expositions, and a lot of things."

Looking at this lady, he was also a little surprised, and even a little itchy.

Just two years ago, he sighed that if Hagrid had excellent spellcasting ability, he would definitely become a strong man in this world.

And now, a nearly perfect answer appeared before his eyes.

He even felt a breath of Madame Maxime.

Just like Fleur had the natural ability of a veela to attract people, he felt a kind of excitement next to Maxime, which was one of the reasons why he was itching to do it.

[Encouragement]

This is a talent of giants, something Hagrid did not inherit.

"Yes, we are so busy every year." Maxim said with a smile: "I can't take any time off this year either. I wonder how your preparations for Hogwarts are going?"

"How are you preparing?" Mu En was a little confused.

"Don't you know?" Maxim was a little confused. She knew Moon Jones's identity in Hogwarts clearly before she said such a thing.

After all, I heard that this professor organized his own competitions within the school and they were very popular.

As she said this, she looked at Harry.

"Is this gentleman a student at Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

Maxim nodded: "Fu Rong, can you and this gentleman please move a little bit? Don't worry, it won't be long."

Harry glanced at Moon, and then with Moon's consent, he also walked aside with the Delacour sisters.

"Professor Jones, I'm surprised you haven't heard from me yet," she said.

"Well, maybe it's because I rejected some of the letters, but I think it's not too late for you to tell me now." Mu En smiled.

"Of course, that is the Triwizard Tournament!"

Mu En's memory began to surge, and she found the answer instantly.

This is a competition with a history of seven hundred years, a friendly competition between the three major magic schools in Europe. It is held every five years and is designed to enhance friendship between schools. Of course, the mortality rate is very high, so it has been suspended many times along the way, but has been resumed many times.

"So it's going to resume this year?" Mu En said.

"Yes, I will go to the UK in about two days to participate in the meeting on the details of the competition's regulations." Mrs. Maxim nodded.

"That's it." Mu En nodded.

Subsequently, Maxim did not miss this good opportunity and began to inquire about the relationship between Moon and Nico Flamel, and during the conversation, he gradually expressed his thoughts on that knowledge.

"Okay." Mu En nodded.

A hint of joy appeared on Maxim's face, and then he quickly hid it: "Of course, then... what should we pay?"

"What are you paying for?" Mu En shook her head: "What are you paying for?"

"We have to copy that knowledge." Maxim emphasized. She thought Mu En didn't understand her request.

"Yes, come and make a copy. Just make it when you compete." Mu En said, "If you can't wait, you can make a copy when you go to the UK in two days."

"No. No price?"

"No." Mu En shook his head: "I believe in paying for knowledge, because this is what researchers deserve, but I don't need -"

As he spoke, Mu En raised his wine glass, bowed slightly forward, and smiled.

"After all, I still have a little money."

Maxim was stunned for a moment, she was not a fool, and this was not about money at all.

Then, she raised the glass with admiration on her face.

"Professor Jones, you are so generous. I think the praise of Prometheus from the Demonic Tribe is a little too modest."