Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

On the third floor, in the office.

Muen was correcting homework, and dozens of parchments were unfolded and floating in front of his desk.

A feather pen kept going back and forth in the parchments, writing and correcting.

"Sir, what do you think the snow feels like?" Sindel leaned against the window, staring blankly out of the window.

"It has a kind of soft coldness that makes warmth warmer." Muen said.

This year will be the first winter Sindel has spent.

She is looking forward to it very much.

Dongdong——

A gentle knock on the door sounded.

Sindel opened the door and saw Hermione and Harry standing at the door.

Both of them had a badge on their chests.

"Professor Jones, are you busy now?" Hermione knocked on the door again.

Muen shook his head meaningfully, put away the parchments in front of the table and gathered them at the corner of the table.

"Not busy, come in."

Hermione's face was happy, and she walked in quickly.

"What's the matter?" Muen looked at Hermione and noticed a small brown wooden box in her hand.

"Professor." Hermione excitedly put the box on the table, and then noticed that there was an hourglass-like ornament on Muen's table.

She was very familiar with this thing.

"Oh, this." Muen picked up the hourglass: "I studied it for a while."

Then he threw the hourglass into the drawer and looked at the wooden box Hermione put on the table: "Let's talk about things."

"Okay." Hermione nodded and unfolded the box. Inside were S.P.E.W. badges, the same as the ones on their chests.

Then, she began to explain her investigation and research on the current situation of house elves, and her intention to liberate them.

After talking for more than ten minutes, Muen remained quiet, listening to the little witch in front of him, and did not interrupt.

Until Hermione finished talking about the difficulties encountered in the development of the organization to date.

"So, we hope that you can join our House-Elf Rights Protection Promotion Association." Hermione finally expressed her thoughts.

"Well, so you want to change the entire wizarding world?" Moon said.

Hermione thought for a while, then nodded: "Well, our ultimate goal is this."

"A very meaningful idea." Moon nodded, affirming: "So you hope that more people will join you in this matter? Join the cause of changing the current situation of house elves, and fight for it?"

"That's right." Hermione said excitedly, raising her head.

"Why is it people?" Moon asked.

"What?" Hermione looked at Moon in confusion.

"Why is it people? Why is it people who change the current situation of house elves?" Moon asked again: "And-why do people want to change the current situation of house elves?"

"Because they are oppressed!" Hermione said as a matter of course.

"Yes." Moon nodded in agreement: "I don't deny that they are oppressed."

Hermione glanced at Harry proudly.

It seemed to be saying, 'You look down on the professor. The professor will not deny the fact that house elves are oppressed just because they like to serve people.'

Harry just kept silent and said nothing.

"But." Muen caught Hermione's thoughts back: "Isn't it a good thing that house elves are oppressed?"

"What?" Hermione looked at Muen in disbelief.

"Uh-huh." Muen nodded: "Isn't it a good thing for humans? They cook, they clean, they can even clean up leftovers, um, I mean their meals."

"But it's pitiful."

"What does it have to do with me?" Muen looked at Hermione in confusion: "I can't see them, and house elves that are not seen by others are good elves.

Besides, it's pitiful, but-no one cares!"

"What?" Hermione's pupils trembled. She looked at Muen's indifferent, arrogant smile and felt absurd.

She never thought that such words would be said by the professor in front of her.

"Hmm." Mu En nodded: "So, back to my original question, why is your target people?"

"Because it is people who oppress him." Hermione blurted out.

"I understand." Mu En nodded in understanding: "You mean

For example, now I want to enslave you, and your solution is to pray that I don't enslave you, and pray that I give up the benefits of enslaving you.

Can I understand it this way?"

"People can't enslave people?" Hermione said.

"Of course, even now, in a corner of this world that you and I don't know." Mu En smiled: "That's too simple, don't you ever learn history?"

"I, of course I have learned history." Hermione said hesitantly.

She knew very well that slavery existed in the history of every country long ago.

"Then it seems that you haven't learned it deeply." Mu En said.

"I" Hermione frowned: "I just want to change their current situation."

"Then you can change them, not people." Mu En said.

"Isn't their oppression given by people?" Hermione still didn't understand.

Mu En shook his head: "They like to serve humans very much, this is the core of the problem."

"But isn't this very unfair to them?"

"Who cares about fairness?" Mu En frowned: "That's something only fools care about. The real truth is - whoever wants to fight for rights and interests should work hard on his own instead of relying on others!

I don't mean to deny your idea, it's kind.

But on the other hand, the fact is, this is stupid! And stupid without knowing it!

And he is also self-righteous.

Do you think house elves will be grateful if you do something like this? No.

Will people appreciate you? I think this answer goes without saying. "

"But..." Hermione kept shaking her head and said hesitantly: "Is this current situation correct?"

"I didn't say that." Mu En leaned on the sofa and smiled: "There is an easier way."

"What?"

"Hmm, genocide?" Mu En thought about it and said, "Well, as long as all the house elves are dead, then everything will be much simpler, and there will be no such oppression.

I can also create some better [work units] that can be responsible for the food and daily maintenance of the entire castle. "

As he spoke, Mu En clapped her hands, and even she applauded her own idea.

"Well, it's simply perfect. This idea not only eliminates oppression, but also solves your troubles."

Hermione felt chills all over her body and her teeth were trembling.

"Professor, what you said is not true, is it?"

"Fake." Mu En changed his face: "I'm just teasing you. What does the current situation of house elves have to do with me? I'm too lazy to care about these things."

"But."

"Do you want to condemn me?" Mu En opened his hands: "Don't forget that the entire castle is maintained by house elves."

"I know." Hermione nodded.

"I said, you shouldn't change humans, because humans are a group of immediate benefits." Mu En poured a glass of water for himself:

"Well, in short, if you want to change all this, you must first change the house elves. Their own changes are a million times more effective than your own words here."

"Really?" Hermione looked at Moon.

"Of course." Mu En nodded: "About this matter, you can go to Professor Lu Ping.

He faces the same problems as you, the environmental problems of werewolves, the dangers of werewolves themselves, and the wizarding community's distrust of werewolves.

I believe his choices and actions will point you in some directions. "

Hermione nodded stiffly.

Then, Mu En pushed the box away again.

"Now, is there anything else?"

"No more, Professor." Hermione shook her head in a low voice, picked up the box again in despair, and turned to leave.

"Professor, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Moon waved her hand and looked at Harry again: "What about you, is there anything else?"

Harry smiled awkwardly: "Uncle Moon, um, I don't have any problems for the time being."

Mu En nodded and said regretfully: "I thought I could leave the task of manufacturing [work units] to you, but it's a pity."

"Uncle Emuen, is what you just said true?"

"I know she can't agree." Mu En smiled: "But I really have no interest in this matter. Whether it is to liberate them or enslave them, I have no idea."

"Okay, I understand." Harry nodded.

"What I must say is that a stupid person cannot be called kind." Mu En picked up the cup.

"A stupid thing, even if it has good intentions, cannot be called a good thing.

For example, this thing on your chest. I heard some legends about your 'vomiting' when I was in the corridor. "

"Well, I'm just trying my best to support my friends." Harry smiled awkwardly: "I'm willing to do whatever I can to help. Even if it's trivial."

"That's understandable." Mu En smiled: "Since you have nothing to do now, go and comfort your friends."

"Okay." Harry nodded: "Uncle Moon, I'm leaving first."

"Um."

Turning around, Harry had to be thankful that Hermione was just disappointed.

In the plot he imagined, Hermione would be extremely disappointed and even leave here crying.

Fortunately, it didn't come to that point.

Although he had only been in the office for a short while, Hermione had already left the corridor.

"She said she was a little sleepy and was going back to the lounge first," Sindel said.

"Thank you, Miss Sindel."

"You're welcome." Sindel nodded.

After bidding farewell to Sindel, Harry thought for a while. Since Hermione had left, it was better to go back to the lounge and continue his studies.

Late at night, Gryffindor lounge, girls' dormitory.

A figure climbed up.

After walking out of the lounge and setting up a Disillusionment Charm for herself, she saw Peeves running around with a huge magic book in his arms, and also saw an unruly student who was looking for a night out.

This is her first night trip.

The purpose is also very clear.

Going all the way down, we came to a wide and warm underground stone corridor. The torches illuminated the corridor brightly, and also illuminated the huge murals decorated around it.

Most of the portraits here were of various kinds of food, and Hermione soon came to a silver bowl filled with many fruits.

She reached out and scratched a green pear in the bowl.

The pear squirmed, giggled, and suddenly twisted and turned into a green doorknob.

Here is the hidden kitchen entrance of Hogwarts.

When you walk through the door, you can see a large room with a high ceiling, as big as the auditorium above.

There were many gleaming copper pots and basins stacked against the surrounding stone walls, and there was a large brick fireplace at the far end of the room.

In the center of the room, there are four long tables exactly like the ones above.

With the sound of the door being pulled, a house elf soon saw Hermione.

He came to Hermione with a smile on his face, bowed, and curtsied.

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"Oh, dear witch, do you need anything?"

His voice was a bit shrill, echoing in the quiet kitchen. Along with a pinging of bells, a group of house elves soon appeared.

They all wore the same uniform: a tea towel emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest, which they then wrapped around themselves as a robe.

They all started shouting, asking Hermione why she came here.

As he spoke, he pulled Hermione to the long Gryffindor table and sat up, then brought out various foods and sweet pastries.

"No, I don't want any of this." Hermione shook her head.

Hearing this, the house elf who had just brought her food quickly grabbed her head and scolded herself for being "smart."

Unexpectedly, the wizard-sama brought the food in a self-righteous manner without even asking for anything.

This was also the first time Hermione had seen such a scene. She had only come here once, and that was after rescuing Sirius. It was morning, and she was hungry and sleepy.

At that time, she had never noticed these house elves.

Only then did she realize that she did seem a bit...stupid.

"Don't be like this." Hermione stopped the house elves and said hesitantly, "I'm just here to chat."

"Chat?" The house elf who was the first to talk to Hermione asked confusedly.

This word has not yet appeared in their world.

"Yes." Hermione nodded: "Well, I want to ask, is there anything you want?" Hermione looked at the house elves.

The little guys below looked at each other in confusion, and it wasn't until Hermione asked again that they all started to answer.

"I want to serve Hogwarts for the rest of my life."

"I don't want anything. I just want whatever the wizard wants?"

Among the cacophony of responses, Hermione suddenly heard a completely different answer.

"I want to live a little longer."

Hermione turned her head sharply and looked at the house elf who said this. He had a thick mane and looked very old.

In fact, this is indeed the case, this house elf has been serving Hogwarts for nearly a hundred years.

Then, facing Hermione's gaze, the old house elf's yellow bulb-like eyes began to sip tears.

"When I think about it, I have only served Hogwarts for ninety-two years. It really feels like it is not enough. I really want to live for a few more years and work for the wizards for some more time!"

His words were so sincere that while Hermione stayed where she was, she couldn't find anything wrong with him.

"you."

Hermione opened her mouth and understood why Draco said: "If someone comes here and says that they want to increase their salary, they might be scolded." That's it.